Hetalia Monaco Novels & Stories

“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.”

"Still as suspicious as your father was. Fine. Let’s not waste time with small talk. You know about the treaty with the Lycan King?" "Everyone does," I said. "The border packs send their daughters to the royal court as... hostages. Concubines." "Exactly," Gideon said, leaning forward. "To ensure our loyalty. The King’s envoy arrives tomorrow to collect our contribution. And you, Serenity, are going to represent Moonlake Crest." The air left my lungs in one sharp gasp. I stared at him. "The treaty says the Alpha's oldest daughter goes. That's Sienna."

Dominic was standing there and the second his eyes landed on me, his jaw dropped. "Angel. You look beautiful." Dominic said in awe before stepping in and grabbing me by the waist. I smiled and pulled him down for a peck without thinking. I froze when I realised that kissing Dominic non-sexually and platonically was crossing the invisible line. Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all.

“America. Massachusetts.” Jeanette thinks for a moment and then says, “France. Marseilles.” Monica flashed her a thumbs-up and then holds up his tablet. Pointing to her eye and then the fabric, she asked, “See clothes?” “Yes!” she answers confidently, knowing that word for sure. She shows her several of the sketches she have been playing with, eyeing the screen and then Jeanette’s body.

From upstairs came the sounds of cabinet doors slamming, hangers clashing, and Salma muttering soft Russian words that, translated, were definitely not blessings. I exhaled, went back to the coffee table, and grabbed my laptop. The French Academy of Monaco’s parent portal looked like a lovechild of a Swiss bank and a luxury spa app. Elegant logo, thin fonts, pastel colors, and buttons that seemed ready to charge you a thousand euros per click. I logged in, fingers automatically typing the password. The homepage appeared, complete with photos of neatly uniformed children who looked far more civilized than Poppy. Menu: “Absences & Late Arrival.”

You vicious stallion," said Harnum spoiledly. Albern laughed out loud seeing his wife's face, which looked very funny in his eyes and very adorable. He kissed those sensual lips repeatedly, and sometimes bit them. “Okay, my Queen, don't be angry. I will resume our conversation which was postponed earlier." Harnum straightened his body. Now the position is sitting. He really wanted to take Albern's conversation seriously. “Come on, By, continue.” “I noticed that Monic also actually has more feelings for Rully. However, because of the way Rully was always rude to her, Monic felt unappreciated and unnoticed." Albern paused his words for a moment. His eyes instead focused on Harnum's chest, whic

“So she had him stay put somewhere.” “It must feel so damn good if a man like that listens to you all the time, that when you would really feel like a queen,” Belle added and Mira chuckled while Katie rolled her eyes at them, Sapphire mentally facepalm. “Wait, What? You guys are going to Monaco?” Alyssa asked Sapphire with wide eyes. “Why haven't we heard of this, were you going to go secretly?” Alicia asked. “Don't bother yourself about it. Alexander just informed me, "I am as shocked as you guys are,” she told them with a wave of hand and they nodded.

"Thank you, Domenica." … Villa Dominica, Monaco, Italy. Under the dreamy starry night sky of Monaco, Emma wore a pale blue calf-length gown, her hair flowing down her back and blowing in the wind. With her pink lips and white skin, even in the dark, her gentle movements made her look like a fairy descending to earth.

Monica followed his gaze and then turned to look at him "You are mine Leo...tell that slut upstairs that we just fought for a while and that you'll come back to me once you're bored with her, "Monica remarked as her lips quivered upwards into a mocking smirk. Her hand reached for his chest and traced her index finger from his chest going down when Leo shoved it away

I'll be waiting for you] With that, Nero perked up his ears with his body fat jiggling. He smiled from ear to ear. The voice that Monami used held much anticipation and Nero did not fail to hear it from her tone. When he looked back, Monami was already being carried away by Prince Niccoli back to their room. He stayed for a while as he watched their departing figure. Even though his date with Monami was so brief, it was enough to fill Nero's heart to the brim of happiness. He was humming in merriment as he walks straight back to their room. He was obviously in a good mood cause he even has the energy to wave at Audrey when he saw her brushing her hair in the front of the vanity mirror.