Hetalia Monaco Novels & Stories

Andra and Monet looked a bit alike, they both have blonde hair and they were both 5'3. Seeing that she normally wears Mona's old cloth and the secret of the Gamma having an illegitimate daughter a secret, it was only normal for Alpha Cedric to mistake Andra for Mona. "Yes, Alpha." Monet uttered, his jaw clenched. "Why would the King's men break into my pack and take my subject's only daughter?" Alpha Cedric growled. "Is he truly your subject?" One of the lycans that already turned to his human form asked. "Your Gamma will not be loyal to you after we take his daughter. It is either his daughter or blood shed."

Monet, too, closed the door and sat down: "Have you just gone to see William? How do you feel? He still..." Mohan smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, he is more mature and has an aura than before. I like him very much." Monet nodded approvingly: "That is, after all, he is now an absolute monarch. How can he do without an aura? Just when I greeted him, I was inexplicably afraid when he looked at me." Monet said, and his eyebrows gradually closed: "However, he has a fiancee." Mo Han disdained to retort: "It must be the cat and dog who angered me, not the real fiancee! Didn't I just ask you to check the identity of that woman? How did it go?"

Finally, he glanced away from them and back to the paper, "I won't return that darn duchy. Kill me if you must!" Monica sighed. She'd feared he'd say that eventually, and luckily, she had just the solution. "That won't be a problem," she smiled at him, "I planned for this." In medieval England, there were some things worth even more than life, King or slave. As Louis watched her in confusion and hidden fear, he wondered what this hussy was up to now. Monica Maitland walked walked round the big office aimlessly, drawing out her sword just as she reached what she was searching for. Her friends also had their eyes on her, knowing fully well she was the definition of trouble.

The words blurred together. Until page seven. He stopped. Read it again. Then looked up sharply. "What the fuck is this?" Everyone's attention snapped to him. Lorenzo leaned forward slightly. "What?" Kyrian stabbed his finger at the page. "Section twelve. Subsection C." Dante cleared his throat. "That's the—" "I can read." Kyrian's voice was ice. "It says I need written permission to leave Monaco. Written permission from him." Silence. "That's standard—" Vincenzo started.

He speaks English, the Greek god speak English. “I'm really sorry, but I was not checking you out in anyway” I quickly composed myself and internally hit my head on an invisible wall so I’ll die to avoid this embarrassment. “It's written all over your face” I just embarrassed myself. “Im Michael and you are?” He stretched his hand out for a handshake and I quickly took it “I'm Vanessa” I replied “I know you're Vanessa Decruz, fiancee of the great one and only Arab prince, Richard Amaan”

Arrogantly standing at the periphery of the safe zone, the Exalt Stage twin headed beast could be seen blasting one fire ball after another at a figure in the sky. The carapace covered Alyssa soon sighed with relief as Noah arrived. She only had the job of leading the beast to the border, but that was insanely hard as the beast in question was at the Exalt Stage! 'Enjoy this present of mine!' Noah smirked as he fished out the last egg in his hand and threw it at the Twin headed beast. With the flying egg, flew a simple Cannon Fist that splattered the egg's content on the beast's face. With a bit of intellect naturally came some pride. And that pride made the beast burn hot with embarrassment

"Fine then let's reject Monika" .

"You gave us such short notice to do this royal wedding, I don't know how we will get everything done in time," Master Monet said as he looked up to The King, sewing together his royal garment as he stood on a wooden stool. He watched as Killian looked down and raised an eyebrow. "But you have hired the best in the business, Master Emiliano Monet and Mistress Bernadette Romano will get anything done. You know we are Italian and French, we are the best of both worlds," He laughed.

he said. " I didn't know I'd come here, oh, this is my friend and date, Monique," I said. Monique was still in shock, gaping at the alpha king. I nudged her and she bowed twice, totally ungracefully so. I've never seen her this awkward and embarrassed at the same time. I will tease her about it later. " Your Highness, It's an honor, a true honor to even stand next to you, should I move back?"

“Alright. But if I do, you’re not allowed to fall asleep on me.” “I’m literally lying naked with you. Do I look like I’m gonna fall asleep?” His laugh was real this time. He shifted slightly, pulling me tighter into his side, his hand resting over the curve of my waist like it belonged there.” “Monaco was a bitch,” he started, eyes flicking toward the ceiling like he was rewinding the memory. “Track was slicker than it looked. Everyone thinks Monaco’s about the glitz, the champagne, the stupid yacht parties. But the race itself?” He exhaled, eyes darkening just a touch. “It’s survival.”