Vivienne Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

"I bought you for fifty million euros, little bird. Not to love you... but to break you."Vivienne Sterling (19) was once the billionaire princess of New York’s high society. But after her evil stepmother frames her for a corporate crime, her father publicly disowns her and strips her of her name. With no money and a fake passport, Vivienne is exiled to Europe only to be captured and put on a secret, elite marriage auction stage. Don Lucian De Vitis (28) is the ruthless, scarred monarch of the French Mediterranean mafia. He lives for one thing: revenge against the Sterling family who tried to ruin his empire. When he sees Vivienne on the auction block, he doesn't see a woman he sees the perf

"How... maternal you look." Behind her, Princess Evelynn glided in wearing midnight black, her ruby mouth curved in a smile that promised trouble. Where Ivora was ice, Evelynn was the kind of venom that enjoyed itself — beautiful, deliberate, amused by her own cruelty in a way that made her more dangerous than someone who felt guilt about it. Then came Second Prince Lucian.

a voice purred. Vivienne Roth stepped inside, draped in elegance and malice. Her crimson lips curved into a cruel smile as she walked between them, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. “Oh, Damian,” she sighed, “you always did underestimate me.” Elena’s breath caught. “Vivienne—” “I warned you once,” Vivienne said, her tone like silk hiding a blade. “You should have left while you could.” Damian’s expression hardened. “What do you want?”

In the midst of the crowd, I couldn't contain my joy at the unique connection between him and me. "What?! How can there be two princes?" "What's going on?!" "Prince Kral! Who is the true prince?" The elders whispered and discussed among themselves. There was no need to distinguish, as Kral's temperament stood out more than Vivian's disguise. After Kral's appearance, everyone's gaze immediately shifted to Vivian, who was disguised as Kral. The sky was already getting brighter, and the magic was about to reach its expiration time. Vivian stamped her foot, drank a bottle of blue potion, and with her hands on her hips, she transformed under their piercing gazes.

“This is very bad form, Prince Aolis. You don’t just leave your bride at the alter because a practically naked woman comes running in.” The room goes dark around us and I grab the front of his shirt. “Speak of my mate like that again, Lord Elas, and you will see why I’m called Aolis Stormbringer.” I hold his gaze for a moment, letting the fire of my words shine in my eyes. “And if you think so little of me that I would leave your daughter just because a random woman came running into the wedding, then you don’t know me at all.” I watch as he gets control over his emotions. “My apologies, Prince Aolis. This is all very shocking.”

When the princess saw that someone was walking after her, she turned and stared at him. He smiled, "Hi, my name is Damian. I just saw you for the first time today and I just came into the kingdom. I want to say you're so beautiful." What is this?" she asked, shocking Damian. "Look at how disgusting you look! What makes you think you can talk to me? Have you no respect? Guards! Why would you let someone like this talk to me? Look at the way he's dressed. He's even smelling! If I talk to people like this, what do you think of my reputation? You want to drag it through the mud!"

“Now that you have my answer, are we done here?” Vivienne shook her head. “Sit down, Aria. I don't think you want to fight me, nor do you want to allow your pride get in the way. I have information, and I have access. If you help me, I can help you too.” I stared down at her, undecided for a moment. She was right in saying she had access and information. From what I'd read of her, Vivienne was Luxenburg royalty. Her family was old money, and she was the sole child of her family and now the sole proprietor of Ivan’s companies.

’ And it had no relation to flirting. “And that's why you called me a killer?” I ask, unable to stop myself. He smiles. “Well, aren't—” The ballroom doors burst open. “ZAYNE!!” His smile falters as all eyes turn toward the voice. At the door stood the queen, her face red, eyes blazing with fury. And then I see him. My target. Crown Prince, Alpha Reynold. His expression is calm, a stark contrast to his mother’s, there's a tiny, fond smile on his lips as he meets Alpha Zayne’s eyes.

BROOKLYN POV The words hung in the air between us. Viviana stared at me for a long moment, her mouth hanging open. And then she screamed. Her phone flew from her hands, crashing to the floor, the screen shattering on impact. But she did not seem to notice. She was too busy staring at me as if I had grown a second head. "You are... you are mated to the four princes?" she breathed. "The four most powerful, most dangerous, most sought-after men in the supernatural world?"