Vivienne Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Vivienne screamed hysterically, her voice rising high as she tried to overpower the increasingly violent storm. However, Tristan did not turn around even once. The large glass door slid shut with a muted thud, swallowed by the storm, sealing the crown prince inside a world now filled with burning resentment, while Vivienne could only stand frozen beneath the pouring rain, realizing that one of her most valuable pawns had now become the greatest threat to her revenge plan.

“Information also has a cost.” So did wasting my time. I moved fast. One second he was smug, the next, pinned to his desk. The goblet fell and shattered, red wine bleeding across lavish fur rug. “Where is the princess?” I growled. “Black hair. Gold eyes. Who bought her?” Varcen choked, clawing at my arm. Magnus quietly locked the door behind us. “Y-you’re making a mistake,” he stammered. “You know who I work for?”

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

She has Leanna’s face, her hair, her body, but she’s not Leanna. “If you are referring to the traitor’s maid, she’s in the dungeon. You remember me, right? I’m Princess Vivian. Your mate, King Cedric.” I walk over to her and see the satisfaction in her eyes. Without a second thought, I grab her by the throat and squeeze. Her eyes widen, and she makes a choking sound, clawing at my hand. “My mate? You are not my mate. Something so disgusting cannot be my mate.” She’s struggling to breathe, and I hear Bella’s voice cry out. “Let her go, Cedric! What are you doing?”

Duke Raziel did that…for her? ~~~~~~~1300 years ago~~~~~ "Kneel before me." Lady Vienna Estelle Thaleia Xaviera, the villainess said to the crown prince. She once was known as the Crown Prince’s stalker throughout the kingdom. She dedicated her whole life to bullying Princess Avelina, stalking the crown prince, and now she successfully killed the female lead. But she felt empty. "I said kneel." She said to the vulnerable Crown Prince in front of him. The Crown Prince, Prince Mathias looked at her like she had gone crazy. "Are you happy now? You killed my fiance, the love of my life. But now that she’s gone, I still would not love you.”

I had not known faces could do that. "Well — well, it's obvious," she said finally. Her voice climbed back into the safer register. "The Queen isn't even Prince Adrian's mother, you know. Selene. She's his stepmother. They hate each other. Of course she'd jump at the chance to push some — some random Alpha daughter on him. The lower the better. The more wolfless the better." Cecilia made a small approving noise. "And the Prince," Vivienne went on, "Adrian is cold and cruel. He will eat you alive, Elena. "

She bowed to him, her hair swinging into her face, and she hurried off, with Marjien following after her. Celine and Angelica followed Vivien with their eyes before they turned back to their prince. He was touching his arm where the bandage was and was watching her walk away, a stupid smile etched on his lips. The two elite Krysts looked at each other with identical raised eyebrows and a look that says they had an idea what had happened before they arrived.

Vivienne badly wanted to wear her crown but she would bring death by just putting it on her head. ”Never did I see someone as beautiful as you, Lady Eloise! If only you own a royal crown then you will fit in as a real princess on one of the four kingdoms!“ Vivienne flushed a faint smile for the madame's compliment. She can't tell her she's indeed a real princess of the fallen Grilux. She wouldn't and will never tell her her anyone. ”Your compliment is very well appreciated, Madame Mimosa,“ Vivienne offered her gratitude and bowed.

"This woman has assaulted me. She attacked me in my own home. I want you to teach her a lesson. So she understands her place." The guards looked at me then at each other, clearly uncomfortable. "My lady," one began carefully. "This is Princess Ravena. We can’t just…" "I don't care who she is!" Lady Vivienne snapped. "She put her hands on me. She disrespected me. I want her punished. Right now." The guard hesitated, but Lady Vivienne's rage was evident. And she was, after all, the mother of Prince Evander. Her authority here was significant.