El Principito Rosa Novels & Stories

, an old lady says as soon as we enter the small restaurant. “Thank you Rosa”, Matteo says offering the woman a charming smile. “Is that Matteo I hear?”, a younger girl asks as she appears from the back door. “Lina, how have you been principessa?”, Matteo asks as she throws her arms around his neck. Matteo drops my hand wrapping his arms around the girl’s slim waist. She is beautiful with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. She is the definition of perfection. I take one step back allowing them to greet peacefully.

For a moment , I wasnot there , i felt like i was carried to another distance , under hypnosis I think i became , by just looking at his scar. We reached our destination...... Once we arrived, the gates were being opened for us very quickly ,soldiers came in a coordinate organisation surronding us , and baving the way across those fancy gates . soldiers bowed to him in so much respect, he got off the horse in one jump and looked at me by the side of his eyes , I saw one girl , very well dressed like a princess maybe , came running to him hugging him while he went for the older lady standing right there also well dressed but like a queen , he kissed her hands , all was looking at me while i w

My Rose has guts, I’ll give her that. “I do not shit in the woods. I’m not like Ray or Kam. Besides, you have one thing right. I wouldn’t do anything to damage my gold and gray fur.” Rina preened a bit in the rearview mirror. I looked back at Kimi and Rose from the front seat to see Kimi making a gagging motion. “Rina thinks that because she’s the only one of us with gold in her fur, she’s special. Wait until she sees Mina.” Kimi taunted.

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

"Because he didn't want the prince to be cruel and lonely anymore. He knew the princess would make him realize the importance of life." Rosie yawned and Alvaro brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. "Good night, sweetheart," he said. "But what about the rest of the story?" She asked, "I want to know what happened to the witch that turned good in the end. You never tell me that part. Does the prince forgive her?" Rosie was so curious sometimes and her father was mostly the object of her curiosity. She always asked him questions. "If I tell you. Do you promise to sleep?" He smiled down at her.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

I assumed it was just nerves. I tried to return to my seat, but I was told the chair next to the Don didn't belong to me. Just then, the doors swung open. Sophia, the principessa of the Romano family, walked in. She wasn't even on the guest list. Yet, Marco eagerly rushed over and welcomed her to the seat beside him. The soldatos below started whispering. I frowned and approached Marco. "What the hell is this?" Before Marco could speak, Sophia answered.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.