Hetalia Monaco Novels & Stories

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.

"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?"

Before she would've held his hand, Aana tightened her grip on Aaron's arms possessively. "I can't believe you, Aaron. You rejected my proposal of marriage for a cheater," Monika mumbled, feeling like her voice was getting choked as she was trying her best not to cry. Aaron's wolf, Rex, took control of him and growled at Monika, making her shiver. "One more abusive word for my mate than your head and my mouth", Rex warned Monika, using his aura. She kneels in front of him in submission, unable to stand on her legs because of his aura. He is Alpha king for a reason...

“Wait—you’re going to him?” Leo downed his whiskey in one smooth motion, setting the glass down with a sharp click. “If we want him to fall into the trap completely, we don’t wait for him to make the next move.” Isabella smiled. “We make it for him.” Monte Carlo, Monaco – The Final Stage Begins The next evening, Le Mirage’s VIP section was buzzing with Monaco’s elite. Expensive suits, glittering diamonds, and the scent of power filled the air. Adrien Moreau sat in the center of it all, dressed in a navy-blue silk suit, his signature smirk firmly in place as he drank to his own success.

"You're my favorite person in Formula 1." "I know," he says. "I've known for a while. I was waiting for you to catch up." He leans over and kisses my cheek. Unhurried, warm, the easy affection of someone who has decided you're family and is acting accordingly. Then he pulls back and points at me. "That one's for Monaco. Completing the circle." He stands up, straightening his Alpine jacket. "Don't tell Duane. Let him find out from Henri." "Henri won't—"

“Deep water. Minimal customs friction. Excellent logistics. I don’t need ownership. I need access and you’ve not being doing your job.” “You’re not getting it,” Maurice snapped. “Leonardo D’Angelo shut that door himself.” Frisk turned. That was when Maurice felt it—the shift. The room seemed smaller and cold. “You misunderstand,” Frisk said softly. “I don’t ask twice.” Maurice stiffened. “This is Monaco. You can’t operate here the way you do elsewhere.” Frisk chuckled. “Monaco is precisely why I can.” He stepped closer. “You owe me, Maurice.” Maurice’s jaw tightened. “I paid my debts.”

"He has a perverted brain!" "Mr. Dominik is a handsome, wealthy Caucasian, it's normal for his brain to be perverted when Rico is so inappropriate," said Monica, who immediately received a sharp glare from her best friend's dark irises. Monica immediately pursed her lips as she forced a smile at her best friend; she was wrong to have offended the jerk.

I gave him a look, destroying the moment. “What exactly does it mean?” I asked him not knowing what the hell he had just said in french. “And thou little spirits will be sent from the Eden above to protect the protector of Magna” He translated the line for me. “And it is from?” I queried further. “Les légendes de la Grande Magna” He answered me. “And what exactly does that mean?” I sassed, repeating my question. “The Legends of the Great Magna” He replied patiently. “Une chose que je n'aime pas dans ce royaume est qu'il contient trop de français, (One thing I don't like about this realm is that it has too much of french)” We all started walking towards the apartment complex.