Novel & Cerita Vivienne Cruel Prince

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.

Murmurs were heard among the girls before lady Rowena shut them up. "Any questions?" She asked. One of the girls raised her hand. "May we know who this personality is my lady?" She gave a polite bow. "It's the prince of Durville." A gasp was heard at the mention of the prince. He was well known for his ruthlessness, and thirst for power within and outside his kingdom. He had conquered many kingdoms, expanding his father's already large one. He was also known for his obsession in buying slaves. No one knew the reason.

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.”

Surprised that she finally admitted to being the youngest among the three of us. She shrugged.” Oh Claire, you and I know I was pulling your legs.” She then glanced up at my mate. “Well, handsome, I am a slut for anything Chinese and sushi and since we are going to be food buddies, I think you should know this..” Damn, this girl can’t be any more shameless. Clayton let out a chuckle and stretched his right hand towards Vivian. “Nice to meet you, Chinese slut. I am…” “I know who you are,” Vivian cut him off.” You are Prince Charming if I recall correctly. I have seen your face on TV more than I can count and Claire here won't shut up about you.” I frowned at Vivian’s statement.

With a whoosh, I swung open the wide door, my muscles tensed, ready to strike at any time. But my momentum froze solid, too stunned to react. Behind me, Vivian—who at some point had picked up the jug of water, wielding it as a weapon—went on her knees with a thud. "Your Majesty, the Prince!" she cried out, the jug slipping from her grip, shattering into shards, drops of water splashing on my robe. It was a brooding Alessandro, his lips pursed into a thin line, his eyes sharp as eagles locked on me, raising an eyebrow at what I assumed might be a spectacle.

Chapter 3: Redhaired Vixen Prince Aldrich Theano Prince Aldrich stared at the redhaired vixen called Lady A. In all his years in living in Nevera, he has never encountered a woman who could speak this audacious and boldly. Yes as a prince he has encountered beautiful women, women from different places and they've been quite forward too but her words is quite different from the ones he's heard. Her proposition is so shocking.. At first he thought he didn't hear her quite clearly...

"Can you prove it?" Prince Thomas looked at me expressionlessly. "Vivian didn't lose anything," I answered clearly, word by word. Looking at how calm I was made Vivian flustered. She pointed at me and roared, "You are lying! You stole my necklace! Everyone saw it. You're a thief!" "Be quiet!" Prince Thomas ordered, glancing at her in disgust. "Mr or, I...I..." Vivian's face turned deathly pale. It was not until then that she realized how uncouth she had behaved in front of the prince.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

he repeated. "Yes, my prince." He studied them both for a long, puzzled moment. "You look nothing alike." Vivienne remained silent. Adrian immediately realized how foolish the statement sounded. Still, the thought lingered. He seemed to want to say more but thought better of it, settling instead into a contemplative silence, his gaze drifting back to Cecilia with a helplessness he had not yet learned to disguise. Cecilia possessed warm brown skin, lively eyes, and a beauty that seemed impossible to ignore. Vivienne was pale. Unnaturally pale. Her silver eyes and ghostly appearance made her seem almost otherworldly. The difference between them was striking.