Vivienne The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Viola began. "It was just a trick, Princess. She's not here. An illusion I created. When the king dies, I will succeed him immediately and I will choose you as my bride. You won't have to be a widow. Think about it. It's a win-win anyways. It's either we kill him or the curse does. What's at stake here now is your freedom. It's either you earn it or not," he informed her.

Suddenly, Lady Vivianne marched forward, her face twisted in absolute fury as she pointed an accusing finger at me. "Look at what you have done!" Vivianne yelled at me, her voice echoing shrilly. "Your Majesty, look at her! Instead of helping you form military alliances, she just destroyed one! She made us lose three hundred warriors right before a war! She is a curse to this court!" "Silence, Vivianne!" Valerius boomed, turning his dark gaze onto her. Vivianne flinched violently, shocked into absolute silence as Valerius stepped between her and me.

Vivienne “You’re not listening to me,” Zara huffed, arms crossed like a bratty duchess. “I swear on my last eyeliner pencil—Darius was looking at you like you were the main course and dessert. With whipped cream. And trauma.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Can we not talk about the man who’s married to a glorified ice sculpture?” “Oh, you mean Princess Celestria of the Crimson Pack?” she smirks. “Miss My-Corset-Is-Tighter-Than-My-Emotions?”

"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.

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

I swallowed hard, turning my head away to avoid his dark gaze. "Look at me," Draven commanded, voice cold. His hand shifted from my neck, his thumb and index finger catching my chin in a hard grip and forcing my face to turn towards him in a firm position. "Don't turn away from me when I'm talking to you," he growled softly, his eyes locking onto mine with absolute authority. "You don't get to play pure and innocent with me, Vivienne. Not after five years of running. Not after what happened that night in the club. Not after begging on your knees for my money. You are mine now, and you can't pretend you're too good for my bed."

I'm sure her grandfather won't take it lightly if she's once again on the news for the wrong reasons. "Of course what do I expect from someone who's acquainted with Vivian," Bianca sneered, "she tries to pretend she's a saint acting better than everyone but now we can see just how much of a slut she truly is." I tried to calm down Bianca by signaling her to stop but when Bianca starts on a rampage nothing can stop her. Before I could take Bianca away, Vivian moved swiftly with annoyance at Bianca's insult and slapped her across the face. Bianca held up her hands to her cheeks, tears springing to her eyes as she stared at Vivian in shock.

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.

"Can you prove it?" Prince Thomas looked at me expressionlessly. "Vivian didn't lose anything," I answered clearly, word by word. Looking at how calm I was made Vivian flustered. She pointed at me and roared, "You are lying! You stole my necklace! Everyone saw it. You're a thief!" "Be quiet!" Prince Thomas ordered, glancing at her in disgust. "Mr or, I...I..." Vivian's face turned deathly pale. It was not until then that she realized how uncouth she had behaved in front of 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.