Vivienne The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

Vivienne screamed hysterically, her voice rising high as she tried to overpower the increasingly violent storm. However, Tristan did not turn around even once. The large glass door slid shut with a muted thud, swallowed by the storm, sealing the crown prince inside a world now filled with burning resentment, while Vivienne could only stand frozen beneath the pouring rain, realizing that one of her most valuable pawns had now become the greatest threat to her revenge plan.

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

Grace explained and I nodded, the whole ballroom froze and stopped any sound they were making when King Ned let out a growl that had the vampire king take a step back, especially when he found his grandson in his face against him, along side the werewolves. “King Alexander, King Ned, this is a ball, let this evening pass without a fight” a king who stood by Celine’s side said walking forward, he, Princess Celine, and a woman who seemed to be a queen walked toward the angry kings and princes. “That is King Louis, Celine’s father, King of the Witch kingdom” Grace said looking at me, my heart clenched at the sound of that, especially when I saw Nathan bow at the king and Celine walk toward his

The sharp click of her 5-inch heels echoed through the lobby. She stopped in the center of the hall, her expression unreadable as she looked at the still little figure on the floor. "Still putting on a show? Is this what Howard taught you—how to fake sympathy? You really think that if you act pitiful enough, I'll soften up? Keep dreaming." Each word cut through me like a blade, stabbing my soul again and again. I wanted to scream—how could she? How could she believe such cruelty of her own child? My boy was gentle, obedient, innocent… Tears spilled onto his face.

She sighted Damien and her entire fears vanished, his gaze was fixed on her, letting her know that he wasn’t giving up, even though her entire faith was uncertain at least she preferred Damien than another person in here. No one else had seem to notice the Prince’s presence, he was the last person to expect at bidding for a slave, he stayed quiet at the back corner, he had given strict instruction to the auctioneer not to dare introduce him, from where he was he could see Duke Sebastian boasting to others two he got the violet eyed slave first, the Prince didn’t know what he loved more, kicking Sebastian off his high horse or having the girl. “Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests of the vam

The knife pressed directly against the mark, and Gianna's breath caught. "What do you want?" Gianna forced the words out. "What do I want?" Viviene laughed. It was hollow. Broken. "I want to ruin your pretty face. That's what I want." Her voice was steady in a way that terrified Gianna more than hysteria would have. "First Cyrus," Viviene continued. "Then Nolan. Now the rogue king is after you too. What is it about you? What makes men lose their minds?" Gianna tried to speak but Viviene pressed the blade harder.

Arrows flew from my brother’s bow, their tips glazed with frost. Two wolf guards collapsed instantly—throats pierced, dead before their bodies hit the snow. My brother Vincent stepped over them, robes black, eyes colder than winter. Magic hissed on his skin like live wire. Behind him rolled a carriage of gilded ebony, the Blood Prince’s crest—an imperial eagle clutching a bloodstone crown. An arrow sliced past Seraphina’s ear and sheared off a lock of her hair.

"If I want Crystal, I’ll get her. I’ll own her." "Lucien, listen to yourself," Vivienne pleaded, her voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "You can have any girl you want in this club. They are all dying to serve you, dying to please you and climb into your bed." A cold, humorless smile touched my lips. "And that's why they're not Crystal. They're not her." Vivienne stared at me, a look of pure disbelief crossing her face. "Is this some kind of sick game you have in your head just because she’s untouchable? Because she said no?"

I jumped and was quick to dart to the bathroom in order to smell nice. Not for him but to maintain the dignity of being a girl? However, my mood lightened when I heard Jonathan laugh with Caitlyn. “Th-thank you, Prince…” Caitlyn’s tearful voice rendered me speechless. “Nevermind. It was my fault to start with.” He answered and I wondered was it really his fault? Everyone is aware of the wrath of King Alexander. In fact I thought Sebastian was a potential King. But shouldn’t a King fight against injustice? Or he is merely scared to lose his chance of being one by going against the King, himself?

"On the step just now you were all sweetness. You scolded me the whole way out for doubting her. You called her a good woman. You said I owed her an apology. And now…" "Of course I did." Vivienne shot me a look, and there was something in it I hadn't seen from her before. She drew a breath and pressed a hand flat to her chest to steady herself. "Child. Use your head. She is the King's own younger sister. The Grand Princess. We are tied to that woman for the rest of our lives, your husband and I and now you. We will sit at the same tables at every feast from now until we die. We will need her good word as often as we curse her bad behaviour. You can't just fall out with a woman like that in h