Vivienne Cruel Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

The locks slid into place with a soft, final sound. Vivienne stood alone in her penthouse, the glass walls suddenly oppressive. She pressed her palms against them, breath shallow. She had known Margaux would strike. She hadn’t expected this level of brutality. Her phone buzzed. Daniel: Talk to me. Vivienne sank onto the floor, back against the window. Vivienne: She won. For now. Seconds passed. Then— Daniel: No. She overplayed. Vivienne frowned. Vivienne: What do you mean?

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

Angelo said, starting to list the names of the two men and two women in front of me, but I still couldn't remember their names so I just smiled, shaking their hands "Guys, this is Allyn. My fiancee'' he announced with a smile wrapping an arm around my waist and I smiled awkwardly hoping to not look like a complete idiot next to him. "We are so glad to finally meet you" said the blonde woman, smiling "Angelo, she is much more beautiful than what you described." I felt myself blushing as I looked down because I just realized that both of the King brothers had called me beautiful. "She is" answered Angelo proudly placing a kiss on my cheek, but somehow his lips felt cold against my skin "I'm a

Vera slumped down into a couch in the living room. I scowled, what was her problem with me? “Wait. I’m confused." I turned my attention to one of the men. He was tall. About the same height as Rylan but where the prince was buff with muscle, he was more reed-like. He stepped out from behind the table and took two steps towards me. “Princess? As in Princess Selena of Calantha?” He asked incredulously and turned to give Vera a look. “At your service?” I purred.

“And let me be clear—I turned you. I gave you immortality. Everything you have, you owe to me. So stop using our child to manipulate me. If you want to lose the pregnancy, go ahead.” From the background, I heard Vivienne’s soft, trembling voice: “Caelum, don’t be angry with her. She was just worried about you. This is all my fault...” His tone changed instantly. Warm. Gentle. “Vivienne, this has nothing to do with you...” He hung up. I lowered the phone, smiling bitterly. Of course. How could I ever compare to Vivienne? She was the twin princes’ true love—the human girl who had grown up alongside them after her mother married into the royal household.

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

I retorted, raising my voice this time. "I'm Pamela and I'm the rightful Luna to the throne. I bet you don't know that." She said in a mocking tone. "I don't care," I answered lazily. Pamela's face reddened and I could see the imprints of anger all over, the vein bulging in her neck as she shouted. She walked up to me, pointing her fingers sharply at me, "The Prince is mine. Don't even think about it! He belongs to me and not even a low-life scum bag like you can snatch him away." She barked.

“I’m not interested in your brutish society. I just want to be lounging by the pool right now with a cold drink with one of those little umbrellas in it, not ‘spying’.” The prince scoffed—or chuckled, it was hard to tell—and suddenly reached out to grab my chin. I tried to jerk away, but it was no use; he was too strong. “Indeed,” he said, his face mere inches from mine now as he turned my head this way and that to inspect me. “You do look rather frail and delicate. Your kind truly did waste their time in sending a pathetic little thing to spy on my people.” “Prick,” I snarled under my breath.

I jumped and was quick to dart to the bathroom in order to smell nice. Not for him but to maintain the dignity of being a girl? However, my mood lightened when I heard Jonathan laugh with Caitlyn. “Th-thank you, Prince…” Caitlyn’s tearful voice rendered me speechless. “Nevermind. It was my fault to start with.” He answered and I wondered was it really his fault? Everyone is aware of the wrath of King Alexander. In fact I thought Sebastian was a potential King. But shouldn’t a King fight against injustice? Or he is merely scared to lose his chance of being one by going against the King, himself?

“Have a good day, Mr Pryce.” A sudden surge of panic rushed through me and I quickly reached out and wrapped a hand around her arm. I gasped as I felt literal electrical sparks charge between us and I got the wind knocked out of me. Sparks. Vivienne yanked her hand away and cleared her throat, putting a stop to everything. I curled my own hand and then plastered a smile on my face. “You have my number, right? Call me in case anything happens.” Vivienne swallowed hard and without saying anything, she turned on her heels and beat a hasty retreat down the stairs.