6 Hearts Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

The ballroom glittered with a thousand golden lights, each crystal chandelier reflecting the wealth and power of the people beneath them. Cassandra Blake smoothed the silver satin of her gown, the fabric soft against her palm, a reminder to keep her mask in place. In this room, a smile was currency, and hers had been perfected through years of necessity.

Rota passed the Microphone back to the Elite and turned to face Mia “Today Ziion, we are gathered to witness the crowing of Princess Mia and Princess Rota. They shall become your Queens and will rule together over Ziion’s People. “Princess Mia, will you satisfy the Blood Oath” “Yes” Mia replied Princess Rota, will you satisfy the Blood Oath” “Yes” Rota replied The girls then held out their left arms and clasped each other at their elbows, so their birthmarks lined up. The Elite smiled when we noticed that together it resembled a crown. They leant their heads together so their foreheads were touching. The Crown was place on both their heads. And together they made the Oath.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

It looked like a heart with glowing vines attached to it, pumping what seemed to be blood but silver in colour. He stepped closer, mesmerized. The heart beat with gentle rhythm, sending shimmering pulses through the vines that looped around each other, disappearing behind the woman. Prince Ron wondered where they led and he sidestepped, wanting to follow the vines but then, the woman opened her eyes and he froze.

Luna stood up to face the strange woman. "You have to take care of your heart, because you are the hope of your kingdom." The woman looked down at Luna's chest, and touched it where she could feel its heartbeat. The princess looked at her hand, it was light and it felt good. Her heartbeat quickened and she felt strange. "I'm so happy that you grew up so beautiful. Once you already know what you can do, I won't have to watch you anymore." She raised her hand to Luna's cheek, the princess closed her eyes to feel the caress of her hand.

While her piercing aura was on full display, her curves were quite apparent as well. Any man would find it hard to hold back after seeing such a beauty. But Harvey casually looked away after taking a few glances at her. Queenie rolled her eyes at his reaction. Harvey was such an insensitive blockhead! “Do you think the fourth princess will plan to get you killed? Or is she going to do as you say and kill Vince?” Queenie asked with a frown. “The fourth princess is from The Empire’s royal family, and the fourth successor in line. She’s a true elite,” Harvey calmly replied as he sipped his tea.

I gave her a slight nod and she stepped out. After a few minutes only, Princess woke up, rubbing her eyes. "I didn't come to know when I fell asleep again." She murmured, looking at me. "This is the magic of my arms." I uttered smilingly. "True and the magic of your soothing heartbeat." She said gleefully and suddenly started opening the buttons of my shirt. I asked, "what's your intension, Princess?" As she looked at me, I raised my brows. She murmured, "I want to kiss your heart."

“Do you think it's cruel to trade with merfolk’s hearts?” the princess asked. Philip just nodded without speaking. The princess suddenly ripped apart the covering on her chest. A shocking wound was displayed on her chest. “In fact, merpeople have two hearts.” Seeing the princess’s actions, Philip felt a little embarrassed because she was a mermaid, after all. Showing her wound openly in front of him just like that made Philip a little embarrassed. However, she seemed unconcerned. Seeing Philip's expression, she simply said, “We merfolk don’t have as much etiquette as humans, so you don’t have to feel embarrassed.

Whatever is inside must be valuable. Either way, the princess is alive and I must find her. I will bring her home and she will take her rightful place as queen. The phoenix can heal the land and she can break the curse on the shifters. That means! I could finally find my fated mate if she was still alive. I take one last look at the picture when I notice the ring on Queen Marcia’s finger is clear. When I look at the one next to it, the ring is red. “The heart scale.” Jaka says.

They as if contain the hatred for the fate and the fascilatator of life, but there are the fear therein that she barely hide with her cruel face. “You may not understand, princess, but I am trying to protect my heart,” she added and her eyes of gold is strangely familiar in any way. “My heart is the only thing aware of the truest, but there's nothing in the existed royal prince that my heart is familiar. Is my cruelness doesn't justify by the misery I felt from the moment everything is change?” I gasp. “When does everything change, ma'am?” I ask, now with respect I couldn't realize until I fully stated the curiousity therein.