El Principito Rosa Novels & Stories

“Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.” Miriam gasped, not only at the treachery but because of the notion that she herself had been deemed to be worth so little. She didn’t blame Ketil for that; his offer had been a generous one. “We’ll pass.” Daphne looked astounded, until the self-appointed leader of the two villains added, “I’m more interested in your body, yellow hair, and once we’re ashore I can guarantee you a good time.” The oarsman suddenly let fly with his pole, the flat blade of which caught Sassa unawares, and she dropped like a stone, t

Rosette knew at once this was the daughter she had sent away all those years ago. The young woman looked at the Queen and felt a connection, she ignored the feeling and stepped back, “ and this is our youngest, Princess Tristana Rosette.” A child no more than five years of age stepped forward, bowed and handed the Queen a bouquet of flowers. “ Thank you, little princess.” Rosette smiled. The family sat and talked a while. Maximo took Rosette's hand and they walked around the field.” It does my heart good to see you, brother.” Rosette said. “ Me as well. Have I done you proud?” he asked. “ What do you mean?” she questioned. “ With my eldest daughter?” he questioned. “ You have raised her well

[Kaden] "Rose!" I called her as I see her walking out, She didn't seem to hear and I forwn calling her again, louder and suddenly my phone rang I look down texting the guy back and asking him to call me back. "Rose" , She looked at me, but she somehow had this weird frown over her face, She seem tired. But we had to take her with us. I wasn't sure who exactly Aiden's men were after. But I couldn't risk him putting his hands on her.

With bad intentions, Princess Rosalia took the scarf and intended to hide it somewhere or ruin it. "Here it is, the scarf she will present to Prince Nathan. I understand, how about I send this gift to Prince Nathan? hum ... well, if I can't get Prince Keith, then I will get Prince Nathan. Isn't that right? thank you, Sofia. Your scarf is really good, I'll replace you to send it to my beloved Prince!" ***

“ Now you look perfect , my princess “ he said The previous year’s prom Queen , turned around and retrieved a bouquet of roses from the table before handing it to Jacob . I already knew that it was tradition for the prom King to give red roses to his Queen but I was still awestruck with how beautiful these red roses looked . Each red rose was flecked with diamond dust as it shimmered under the dew drops that were hanging on their dark red petals . And in the centre of them , was an exquisitely carved pink crystal rose .

He just didn't want to keep her in the dark, but the time wasn't right yet. He nodded and returned to his room. Early the next morning, the princess woke up early and went to the rose garden to pick a few pink roses for her room. Halen also woke up hungry and decided to go to the dining room for breakfast. Passing through the hall, he saw the princess holding a bouquet of pink roses and was transfixed. Human art could never capture the princess's beauty as perfectly as it was. The ethereal figure standing amidst the rose garden last night had once again appeared before Halen's eyes. Knowing she belonged to the Crown Prince didn't stop him from being captivated by her.

Me: Hey Princess. Rori: what do you want Ben? Me: Truce? Rori: Truce. Me: yea come on please Princess. How about a late night ice cream run as an apology? Rori: Fine meet me in twenty by our tree. Me: see you there Princess. Rori: don't be late Cuddly Bear.

He has light chocolate skin and bright green eyes, dressed in a toga-like robe, "I am Markus." He raises a hand to touch the royal woman beside him. "This is Gizelda, and next to her are Cyrus, Odysseus and Ferrars." Gizelda has olive skin and black hair, while Cyrus is unusually tall with pale skin and silver hair. Ulysses is slightly tanned with a long black ponytail, which contrasts with Ferrars' light hair and skin. "Hello," I reply, not sure what to do. The small guard nudges me, and as I turn to look at him, he gestures with his hands. I mirror the gesture, which I realize is the one Markus made to me as I entered.

“I remember you saying something like that when we were young.” He nodded, focusing on the rose bush in front of us. “My father really wanted me to be the first to ask for your hand in marriage, but I thought it might be weird since you and I were childhood friends. He pushed me, only relenting when I told him I was visiting every kingdom before I made a decision. I even visited some of the less known kingdoms. That was until I learned of your rejection list. The other three kingdoms were all very disappointed to be denied the Princess of Oceane. You’re like a golden ticket now. I hear rumors that some of the lesser kingdoms were going to send in requests. Princess Kiara, the woman who does

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.