Bahasa Inggrisnya Pangeran Novels & Stories

the prince growled and took a step towards her. "I don't see anything you might like in her, son. She isn't even easy on the eyes, way too plain!" he remarked, his face distorting into an awful snicker. "Did she swallow her tongue? Aren't you going to say anything, dear Venera?" "I'm no one's dear, your Majesty." she retorted. "Oh, so she can at least speak English alright. I was worried she might not be fluent. After all she is a Russian scum alright." the king took a jab at her once again.

The prince did not bow as this person passed through the doors, but he raised his voice in objection as all of the other servants gave their reverance. His finger pointed accusatorily. "That man did not even announce his presence to me a foreign prince who place is exhaulted above all other than the queen herself. I demand to speak to the princess and the queen that I have been slighted. I beseech you with all the powers that my father is invested in me that I will give her whatever she wants as long as she agrees to grant me an audience. Please forward this plea to your audacious madam and the master who is inside. What is his name?"

Hindi ko maintindihan ang iyong ipina-pahiwatig' an awkward smile was plastered on Miks cat face as he questioned the arrogant cat who was clearing his throat roughly that he could even hear it even though he's very far way from Prince. 'Dahil sa pagpunta ko sa iba't ibang lugar dito sa mundo ng mga mortal, may mga maliliit akong natutunan na mga lengwaheng wala doon sa ating sariling mundo' ang tanging pagsagot na lamang ni Prince sa ibinatong tanong sa kanya ni Miks. 'Ah? Ganon ba iyon?' Prince only hummed this time as a response.

No matter how angry and harsh he was but my name was something far away from his mouth. In no moment he was standing in front of me covering all the distance between us. The yellow light coming from the lamp was falling on his face as I was looking a few inches above my height. His dark red lips under his moustache moved only to say. "How dare you to that, Huh? Why the hell you forget every time that I am a PRINCE and the Future KING of Mahabaleshgarh." (Aapki himmat kese hui ese karne ki, hn? Or aap bhool kyu jaati hai har baar ki hum Rajkumaar hai bhot jald Mahabaleshgarh ke Raja banne wale hai)

he introduced himself, “Crown Prince of Anatolia.” “Katie Arabella,” Katie shook his hand. “Aw, don’t you look so perfect together,” her aunt remarked, giddy. “I can tell that the engagement is the first step for you to hit it off!”

His fingers wrapped around my throat, tilting my head up and forcing me to look into his eyes. “You filthy creature. You're not entitled to look at me or speak to me in this manner,” he gritted out, his face impossibly closer to mine. My heart twisted painfully, and I forced myself to hold back tears. “Why? Are you a Royal?” I managed to ask. His grip tightened. He cocked his head. His gaze blazing. “Yes. I am a Royal and you will address me as Prince Damian Emilio.”

Another of them approached me, and after introducing herself to me, she continued walking away "Hello Queen Carla! My name is Tasha..." She broke into a broad grin when she saw the expression on my face after hearing her voice and realized that it was because of her. I can tell by the look on her face how thrilled she is to be able to communicate in English with another native speaker of the language. That fell in line with the expectations I had for the queen of England to make her presentation. I'm pleased to learn that she has a strong command of the English language; that's something I've always admired about her.

“That is in exchange for the macaroons that were thrown away earlier.” “You don’t have to replace those macaroons, Prince. You are not the one who throws it,“ I said. “Take that if you don’t want me to get angry at you.” He pinched both of my cheeks. “Please don’t call me Prince Emmanuel; just call me Kuya prince, okay? ENJOY!“ He let go of my cheek and walked back to his room.

His smirk widened. “Hardly,” I said, turning my attention back to the book. “I just want to be able to talk to people without relying on you or anyone else.” “Sure,principessa ” he drawled, clearly unconvinced. In a smooth tone, he spoke a phrase in Italian, his voice low and velvety, almost as if he were testing me. I paused, glancing at him suspiciously, before frantically searching the book for the translation. It took me a few moments, but I finally found it. He had said, “Principessa.” The word meant princess. I glanced up at him, cleared my throat and my focus came back to my book.

He was incredibly jittery, much like a man about to rush into a battle that had already expressed its savagery. "First off, He wishes to profess his gratitude by bestowing the title of Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege upon you, Cáel. Do you accept this down payment on the debt we owe?" I stared at him blankly. The first, second and third words finally registered = [Magyar] Hungary and Transylvania. The last one? "He has declared you Prince of your Peoples, the Ten Tribes," Iskender seemed exceptionally excited to deliver the news, so I plastered on a 'happy face'.