Vivienne The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Whatever he'd done to her in that cave had left her weak, compliant. Father stood rigid near the throne, his face a mask of controlled fury. But even he couldn't act openly, not with the entire court watching. Not when Jerome had just been hailed as a hero. The crowd pressed closer, eager to meet the returned prince. Young vampire women giggled and preened, trying to catch Jerome's attention. They had no idea what kind of monster they were fawning over. "Your Highness," Vivienne simpered, the same redhead who'd tormented Raven earlier. "You look absolutely magnificent. The years away have been kind to you."

Emotions had taken over her. His brow creased. “I’ve never seen somebody as foolish as you, human. You cursed a prince and now you’re admitting it full of insults.” Briskly, he brushed his neatly combed raven hair. “You are not as interesting as you seem to be. Since you just admitted your crime—” He gazed at nothing. “Send her to the dungeon.” “No! Who are you?! Tell me who you’re!” She looked around, asking feverishly. “Who is he? He’s the crown prince, isn’t he?!”

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

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 had just splashed water on her. Louisa sat there in a daze. Speechless. Anger riled up in her. She hadn't recovered from one attack yet and the next was happening. Vivienne knew how to play her games well. She was a cunning witch that wasn't to be trusted. “Oh my god! Why are you so careless Louisa? I was going to help you up” Vivienne purred sweetly, crouching down to her level, a sly smile crawling up her lips the moment she met Louisa’s eyes.

I whispered, my hand gripping the table so tight my knuckles whitened. Ivana wasn’t finished. “Furthermore, my stepson, Prince Arden, has unfortunately been manipulated into aiding her. Cassandra Montclair has seduced him, bedding him to bend him to her will. Now he acts not as his own man, but as her puppet.” I froze. My chest constricted. She had dragged him into this. The news anchors and pundits filled the screen, each voice sharper, crueler than the last. They said I was heartless, selfish, cruel for humiliating Richard.

He was so eager to rape her. “Who is that maid? She is so beautiful, like an angel,” the girl in the room asked to the girl next to her. “She's Violet Valerina. She's the princess of the Merrill kingdom. Don't be fooled by her innocent face. She's no different from a slut. She seduced our king as well as prince Lester with her body to get what she wanted.” “Oh my,” the girl said, looking disdainfully at Violet. The guests who heard their conversation also looked at Violet with the same gaze as her. Violet tried to ignore the look in their eyes as she kept walking while holding back her sadness.

"I bought you for fifty million euros, little bird. Not to love you... but to break you."Vivienne Sterling (19) was once the billionaire princess of New York’s high society. But after her evil stepmother frames her for a corporate crime, her father publicly disowns her and strips her of her name. With no money and a fake passport, Vivienne is exiled to Europe only to be captured and put on a secret, elite marriage auction stage. Don Lucian De Vitis (28) is the ruthless, scarred monarch of the French Mediterranean mafia. He lives for one thing: revenge against the Sterling family who tried to ruin his empire. When he sees Vivienne on the auction block, he doesn't see a woman he sees the perf

Gloria flattered her. "Oh, yes". Maria giggled with dreamy eyes. "| wonder which of them". She placed her fingers on her chin and thought. "Hmm, maybe The prince of Iris, or The prince of Monaco, God, he was carved by Zeus himself". She shrieked with a blush on her face as they both held their hands with dreamy eyes. "He is so dreamy". She released a sigh and stared at a place. Sasha only rolled her eyes at their acts as she stood up from the bed.

I sat on the seat making them gasped and started to murmur. "Your Highness—" "To those who doesn't know me, I am Talia D'aureville and I am the Crown Princess of the Sylvestre Empire." I crossed my legs elegantly, forming a letter v on my lustrous thighs while licking my soft and flirtatious lower lip.