Vivienne The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Just got home, suddenly she was surprised by the absurd letters from hers father. Louis Cyn. Hers own father had the heart to marry herself off to someone she did not even know his origins, what kind of person he was and what his character was. Just yesterday hers father came home from a business trip in America. And now, that statement hers father brought with him almost made her scream in annoyance.

One I had refused to hear. The mirror rippled once more. Kael vanished. Another image took his place. Vivienne stood inside the luxurious chambers I remembered from my first life. A hooded servant knelt before her with his head bowed. "I failed," the servant admitted. "The prince reached the Hall before we secured the relic." Vivienne remained perfectly composed. "So." She lifted a crystal goblet and took an unhurried sip. "The Queen has awakened." "Yes." "Then proceed with the next phase."

a voice purred. Vivienne Roth stepped inside, draped in elegance and malice. Her crimson lips curved into a cruel smile as she walked between them, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. “Oh, Damian,” she sighed, “you always did underestimate me.” Elena’s breath caught. “Vivienne—” “I warned you once,” Vivienne said, her tone like silk hiding a blade. “You should have left while you could.” Damian’s expression hardened. “What do you want?”

Duke Raziel did that…for her? ~~~~~~~1300 years ago~~~~~ "Kneel before me." Lady Vienna Estelle Thaleia Xaviera, the villainess said to the crown prince. She once was known as the Crown Prince’s stalker throughout the kingdom. She dedicated her whole life to bullying Princess Avelina, stalking the crown prince, and now she successfully killed the female lead. But she felt empty. "I said kneel." She said to the vulnerable Crown Prince in front of him. The Crown Prince, Prince Mathias looked at her like she had gone crazy. "Are you happy now? You killed my fiance, the love of my life. But now that she’s gone, I still would not love you.”

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

"Damn. This is bad. Please go back inside the secret door! Her scent will attract the Werewolves here! They'll lose their mind if... now, please! I will do something about this, just wait inside!" Zolan quickly went to the shelf and Romeo could only turn around and return inside. The door closed and the maddening scent was gone. Though the remnant of her scent was still lingering in the air, it was not that hard on the rest of them anymore. "Heavens… just what the hell was that?!" Zolan felt his knees weakened and he grabbed on the shelves to prevent himself from collapsing embarrassingly in front of the others. He could not believe that it was not just the prince they needed to hide but now

"She's just inside. What is this about?" "Not here," I said then I kept walking. I heard her footsteps follow me after a brief pause. Good. Vivienne was inside the practice room, sitting on a bench near the far wall with a book open in her lap that she was clearly not reading. She was a smaller girl than Helena. She was softer in appearance, which most people took to mean softer in character. That was a mistake. Vivienne was cruel in a way people would never expect. She rarely said anything outright, but she had a talent for getting people into trouble. She was Helena's second in most things, and she was loyal the way people are loyal when they have calculated that loyalty to be useful to th

Crista was used to Cristine's sarcasm, but she didn't care for it this time. Since their childhood, she had been like Cinderella, while Cristine was the arrogant princess. "Where I am is none of your business. I'm just calling because I need money." Cristine had always spent money lavishly, going to bars and night clubs and fooling around with different men every night. She used to be quite wealthy, but she's gone through all her cash by now, so she decided to ask her sister for money. Crista sighed and

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

"Who said this would be easy? The queen was clearly pleased with him yesterday, and today he's dead. He didn't even last twenty-four hours. She's so brutal—how are we supposed to win her over?" "It's impossible. We'll never make it back home. We might as well wait here to die!" Only I remained as calm as before, replaying everything that had happened the day before. The company had organized an overseas trip. Then the plane crashed. When we opened our eyes again, we had all transmigrated into a novel as challengers. Our target was the story's female lead—the Queen Rara McKayla. She ruled the world, peerlessly beautiful, yet notoriously mercurial. History recorded countless examples of her cr