Vivienne The Cruel Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The king of Hell asked her, her legs became soft and it took a lot of effort to stand upright "What? have the guts to do not have the guts to accept" Augustus Delvin spoke up again this time in his words clearly smelled of death, he was angry. "Do what?" If you deny it, you have to deny it to the end, absolutely don't accept it, if you accept it, you will definitely die. "Pretending to be stupid? Fan Fan tell her." He lazily closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, ordering Fan Fan. "Yes"

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.

exclaimed Cassandra. "Do you know we were attacked by harpies?" chimed in Kelly. "And fiends," Cassandra bounced on her spot. "And succubi," said Amber, sending a displeased look to Reed, who only rolled his eyes playfully. Darina mumbled, "Looks like you had quite an eventful few days. Did you get many casualties?" "The palace and all of us were drenched in blood. So many dead, injured. Terrible. Did you know that Darius is a demon prince?" said Cassy.

Cain's voice ground through clenched teeth. Vivienne was shaking too hard to move. Cain tightened his grip. "I said take off Wren's dress!" "You don't deserve to wear it!" Vivienne nodded frantically, trembling. Cain released her. She crashed to the floor. He stood over her, eyes blazing red. "Don't you ever try to replace Wren." "You're not even in the same universe as her." "Get out of my sight. Now." Vivienne scrambled out of the room on her hands and knees.

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

It echoed inside my head. “I am your husband. You will show me respect… and you will fear me, or face the consequences.” My body stiffened as I slowly rose from the bed. “My name is Luca Blackthorn. I am a prince—the heir to the throne of Dreadveil Palace.” A heavy silence followed. He was waiting for a response… but I couldn’t speak. I was listening—every word sinking deep, sending chills crawling down my spine. Fear wrapped around me so tightly I could barely breathe.