Hetalia Monaco Novels & Stories

Monroe, a royal financial advisor asked, "I know that, I wanted them to learn other things about their positions. I don't need to train them with regards to loyalty because I already know where their loyalty lies. I have already tested that for years. That's why I made the decision," King Marco answered. Monroe looked at Ronaldo asking for a follow-up. "Don't you want them to become beta and gamma? the king asked, suspiciously. "No, not at all, his highness. I just thought that it was too soon."

“You know what I’m capable of, Lorenzo. And we don’t want a repeat of what happened in Monaco, now, do we?” Monaco. What happened in Monaco? Lorenzo chuckles, his laugh sadistic. “I’m not fucking scared of you, Dominique. You may intimidate everyone, but you don’t fucking scare me. You and I know you don’t deserve her, why don’t you let someone else touch her the way she’s expected to be touched?” Lorenzo says, his smirk arrogant. The nerve of this dick. “And she knows I can fucking do things to her you can never do,” Lorenzo finishes, smirking at Dominique.

“That's right. Disobedience gets you punished severely. But obedience? Tsk! Obedience gets you a whole lot.” “Like?” He beckoned to her with his hand. Shyly, she rose to her feet, and crossed over to him. He tapped on his lap, and she gently sat on it. “Have you ever been to Monaco?” He whispered, leaning in, whilst his hand wrapped around her waist. “I've only ever been to Los Angeles and here.” “Would you like to go to Monaco to shop?” “Really?” her eyes brightened as she stared into his very sincere looking ones.

*** Caelen POV Monaco was exactly as I remembered it and nothing like I remembered it. The harbor, the hills, the way the buildings stacked themselves up against the sky like they were competing for space. The circuit barriers are going up in the streets below the hotel, transforming a city into a track the way only Monaco could, making the whole place feel like it was holding its breath for something. The first time I came here, I cried in the car and thought I was hiding it. The first time I came here, we were still pretending. We weren't pretending anything now.

The sounds grew louder as got closer. My mouth fell open in surprise the moment I got to Monna’s door. I couldn’t believe my eyes, two wolfs fighting and tearing at each other. One was brown, the other little one was white. “ That's my mate,” Leon said “What? then why is she in a fight?” “I don’t know but I do know she’s doing well here” True to what Leon said, Monna was really doing well, she was really handling the other wolf… wait, what? Is that Reina? Why the fuck is she fighting with my mate.

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”

Dominique keeps her gaze fixed on mine, her face serious. “The way you say it, it sounds like I've set a date for you to go. But you don't understand, Kiki. You're not going.” “Why?” “Because you're staying. If you want to start again and whatever, Monaco is the best place for it.” “What if I want an apartment in Paris? What's the problem?” “ If you want an apartment so badly, I'll give you one in Monaco. You can watch the GP from your balcony.” “I don't want one, thank you. That's not the point.”

Her mum asked She scoffed, “pls mum loves overrated. They both laughed “That reminds me, you still remember that you boys gotta go, for that meeting tommorow right?” Elia said “Yeah, we remember,” Dante said “Good, cause only three of you are going.” “What? Why?” Raffaele asked “I need the other three to go handle some business over at Monaco.” “I don’t mind going,” Nico said “I love monaco” Leo quipped. “I’m in,” Adrian added. Each raising their hands. Enzo turned to them, “Shit heads,” but they just laughed.

"And because it would help the public narrative." There it is. There's always a reason. "I have assignments," I say. "I'm sure you can sort that out." Monaco?. Four days with Damien Hartwell in a country where everything is beautiful and the Mediterranean sits at the foot of everything and nobody knows me or my family name or what the headlines said last week. "Fine," I say. "I'll come." "Good," He says and leaves the kitchen I call Elena right away "Monaco," She says for the third time.

“It is a purebred Arabic, her name is Scarlett. She is a female.” “Oh,” Daniel was amazed by the horse's majestic beauty. “I honestly prefer males, but a female is not bad either.” He smirked, looking at Andry who seemed to get the message. “Do you need some help?” Daniel nodded and Andry offered his hand to him. He held him until he got on Scarlett but the older didn't let go of his hand. “Your Majesty?” “Please ride with me, will you?” Daniel asked gently. “With pleasure,” Andry bowed. “I will bring my horse.” He said before returning with a beautiful white Andalusian horse.