Autor Del Principito Novels & Stories

He crouched down behind Sterling and covered the prince’s eyes. Sterling held Leonardo's hands that closed his eyes with a smile on his face and said, "Who dares?" Leonardo pulled the prince against his chest and did not say a word. Sterling pouted his lips and said, "By the smell of it, some criminal has decided to kill me after entering my private home." "What?" Leonardo gasped and was quickly pulled over Sterling's right shoulder and placed on his lap face down. Sterling smacked him on his butt and said, "Nice try. You and I are the only ones that know about this place."

"Corleone... principessa? You... you're a principessa?" He muttered to himself, finally realizing the stupidity of what he had done. He had offended a real principessa for a fraud from a hollow shell of a family. "Elena! I love you!" Marco crawled over like a mad dog, trying to grab my dress, but a bodyguard kicked him away. He knelt on the ground, slamming his head against the floor, pointing a finger at the shell-shocked Sophia. "It's all this woman! It's her! She seduced me!"

she didn’t need a minute or two to answer this. She responded immediately. “It would be the book called The Little Prince.” Noah looked interested. He continued to listen. “The Little Prince, first published in 1943, is a novella and the most famous work of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, a French aristocrat, novelist, poet, and pioneering pilot. The Little Prince is a poetic tale in which a pilot lost in the desert meets a child prince visiting Earth from a tiny asteroid, with watercolor pictures by the author. The story is philosophical, with social criticism of the adult world thrown in for good measure. It was written during the era when Saint-Expiry escaped to North America following the Fall

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

The chandelier light glinted off her hair, casting a golden halo that made my throat tighten. When we returned to the living room, everyone was deep in conversation, and Anneliese was gesturing enthusiastically as she recounted, down to the last detail, one of my most embarrassing childhood stories to Pietra. “…and then the little prince decided he could climb the library shelves with a bedsheet as a cape, thinking he was Batman!” she finished, laughing loudly. Pietra was laughing too, her eyes sparkling, and even though she tried to keep a straight face, she couldn’t hide the joy of the moment.

I'm afraid I'll have to stop here Princess or else I might wet my own paper after working so hard on writing. I promise I'll be back soon Lia. Don't forget me okay? Love you. Your Little Prince, Zale Felix Cohen. " - You remember how your heart had slowly ripped inside your chest as you read every written word. You recalled the faint drops mingling with the letters written on that piece of paper. Those tears didn't come from you though. They were already there when you got the letter. They were his tears. You remember noticing the messy penmanship, grudged in a way than usual. Your heart snapped when you realize he was writing it with a trembling hand.

Jennifer leaned closer, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Sophia, you're not actually mad, are you? I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I was just casually chatting with them, and they all fell for me. That's not my fault, is it?" Lucy nodded along. "Of course it's not your fault. It just means you're charming. Not like some girl who thinks being a Principessa means every man in the world will fall at her feet." Lucy and Annie exchanged a knowing glance, smiling to each other.

ITALIAN Poca Flamma--- little flame Principessa--- Princess I got a chapter out woohoo! lol This chapter took me two full days, first the write AND then the rewrtie.... since my 3 year old decided he didnt like the last one he deleted it for me and I had to start it all over again. but here it is and I have to tell you all.... I do not really care for Mina Scopuli, she is turning out to be much more of a bitch than I anticipated hahahaha

“A mark of ownership.” ​The wind howled through the dark trees, a chilling omen of what was to come. And at that moment, Sua realized she might have just saved a prince... only to bind herself to something far more dangerous.

“See? You’re royalty, Beatrice, my princess! Speaking of which, have you ever wondered if I’m actually a prince?” I glance at him, unable to suppress a smirk. “Are you? So you keep saying—why don’t you prove it?” His mental voice shifts, becoming almost wistful. “Oh, I’m the genuine deal, darling. Charles Leopold von Edelstein, last prince of Edelstein. Had eleven brothers ahead of me, I was spoiled absolutely rotten. The Casanova of the court, flirting my way straight to my doom.” I lean back against a bookshelf, “Edelstein? Really charlie? I’ve never heard of it. Where is that?”