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Prince And His Fool Bl

To His Hell and Back

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."
mata0eve · 128.9K Views

Cursed Bond: Claimed By The Monstrous Alpha Prince [BL]

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!
Bree_Airee · 1.7K Views

Devil And His Princess

Childhood Rivals to Lovers!! Or more like Childhood enemies to lovers!! The two families; Reid and Martson has been ruling ReiMar Enterprises for generations. The rule says: being greatest shareholders, president is chosen from Martson family whereas Vice president is chosen from Reid family. Mira being born into the family of Reid, believed to bring the greatest misfortune to Reid family. Her mother died by climbing the building right in front of her daughter. She was just 8 year old that time. "Mom, why are you covered in blood?" she asked as tears streamed down her cheeks. The woman looked at her daughter, smiled sadly, crasessed her daughter cheeks. "Live a good life away from Reid and Martson. You-- have to stay away from th--." She said, before falling dead. Due to trauma, her memories were blurry she didn't remember her mother's death. Everyone said her mother died in car accident. She stayed in the Reid family, she was told to that her mother last wish was to get vice president position. What a ridicule! She was just a chess piece for Reid family. She thought they loved her, but she was wrong. They were thirsty of her blood just like a vampire thirsts blood. They pushed her, they almost killed her. In this game of inheritance, the only way to select the vice president between her and her step brother would be to win the favor of all board members and determine the fate of the heir's future. It was almost impossible to win the favor of the board of directors. To gain the favor of those bunch of old directors. Because not everyone liked her, but for Mira there is nothing that she can't achieve. To win against her foe, she had to join hands with the one she hates the most, Zion Martson, her childhood Rival. Rule1: Don't fall in love with Zion! Rule2: Must fulfill her mother's will! Zion Marston, an epitome of beauty, arrogance, charisma. He was known to be a completely arrogant, self centered, egoistical, cold-face person. He was known to be a ruthless, merciless business man in the business world. Being entangled in the thread of fate, he was forced into an unwanted marriage by his grandfather. No one dared to go against his grandfather's wish, left with no choice he agreed. Childhood enemies who can't stand each other's presence are bound in a marriage of inconvenience. What will happen when their denied feelings for each other bloom into 'love'. ...... Please Read my book, add in library, vote with powerstones and Golden tickets!!
_Carolina_writes_ · 36.6K Views

The Fool’s Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse

You know what’s unfair? For years, I dreamed about adventure—magic, monsters, heroes, all that good stuff. I imagined grand battles, epic quests, and worlds filled with mystery. And then the world actually decided to go full apocalypse. Did it give me a cool prophecy? A legendary weapon? A warning? An OP Skill? Nope. Just dumped me into chaos with nothing but my sharp wit and questionable survival instincts. Fine. I can play this game. Heck, I even got my own survival guide: Rule #1: Find a protagonist. Because let’s be honest, I am not main character material. Main characters are strong, serious, and burdened by fate. I, on the other hand, have spent my entire life dodging effort like it’s a contagious disease. Rule #2: If your protagonist has amnesia, you are screwed. Guess what? Mine does. The regressor, the guy who was supposed to have all the answers, keeps squinting at the apocalypse like it’s an old TV show he barely remembers. “This looks familiar…” Yes, genius, because we’re about to die in it! So now I have to think. Not normal thinking—fool’s logic. The kind of thinking that makes no sense but works anyway. And if that fails? I’ll talk my way out. Monsters? Negotiate. Villains? Trash-talk them until they cry. Death itself? Well, I’ll try to convince it that I’m not worth the effort. And if I die even then? At least I’ll go out proving that fools always find a way. ______ ___ _ [ Please note that this story is a work of fiction and a product of the author's imagination. It contains scenes of violence, death, and may not be suitable for all readers. It is intended for mature audiences only. ]
Peace_in_Chaos · 26.6K Views

Villainous Lord and His Knight Prince

Lucias never imagined his life would end like this—lying broken on the floor of an S-rank dungeon, his comrades reduced to lifeless corpses, and the burning agony of Cerberus' jaws tearing through him. He could accept death, but not like this—not at the mercy of an L-grade monster that should never have existed here. Once again, humanity's so-called flawless system had failed spectacularly, and Lucias was paying the ultimate price. As the world faded into darkness, one desperate thought consumed him: "If only I could see how that novel ends..." For years, Lucias' life revolved around one story, an epic saga featuring a legendary hero whose blade felled dragons, demons, and even gods. It wasn't just entertainment—it was his lifeline, inspiration in his mundane ranker existence. He knew the novel's plot intimately, admired its hero endlessly, and longed desperately to witness its conclusion. Now, bleeding out on dungeon stone, regret burned deeper than any wound. But death didn't claim him. Instead, Lucias awoke in a grand bedroom, luxurious yet unfamiliar. Beside him stood an elderly butler, refined in a pristine suit, who addressed him with reverence: "Lord Seth." Reality struck Lucias like lightning. Seth—the notorious villain, fated for tragedy, destined to die at the hands of the very hero Lucias once idolized. Of all people to transmigrate into, why had fate cruelly chosen him to become the novel's detestable antagonist? Armed with knowledge of the future, Lucias resolves to rewrite destiny. But as he navigates treacherous politics, hidden threats, and complicated relationships—including a prince whose fate is entwined with his own—Lucias must confront a terrifying truth: to survive as a villain, he must embrace darkness without losing himself to it.
1001001sh · 31.4K Views
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