Novel & Cerita Bahasa Inggrisnya Pangeran

sexy? "Right, Mi Hijo. Ah yes... Mah-dreh wants you to use English when communicating with her. This girl is from England, and she cannot speak our language." The man's forehead furrowed deeply. “Why did Mah-dreh have to look all the way to England for a maid?"

I wanted to talk to him about it, yet pushing the topic wouldn't progress anything. I decided to say, "I was looking for a bakery, but since I ran into you, I was wondering if you could perhaps direct me to one and loan me some money." He arched a dark brow, and I immediately added, "I know it's wrong of me to demand a royal to give me money; however, I only have British currency, and I'd really like to buy my family some treats." Now, I wanted to slap myself for babbling. I sounded like an idiot in front of this handsome prince and was only humiliating myself.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

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.

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

“This is very bad form, Prince Aolis. You don’t just leave your bride at the alter because a practically naked woman comes running in.” The room goes dark around us and I grab the front of his shirt. “Speak of my mate like that again, Lord Elas, and you will see why I’m called Aolis Stormbringer.” I hold his gaze for a moment, letting the fire of my words shine in my eyes. “And if you think so little of me that I would leave your daughter just because a random woman came running into the wedding, then you don’t know me at all.” I watch as he gets control over his emotions. “My apologies, Prince Aolis. This is all very shocking.”

He is the only one who is happy with what is happening. "Why are you giving me that look? Are you not satisfied enough? I gave you the freedom to enjoy your youth for the past years. It's time that you face your responsibilities as the future king of Italy, Prince Frencillio." He almost sounds like a villain father to me. "I am not this country's prince!" I spat rudely while glaring at him. He smiled and patted my shoulder. "Not yet, yes. But soon enough, you will be crowned as the prince and then the king of this country.”

He would have to apologise when the time was right. Mark came storming back in a minute later with an excited expression on his face. “Do you know the Prince of Albion?” he asked eagerly. “I think he arranged everything so he could meet you here. There’s been scary men holding back all the customers for the past hour.” Edward took a moment to switch languages smoothly. He hadn’t spoken his native language for a long time and Swiss German was very different. “I know him a little,” he said. “Are things back to normal now?”

Something deeper. The prince walked forward first and sat calmly on the throne to the left side. Immediately, the guards near the stairs crossed their weapons in front of us to stop us from moving further. I looked at them carefully and nearly froze again. Their eyes were gold. Every single one of them. Which means they were Lycans. So in this place, Lycans are guards? The fuck? The prince said something to his father in a language I had never heard before. It sounded smooth and sharp at the same time. The older man answered calmly. Then the prince added something else before suddenly saying, “They speak English.” Like he was translating us.

Princess Scarlette shushes her brothers as the doors begin to open. “Prince Maxwell, the crown prince of England!” The announcer spoke as Prince Maxwell walked down the staircase with a wave to the esteemed guest. “Prince Caspian, the prince of Wales!” Prince Caspian made his way to the people with a flashy smile as cameras started to capture his angles. “Prince Benedict, Duke of Cambridge!” Prince Benedict struts down the stairs with a serious demeanour and with his head held up high. “Ugh. Why do they always have to be so flashy,” Princess Scarlette rolls her eyes before getting called once again.