Vivienne Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Crista was used to Cristine's sarcasm, but she didn't care for it this time. Since their childhood, she had been like Cinderella, while Cristine was the arrogant princess. "Where I am is none of your business. I'm just calling because I need money." Cristine had always spent money lavishly, going to bars and night clubs and fooling around with different men every night. She used to be quite wealthy, but she's gone through all her cash by now, so she decided to ask her sister for money. Crista sighed and

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

"Who said this would be easy? The queen was clearly pleased with him yesterday, and today he's dead. He didn't even last twenty-four hours. She's so brutal—how are we supposed to win her over?" "It's impossible. We'll never make it back home. We might as well wait here to die!" Only I remained as calm as before, replaying everything that had happened the day before. The company had organized an overseas trip. Then the plane crashed. When we opened our eyes again, we had all transmigrated into a novel as challengers. Our target was the story's female lead—the Queen Rara McKayla. She ruled the world, peerlessly beautiful, yet notoriously mercurial. History recorded countless examples of her cr

The papers the next day after the Spring Council had read, ‘Bankrupt dutchess orders for a custom made gown. I think that was the first time as a reader I had sympathized with Vivanna. When she had asked the Prince why he had not defended her honour to the papers, consequently, this led to the scene where Vivanna asked the Prince if he had ever loved her. That was the first time he had ever straightforwardly rejected Vivanna. I mean, my sympathy was shortlived because she sent a mage to tamper with Daisy’s carriage, paid Daisy’s driver to drink and paid some bounty hunters to attack Daisy…

Cristelle shouted again. Cristelle glared to the civilian that she captives. They were scared as Cristell glared at them. " YOU!! ALL OF YOU!! DID YOU KNOW THAT YOUR SO-CALLED PRINCESS IS NOW DEAD? DID YOU THOUGHT THAT SHE IS THE ONE WHO CAN SAVE YOU ALL, HUH?? NOOOO!! YOU WILL BE MY CAPTIVES FOREVER!! SO NOW, WHILE I'M STILL CALM AND WHILE I STILL CAN CONTROL MY TEMPER, TELL ME WHERE IS YOUR DUMB, WORTHLESS, AND WEAK PRINCESS!!! "

Such boldness I thought getting furious, he is my man bitch stay far away. We came into the ballroom and his date strode out to the ladies, I walked to the lady's myself "She doesn't even deserve to be here, " a voice said "A low life trying to get what's not hers "another voice whispered "Did you see her throwing herself at the men, it's so obvious she came from the slum and is a worthless slut " "I bet she's stylishly giving them the idea she wanted to get fucked so badly by them " "She better watches her step because the prince. Is mine "

Though Vance had a long temper, he was not a man to you wanted to engage once angered. Cull sighed. “She’s in the holding pen.” “Holding pen?” Vance asked with wary suspicion “Slave Room,” Cull translated. “The room you walked through to get here.” “Cull.” Vance replied in a strangled tone. “She is the crown Princess of the Kaltharian continent, and many others. Not one of your whores.” “I know she’s no whore, no matter want else you wish to call her. Spirited too. Bet her mother was a real little firecracker in the brothel.”

"If I want Crystal, I’ll get her. I’ll own her." "Lucien, listen to yourself," Vivienne pleaded, her voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "You can have any girl you want in this club. They are all dying to serve you, dying to please you and climb into your bed." A cold, humorless smile touched my lips. "And that's why they're not Crystal. They're not her." Vivienne stared at me, a look of pure disbelief crossing her face. "Is this some kind of sick game you have in your head just because she’s untouchable? Because she said no?"

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.