Ang Prinsipe Novels & Stories

Grandpa introduced me while he didn't care to look up from the documents he was scanning. This was the airhead prince Giselle told me about. She was prancing all around him, calling for attention, but his guards kept her at a distance. The Prince looked up, "I see you got one more mouth to feed now. Is that what is causing these lapses?"

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

Prince stated he had not come to disturb the calm of the New World, but to introduce them to the God of the World. The human who had fooled the who nation into believing that he was the god of the New World had to give way to the original all-powerful God. The prince stated he would speak with the nation's elders a few hours later to determine who is the next person was and the candidate to lead the nation so that there would be peace. As soon as he finished his speech, the few police officers who had no weapons and had remained neutral in the battle all ran to bow to the young Prince from the Indo Continent.

Jin Shouzhi said respectfully. "How dare you! My Big Brother is the eldest of the God's princes and has accumulated incomparable merits. It is reasonable for the God, our father, to confer the reward. How could the youngest 13th prince do that! What the h*ll is he! F**k off! Don't disturb us!" the 8th prince said sharply, leaving no face for the envoy.

Suddenly a voice rang out. “MAJOR General HENRY PLEASE STOP, I AM THE MAN IN RULE IN THE Citadel. I HAVE CREATED THE PRINCESS AND THE PRINCIPLE HAS eloped. WE DON'T WANT WAR, PLEASE STOP. HE HAS RECEIVED ONE, AND I WILL GIVE THE KING TO HIM, UP TO HIM.” “I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, TODAY STEPHAN KINGDOM WILL BE FUCKED, NO MORE LIKE A KINGDOM. THROW!!!"

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

“He always has the female we keep first.” “That’s what you want me for then,” I say in disgust, because it’s clear they just want me for sex, and their poor mates must just put up with it because they are alphas. I don’t want my first time to be with someone else’s mate, but it sounds like I’m not going to have a choice. I’m just going to be a whore to them until they get what they want and leave. Lucy told me that’s what wolf males do best: leave after they catch the prize. “I’m not a whore and I don’t want to be killed by one of your angry mates for lying with you.”

Two equally cold-faced men followed behind him. Alessandro walked straight up to me and bowed respectfully. “Principessa.” A flicker of unease and confusion crossed Anthony and Fiona’s faces. The livestream comments erupted with speculation. [Principessa?] [Is Francesca…?] One of the parents seemed to recall something. “Could she be from a mafia family?!” I nodded slightly at Alessandro. “You may begin.” With that, sound played from Alessandro’s phone. “…I stayed with him all night. He was completely taken with me.”

Prince Cine grumbled and the Princess chuckled. Prince Cine was the only child of his parents and didn't suffer any works at all, he didn't even know how to hold a small broom so his complains was understandable. The principal intentionally gave them such works especially because of him so it would be easier for them to reflect on their mistakes.

"Marco and Mike are my heirs. They need to learn how to be true Morettis here." Heirs. That word cut me like a knife again. "And what about Lucia? She's a Moretti, too!" "Lucia is a princess," he said, as if stating an obvious truth. "Princesses are to be cherished. Not to rule." I stared at him. This man was saying the cruelest things in the gentlest voice. The revenge I was planning felt so distant, so powerless. I couldn't even stand to breathe the same air as these people.