Bahasa Inggrisnya Pangeran Novels & Stories

(My name is Mia, your Highness). “È un onore conoscerti Mia. Lei Parla inglese?” (It's an honour meeting you Mia. Do you speak English?) “Yes, Your Highness. I do.” “Ok, Mia. Please call me Emanuele.” “Sure Your Highness," Mia drops her head lower to the ground. People are watching with amusement. Emanuele uses his index finger to insinuate that the young lady is crazy, by moving it in a circular motion at the side of his head.

“Although, he said he planned to stay in Spain until and I quote; “he was sure the project could run smoothly without him.” “Asshat,” Adrian rasps, his words entwined in his Spanish accent. I arch an eyebrow. “That’s not very Princely.” Adrian’s smile is wicked when he lifts me from the dresser and he lifts me from my sitting position on the dresser. We land on the bed in a soft thud and his lips graze my ears like an unfinished caress. “Prince is just my title Princessa, I’m many things but that.” “Oh really?” I giggle.

"Yeh yeh I know what a demigod is." "You are annoyed." He bluntly stated. "You can tell?” I said sarcastically. “Why are you talking like you're from a different era or something? This is Trinidad. You're not visiting the queen of England." Oops me and my tempered mouth. I hope I didn't offend him, my irritation got the better of me. But he just chuckled "It is, however, I am speaking our native tongues . Speaking of natives, from now on you are to be addressed by all natives and equals as ' Your Royal Highness, Princess Malia Amari Valentina '" I snorted, "Princess? You don't expect me to ride a unicorn do you? I've had enough of this bullshit." I got up and gave him an exaggerated curtsy a

Son of a bitch. I didn't have the slightest idea what was stopping me from landing a slap on his face. Afterall, it wouldn't be the first time I'd done it. "Don't get so angry at me, Monique. I'm only here to tell you that the prince of Wales has organized a ball for the betterment of the United Kingdom, and we have to be there." Saying that, he exited. God. If life could get any worse. At least I was getting out of this room, and this building.

— I ask, and I hope I pronounced it correctly. The man starts to respond in his language, but stops. His eyes, even the one that no longer exists, narrow. — Daur sheeir bortru — he replies, and waits. I grimace. I didn't understand anything. I know you didn't say you were fine or bad. Reeina taught me these and it sounds nothing like what she just told me. The Prince narrows his eyes. I think you're making fun of me because I didn't understand what you said.

“Maria or Teresa, whatever we’re calling the liar today. And look, little Mia is here to join the show. How cozy.” I froze. “Jax? What is this? You were... you were just a….” “Since we are all finally being our real selves, let me reintroduce myself,” Jax said, leaning forward, his voice dropping into a princely, melodic drawl. “I am Jaxithian. Crown Prince of the House of Valois, though, let me be modest for the sake of our American friends. You can still call me Jax, though. It’s much shorter than Your Royal Highness.”

He just stood there under the moonlight like he was some haughty prince. “She isn't a rogue yet, so you should answer why you are on the Neon pack grounds?” The young man added. He had a really weird accent, like he was just trying out English. He cocked his head to the side and the moonlight revealed his face. He was so hot! His lips and chiseled face were appealing, a real prince charming! “How did you get here! What happened to my men?” The middle-aged man stared at the young man. “Those weak things? They are all dead.” The prince charming said coldly.

So now he's getting upset because I got lost in his team and now he has to deal with someone like me who lacks knowledge about the search. He's still holding my arm before he turned around again. I thought he would finally release me but I was surprised when the Prince dragged me further to the truck. What the heck? "E--excuse me?" I asked with all the courage in me. My heart is beating loud and fast, I don't think I'm deserving of this conversation. "What?" He asked, annoyance now filling his voice. I gulped. Why can't I speak before the prince? I lose my pride when I face him, I can't even call him by his name. I feel unworthy to call him Zavan. And why is he angry?

"And now, on behalf of the polo association and the 37th annual charity ball of Rome, we would like to introduce his royal highness, Prince Friederike Pilsen-Chamberlain, the crown prince of Wales and future King of England." The crowd roared and clapped. "I'll just be a sec, darling." He smiled and said to Pearl, leaving her side for only the second time that evening.

Penn frowned at her words, apparently it seems like her brain was always going to be detached from her mouth any time the boy in front of her talks to her. The Prince looked at Penn with surprise. Penn will never seize to amaze him, normally he would have said something just to annoy him and see the flash of anger in his eyes but not now. “You do know I am a prince right? The crown prince.” “And please sound close to Prince so you can try to use the other word sometimes.” Penn replied as the prince shook his head.