Ang Prinsipe Novels & Stories

They nodded in recognition at some of them before quickly settling themselves at their assigned section. LJ, back to being miserable, squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. All forty-eight Asian Principalities sat on their thrones, on a stage above everyone else at the center of the theater. Their wings, longer and more delicate-looking than that of mere angels, sprang up from their assumed bodies, touching the ground. They didn't need subtlety to do their mandate as rulers of nations, hence their elaborate wings. But if one were to ask LJ, The Principalities were as spoiled and cruel as the human politicians, and he both feared and loathed them.

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

As I stood on Ash's shoulder as the waiting Alpha, Luna and Beta scrambled forward, bowing and curtsying to the Prince Ash as he turned to introduce me. "Alpha, this is the royal Gamma Chance Hope." he said as they all looked at me, and instantly, the Alpha and Beta's faced dropped and went pale.

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.

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

"Nice to meet you." "And the-" he gestured to the twins but was stopped by them. "Fred," said one of the twins. "We want to be introduced last." continued the other. These guys are embarrassing. "Very well," Fred nodded and gestured to the prince, who I already started to dislike. "This here is Prince Ace Feradin from the Kingdom of Tordis. Please forgive him from his rudeness earlier." Instead of bowing, prince Ace nodded his head once. "By the way, that's PRINCE Ace for YOU"

Alex shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel, "Cut the chatter. You think Ms. Emerson would dangle a fortune just for kicks? If this guy's the real deal, he's your golden ticket out of debt. "But let's get one thing straight–not just any guy with a moon on his skin can clear the slate. "We've had jokers try to pass off fakes before, clueless about where the real deal should be. They just slapped on a crescent and called it real."

Did you want a hold over both our famiglia's Principessas—or more precisely, both future Donnas? Marcello stumbled back from the weight of that accusation, his composure breaking. He then stammered, "T-That's not it, Don Sabato. You've misunderstood—" Papa sneered. "You actually dare say it's just a mere misunderstanding, huh? I've been around much longer than you, Marcello. I can see through your petty schemes plain as day." Marcello was about to explain himself again, but I stopped him before he could. "You shouldn't bother with him anymore, Papa," I said as I picked up the document and turned toward Marcello. "Thank you for assisting the Sabato famiglia in locating the real Principessa, M

I assumed it was just nerves. I tried to return to my seat, but I was told the chair next to the Don didn't belong to me. Just then, the doors swung open. Sophia, the principessa of the Romano family, walked in. She wasn't even on the guest list. Yet, Marco eagerly rushed over and welcomed her to the seat beside him. The soldatos below started whispering. I frowned and approached Marco. "What the hell is this?" Before Marco could speak, Sophia answered.