Vivienne The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Dorian tried to snatch his hand away from the Prince but let out a yelp when he twisted it even further. "Oh, that's enough you two. Stop acting like a bunch of children fighting over a toy." Princess Victoria commented. "Here Frost. come sit with the ladies and leave the men to measure their manhoods." Prince Victor and Dorian both glares at the Princess but she didn't even blink at them. Accepting her invite, I sat next to Cilvia and watched as Dorian Great snatched his hand away from Prince Victor. If some one who didn't know the royal family was to see the way the two were staring at each other, they wouldn't have guessed that they were actual cousins born and raised with in the same hou

He had the authority to. Asahd as the crowned Prince of Zagreh, was expected to be very careful in whatever he did. But he didn't give a damn. He had the wrong group of friends, he would spend money carelessly and on a party life, he went to places and attended parties a Prince wasn't supposed to attend. On top of it all, he was a lover of women and shamelessly showed himself with dishonorable women. Women who showed too much skin or approached men shamelessly. Sometimes he would bring disrespectful foreign friends he met in other countries, to the palace, against his father's orders.

“I managed to sneak in some bread. It’s not much, but you’ll need something more than water.” I smiled faintly, the small act of kindness a balm against the cold reality of my confinement. Taking a small bite, I savored the warmth and faint sweetness, grounding me for a moment. Marvis watched me closely, then broke the silence. “There are whispers in the halls… about the prince’s temper. You’re not the first to suffer his wrath.” I frowned, swallowing slowly. “Then why does no one stop him?” Her eyes darkened. “Because no one can. Not without risking everything.”

“I’m a Prince and the future King. I will never crawl to anyone. Least of all, you.” “Then what do you want? Need a tissue for your tears?” She asks mockingly. “I came to tell you that you failed. My mate is alive and well, but your best warriors? All dead. Dead at the hands of the woman you call a child and say is so unworthy of being my mate and the future queen.” “You lie.” She snarls. “If there’s one thing I never do, Lorelai, it’s lie. You know that. My mate is alive and well, and already headed back to Araphyra, where you know you can’t touch her.”

"But V... if he’s apologizing... if he’s hurting... doesn't that mean there’s a human being under all that ink?" ​"It doesn't change who he is," Vivienne sobbed into Chloe’s shoulder. "And it doesn't change who I am. I’m Vivienne Blackwood. I’m the girl who marries the Prince. Maya was a dream, and last night, she died in that warehouse." ​Downstairs, the front door opened, and Julian’s voice echoed through the foyer, calling out for his "future bride." ​Vivienne pulled away from Chloe, wiping her eyes and straightening her sweater. She looked at the diamond on her finger—the cold, hard anchor of her reality.

"I did last night, my lady." "Honestly, I don't believe you. Your eyes are purple. Everyone's known witches only owned purple eyes. You may be a witch sent to kill our only prince." I fell silent. I didn't know what to say. "Foolish slave girl, I must test your loyalty. I don't believe that you are just a mere slave. Prince Erwin never accepted any girl to sleep with him, but you conquered his desire in one night. You must have bewitched him, right?"

Vivienne’s long ice-blonde hair was pulled back tightly, and her expensive uniform was neat, but her pale face was twisted with sharp anger. She was still in total shock after watching Eva walk away with Gideon Vance earlier that afternoon. She was desperate. Her status as the leader of the campus bullies was falling apart. Her ex-boyfriend, Cassian Vance, was broken and useless. She needed something, anything, to ruin Eva’s reputation and destroy her relationship with the Principal. "Check the handle," Vivienne ordered her followers in a harsh, cold whisper. "The scholarship rat must have left some digital files, personal letters, or fake documents behind. If we find proof that she planned

When the princess saw that someone was walking after her, she turned and stared at him. He smiled, "Hi, my name is Damian. I just saw you for the first time today and I just came into the kingdom. I want to say you're so beautiful." What is this?" she asked, shocking Damian. "Look at how disgusting you look! What makes you think you can talk to me? Have you no respect? Guards! Why would you let someone like this talk to me? Look at the way he's dressed. He's even smelling! If I talk to people like this, what do you think of my reputation? You want to drag it through the mud!"

Consumed by rage, Renee turned her head and shouted, “You’re filthy people! I’m a princess of Ciawales and the younger sister of the second prince! If you dare to kill me, even with the crown prince backing you, none of you will escape death!” The leader sneered coldly. “Do you still think you’re a princess of Ciawales? Soon, the kingdom will belong to Prince Justin. Your precious second brother will be nothing more than a powerless fool. Don’t worry, he’ll soon become a stepping stone for Prince Justin, just like you. Both of you will disappear from this world, so don’t bother holding out any hope for him.”

And as far as I can see they all look the same age. “What do you mean by that?!” Hamstell. Kenrick sighed. “The Crown Prince will need his Marionette once he grows up. And only the daughter of the Dukes and Duchesses is chosen to be his Marionette. He will need this child. So better to take good care of her…” “Right. It’s better to keep this child alive.” Said Parker. I stared at him and let out a wide cutie smile. “She’s cute…” The guy standing beside the door smirked. Gah. I think my face is heating up. I’m so happy! He took my charms so easily!