Vivienne The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

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. "

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.

And there, standing in front of them was the cruel prince in all his dark glory. "Maximus…." He called her name, looking a bit pissed, "I didn't summon you." "I know that, master. But the shy Fae you gifted me is beginning to get quite impatient. Moreover, he's accomplished the task you gave him already." She said to the cruel prince without an ounce of fear unlike him who shivered when Aldric's gaze collided with his, finally noticing him. "You are still alive?" Adric said, rendering him speechless. What's with these people wishing him dead? He almost thought the prince liked him, having taken him in as his soldier.

The both can’t seem to stop staring at each other, whoever they were in the sane closed room, and despite the fact that there’s a huge chance that the vampire king, Lord Ambrose, might have noticed her swift diversion of her feelings towards him, moved over to his son, Vlad. Ricca wasn’t scared of the fact that she was walking in treacherous steps, maybe it had to do with the fact that the vampire lord hasn’t treated her to the point that she’s nearly on the brink of death, for her to recognize that she belongs to a jealous, possessive and crazy man who was old enough to be her great-great grandfather.

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.

she expressed a little nervously. "What is it, is there something else I should know?" I asked, not understanding what that could be. "Leonard covered for Lynnet, as Lynda and she were the daughters of Margareth Skarosky, the princes' eldest sister, the heir to the throne, who abdicated for love. Leonard is the fifth son of Prince Stefan, and was fourth in the line of succession until the twins appeared, and since they were the daughters of the heir princess, they succeeded her in the same order. These are the reasons why they framed you and made you bear the guilt, while you were innocent".

Never mind that I am a werewolf, a creature they deem a mindless beast, nothing more than a big dog. I am known as the failure prince of the sifters’. The black sheep of the royal werewolf family. The one who could not keep his mate and who ran from his royal duties like a cowardly jester. I will show that fucker I am the prince and future alpha king for a reason.

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

Liz held her hand and drag her backwards but it got ivy even more angry. "Is there any reason why you don't want to be the Prince's maid?" Liz, turned towards Eve and asked softly. But before Eve could say anything, ivy said. "Are you kidding me, how can you ask her such question? Can't you see this was all her plan to become the Prince's special maid." She shouted at Liz. "Ivy, just stop." Eva said, trying to stop her because all other maids were already staring at them and whispering things to themselves.