Thecrownedprince Stories

The crown prince paced across his bedroom quarters with an absurd thought lingering within his mind. He vehemently shook his head, making his crown crooked. He had been rummaging through his brain for quite some time now. How can another man be so... pretty? No, he said to himself, not just pretty. Charming, adorable, and the way he let slip a laughter that sounded like dainty bells against the wind. The prince had always wanted to make him laugh and hated the times he had to leave his side... but why? In his short years of royal life, he had never been more confused. Because of Jeon Song Ji's embarrassingly short height, she had no choice but to tipped toed on the rickety stool to place the ancient brittle scrolls back in their rightful place. She balanced many other priceless literature in her arms, silently cursing the prince for his interest with books so far up the shelves. "Min Joon Young!" Without caution, Song Ji turned at the sound of her disguised name, only to realized she had fallen from the stool. Papers and scrolls fumbled through the air along with the girl as she desperately searched for something to grab. Withen a blink of an eye she found herself not on the floor but rather in someone's strong arms. "Cry baby boy?" She blurted to the smirking face of the crowned prince of Korea. A rendition of Love in The Moonlight

The prince of Orideth never hurt someone before, never wished to again. The only thought going through his mind was one of the knife puncturing her flesh and the warm blood that poured between his fingertips as she let out a broken sound and slumped to the floor. The beat of her heart so strong she felt it might explode. The trembling in her fingertips. The unending pounding in his head telling him he'd just unleashed a monster. The prince of Orideth never hurt someone before, never wished to again, because he'd liked it a little bit too much.

🔅🔆Sequel of The Crowned Prince. Can't be read alone, kindly read The Crowned Prince first.🔆🔅 As he said, "It's not going to be peaches and cream,it's going to be roses and thorns." And he was waiting to be torn by the thorns just to get a whiff of the intoxicating smell of that sinful Rose. 🔅🔆🔅 She settled herself beside him. He glanced up from his laptop and asked, "What happened?" "I am nervous.",she muttered. "Come here.", he kept his laptop aside and pulled her closer. She hugged him tightly, hiding her face in his chest. He possessively wrapped his arms around her as if hiding her from the world. "You are my Queen, you know that?",he patted her head. She nodded her head, but pushing herself more in his chest. Who will tell this Crown Prince, that it was not nervousness, but her craving for his attention, love and care. 🔅🔆🔅 "Enough!!",she showed her hand and said in a loud voice. "Mr. Rawal, tell your son to stay in his limits.",she looked at the aged man. "Why the hell are you talking to my father? Talk to me, woman.",that man said arrogantly. "Mr. Yogesh Rawal, if I would have been you, I would love to mind my own business. Don't you dare to talk to me in that tone,ever. Believe me, you won't love the consequences.", her sweet tone laced with venom. "How-" He started in anger only to be cut in middle by her. "You love to test my patience, don't you? Listen to me and listen clearly, if you want your little self to stay alive,might I add in a single piece then just shut your bloody mouth. My tolerance is hanging on a thin thread.", she whispered to make it clear to that thick headed man. 🔅🔆🔅 She is the woman. Woman of words and confidence. Woman who demand respect. Her aura, screaming authority. Her eyes, burning with embers. Her heart, blazing from years. Her soul, greedy to see someone's end. Beware! Nobody will be spared in THE QUEEN'S REALM. 🔅🔆🔅 Peep in to know more....