Ang Prinsipe Romane & Geschichten

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.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

"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.

Emily's POV "Are you shitting me?" Gen asked rhetorically as she threw herself face down in my bed in my hotel room, worn out from exhaustion. "I can't believe Sebastian is a prince," I finally spoke while staring at my reflection from a wine glass. I poured myself another drink. I was having one hell of a day. First, I had to put an abrupt end to my hotel project then I found out my ex-boyfriend was the Prince of Conovia and I was summoned by him and his father about the rights of the land.

she answered respectfully. “What did Prince Aldridge have for breakfast this morning?” Shawn asked. “Master had rice, boiled egg and shrimp accompanied with a blend of juice,” Miriam answered as she recalled what they made for breakfast. Shawn nodded his head then asked, “Can you tell me about him.” “Master is the seventh son of our king. He does not have the same mother as his first to fifth siblings who are her majesty’s children and is the only child of his mother who passed on three years ago. Master is twenty-two years of age and recently has been bestowed a rank higher than that of her majesty's second to fifth children.” She explained.

This was an unexpected case that hasn't happened for once in the college for over three hundred years that the school has been founder and secured under a great enchantment. The Dean looks worried under his meditation, not worried actually, but calculating the whole scenario. He remembered the Princess came to him earlier the previous day. 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫…

She instantly fixed her posture when the princes approached her. "Nice to meet you, Princess" Prince Dark, the third oldest prince and the successor of the Stratos Royal Seat, held her hand and give it a kiss. His eyes were kind and soft but his aura was so dominative, she couldn't help but be intimidated. He was followed by a tall dark haired god!