El Principito Rosa Novels & Stories

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.

Because Prince Carl was a hybrid. "Did you notice one thing how that king looked at our Elsa? It was as if he had come here to see and talk to Elsa. And I was getting a different feeling from him which is not very good," said Rose, biting her nails and thinking about the casualties. Then something came to her mind and she turned around to ask but Elsa was not standing there. She had gone to her room a long time ago. *******

Her thick hoarse voice made the princess's eyes widen in horror. She wasn't a statue, she was fucking real. "You won't be able to walk when you wake up tomorrow." Rose boasted. The princess almost choked on nothing. She could swear her walls tightened at the sound of her hoarse voice. Rose reached out and rubbed her soft red cheeks. "So you will sleep with me then?" Princess Sasha's eyes shone in expectation. Having sex with a royal was a privilege and seemed like an achievement to Rose. The price tag wasn't bad anyways, it was worth the task.

Lady Vita blinks, “Where are your parents?” A flash of something flashes on the little girl’s eyes, but it was too quick that even Lady Vita couldn’t tell what it just was. With a voice stronger than what she used a moment ago, the little girl puffs her chest, staring at Lady Vita straight in the eyes. “Did you not hear me? I have Alpha blood. Make me a Royal Consort!”

* At the castle… Prince Sebastian walked into Princess Blanche’s chamber with flowers in his hands then looked around and saw that there were flowers from many others too. He walked up to her bed and saw that she was as pale as death and asked, “Are you awake?” Blanche slowly opened her eyes and there was nothing but black before her. Sebastian looked at her as he sat down on the bed and asked, “What are you looking at?” She sighed and said, “I can no longer see what is before me.” Sebastian smiled and said, “Well that is to be expected.” She frowned hearing his words and asked, “What do you mean?”

She faintly says, but hoping Alphonso could hear her apology. Suddenly the Prince makes a loud sound of a sigh to tell, "Don't say sorry. You love roses, after all." Right after, "Rose suits you, Lady Genesis," He comments as his eyes never look at her. "Really? His Highness think so?" Genesis cluelessly voices as she keeps her eyes lock on him. "Yes, you are like a rose, a delicate-looking lady who is capable of throwing spiking words." The Prince informs her, making her frown in confusion.

First, Julien had to show up with her most coveted flowers and Prince Charming over here shows up with red roses. She hated red roses. His eyes move to where her gaze is fixated on and his lips stretch into a wide smile, “Ahh, I see you noticed the flowers, I thought I was conspicuous?” Elsida forces a smile to her face as he hands them over to her, “Nah, conspicuous is not your thing. Thank you for the flowers, they’re…” she trails off. “I’m shattered you don’t like them Princesa. What are your favorite flowers? How can I make it up?

"Rosalina." "Rosalina," He drawled my name, rolling 'r'. This was how one would pronounce my name in Italian. "You are the personification of a red rose, my Rosalina." As much as I wanted to resist, his corny pick-up line elicited a chuckle from me, giving me a slight boost of confidence. "I must admit, I've never been described in that way before." Andrae leaned in closer, the scent of expensive cologne filling my nose. "Well, they haven't met a rose as beautiful as you before," he said, bringing out his hand to touch my golden earrings.

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.”

He trembled so violently, you could hear his teeth chattering. Red-eyed, he looked from person to person, and finally, back at my body. "No," he murmured. "No… it can't be. That can't be Wendy." He collapsed to his knees, the weight of it all knocking the air from his chest. Adeline Murphy stared down at him, expression cold, yet her eyes full of pain. "No," she said. "She's not Wendy. She's Rose." Mickey froze. The name hit like thunder splitting the sky.