Romans & histoires Vivienne The Cruel Prince

Romeo scoffed at the still frozen Leon. The half-blood pulled out his sword and took a closer look at it, carefully sniffing at its blade. When he picked up the faint trace of poison on it, humiliation and quiet rage immediately blazed in his eyes. He could not believe the crown prince had lowered himself and did this. He remembered that he had sparred with the crown prince before they attacked Dacria because of the crown prince's request. It was then that the crown prince asked them to exchange swords for one round.

"How... maternal you look." Behind her, Princess Evelynn glided in wearing midnight black, her ruby mouth curved in a smile that promised trouble. Where Ivora was ice, Evelynn was the kind of venom that enjoyed itself — beautiful, deliberate, amused by her own cruelty in a way that made her more dangerous than someone who felt guilt about it. Then came Second Prince Lucian.

Vivienne’s icy gaze measured Adrielle like a diamond being appraised, sharp and unyielding. “I’ve heard the rumors,” Vivienne said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. “The heiress who lost everything, then vanished.” Adrielle met her stare evenly. “I’m here to reclaim what’s mine.” Vivienne’s smile was thin, calculating. “Bold. Dangerous. I like it. But this city doesn’t give up its secrets easily. You’ll need more than fire.” Lucien stepped forward, his presence a silent warning. “We’re prepared to play your game.”

"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

The maid sighed as she took a quick peek at the Princess from the slightly gaping door. "What have the cruel Prince done to this poor young lady to make her act this way?" She shivers at the thought of the Princess getting punished sadistically. And Mary became even more terrified as she considered the possibility of the Prince tormenting the Princess into killing herself. The idea was not impossible since the Prince is well known in the Lilac Palace to be a ruthless killer, though that secret only remains inside the palace walls. Anyone who leaks this secret is punishable by death. Gaining a little courage in approaching the Princess, Mary tried her shot in helping her. "Princess Lianne?...