Fourth Prince Debauchery の小説・ストーリー

Caesar stepped into the snow. Not in armor. Not in rage. But in a long coat lined with dark gold, its silver buttons gleaming like captured moonlight. He was tall, graceful.His face carved by gods, yet softened by warmth. Pale lips curved in a smile. A single blood-red mole beneath his right eye, like a drop of wine on porcelain. More radiant than Lucian. More comforting than the hearth. The Blood Prince of the Empire. He stopped before me. Then knelt—just slightly—so our eyes met level.

She answered. "I have not seen the Fourth prince so i can not give you the full details of his face, okay? Now, get out, i need to rest." May said as she lay back on the bed. Aliana pressed her lips into thin line as she saw May was not going to answer any of her questions anymore. How could she even lie with a straight face? Lying that she had never seen the Fourth prince before, Aliana scoffed. Audree thought she was a fool and was not aware of her secret meetings with the Fourth prince and she dared to lie that she had never seen the prince before. Or, could it be that she really lost her memory? Could that be the reason why she did not remember the Fourth prince? I thought she was preten

"My name is..." "He’s the prince, Gabriel," Deacon continued. "Prince Augustus Cynfael Hearst Clemente." Gabriel unexpectedly punched Prince Augustus in the face, Deacon and Mishelley swiftly stopped him. "For goodness’ sake, Gabriel! He’s the prince!" Mishelley exclaimed. "Psychopath prince. Don’t you recall what Gemma said, that prince..." Gabriel pointed to the prince. "Made Gemma’s life miserable. Acting novel but a sadist."

A prince who walked out of today’s session furious. A prince whose silence meant something dangerous. Good. Let them fear me. Fear made men honest, if only briefly. I moved deeper into the ballroom, crossing beneath archways wrapped in fresh flowers and past fountains overflowing with roses dyed to match the royal colours. Ice sculptures shaped like mythical beasts glittered in the candlelight, shallow attempts at opulence in a kingdom struggling to hide its own decay. Servants hurried past carrying trays heavy with delicacies imported from neighboring lands, lands pretending they weren’t watching Eldenwald’s drought with morbid curiosity.

“The prince who brought me here… Ayla, he’s so handsome and kind too!” Ayla’s smile faded, and she frowned. “Which prince are you talking about?” Debbie teased, “Oh? So there are two? Well, he said his name is Ulric. And don’t frown, Ayla! It doesn’t suit you.” Ayla relaxed. “Thank the Goddess. That’s the good one. The younger prince? Stay far away from him, Debbie. He can’t keep himself away from women. I don’t want you anywhere near him.”

A war was coming. Tonight was for something else. The Royal Debauchery. The Royal Debauchery is a long standing event which happens only once in the lifeline of any king of the House of the Lycans, it is usually a very lavish celebration, A night where savagery was cloaked in celebration. Where Alphas brought their slaves—men and women—to serve, to entertain, to be used.

He was in trouble and he feared he might not excape this! " Drag him here and tie him up!" The king ordered immediately he sighted the Fourth Prince who held the door handle and was even breaking it apart already without knowing. Two of the king's men bowed and walked toward the Prince. " We are to bring you!" One of them said coldly and without warning, he dragged the Fourth Prince to the ground , hit his stomach and punched his rib mercilessly. " Arkkkgh!" The fourth Prince screamed in immense pain as he felt like his ribs had just been broken.

Their eyes met, and a subtle smile played on the prince's lips as Kara returned a mischievous expression. The prince, on his journey back, discussed Alruna’s request with his advisor. "I know the crown prince is interested in Curtis's partner's beauty products. He sent someone to speak with her a few days ago. Is it acceptable to accept this request?" the advisor asked cautiously. The prince’s response was nonchalant. "If the omega offered me a partnership, it means she rejected the crown prince." Of the four princes, only the Fourth Prince remained detached from the power struggles of the court. He maintained a low profile, almost invisible to the public eye, but this didn't reflect his cap

I just want to be sick. "The prince went all out to make you shine like a diamond tonight. I must say that when I first saw you all those years ago, I lusted for you then, but this takes that lust to a whole new level…" I'm going to be sick now. "But you won't have to worry, my sweet. I don't have any intention of letting that lusty prince have you. He needs to get his own whore instead of trying to take mine." He stood before me, looking down his big nose at me as I stared at the wall behind him. I don't belong to either of you! Lewis was rough-shaven with a few missing teeth. He had short black hair and cold black eyes. He was muscular with a square jaw and looked cruel. Even though I look

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.