Hetalia Monaco Novels & Stories

“Master, do you have a secret identity? Like… a detective or something?” Adriana smiled, pulled a red dress from the luggage, and said, “Yes, your master is actually the princess of Monaco.” To be honest, Mona almost believed her. As night fell, the last rays of sunlight gave way to darkness. The western sky was draped in twilight while the eastern horizon glowed with moonlight. On this clear summer night, against a brilliant backdrop, New York City remained as vibrant and prosperous as in the day—bursts of fireworks illuminated the sky, celebrating countless lonely or carefree souls.

He needed to go home. When you get to Monaco, try the hiking trails along Via Alpina. Breathtaking scenery. Have fun. The thumbs-up he got in return made him smile. He was going to make sure Liam and Olivia had a trip they would never forget. Feeling better, he opened his computer and started preparing for his meeting with Emily.

“There’s a resort and casino in Monaco?” “Yes.” Atticus gave her a warm smile. “It is a frequent playground for many of the world’s richest and elite. I believe, correct me if I’m wrong, Belkin, your friend, the prince is currently staying there with his entourage.” “Yes.” Belkin made a face and looked at Cruz, “do not trust your woman around him. He is charming and apparently hung like an elephant. More men have lost their wives to his giant cock than you can count. My own mother told me she would give up her life blood for ten minutes with the man. I’m convinced he’s part vampire and hypnotic.”

I turned to the woman, who had an oddly wide grin as she looked at me. “Hi, I’m Ivy,” I said. She bowed her head slightly in a respectful manner. “You're welcome, Prince Consort.” My smile faltered at her reference to me as the “Prince Consort.” What did that even mean? "Don't worry, you can call me Ivy," I pointed out. But she quickly declined with a nod. "I'm sorry, but I can't call you that once we get to the main palace. This is Monaco, and you're betrothed to the first prince. We're not allowed to address you by your name, ma'am."

There is still a remaining truth they want to hear. "I, Hector Rossi XVII, Emperor of Monaco Nation, pledge my allegiance to the Wright family" Hector states his real name as he meets Abby and Lia's compelling eyes. "Your son heard you, Emperor Rossi. He is part of this as the future of your nation. Please hear me. Starting today, I bind you and the future of Monaco Nation as faithful allies to the Wright family. In times of trouble, you can count on our help" She graciously smiled while glancing at the figure lying on the bed with already-opened eyes.

Mona exclaimed. Mona said, looking around, but Isabella was giving her a questioning look. “How did you come here?” Isabella asked, pulling her arm. “Didn’t I say I will lure Italian and come to stay with you?” Mona said, but then she notice Angelo was there so she cleared her throat awkwardly. “Ok, so as I said in our previous conversation I met an Italian, I mean it was Angelo,” Mona whispered. Isabella looked at Angelo uncomfortably. She knew Angelo is now a big man but how Mona has described him she didn’t want to imagine it for her friend.

Monaco held the door for me. Monaco walks backwards. "Don't stare too much, it will show you're a stranger." "Alright." I hate parties. My shoulder elevated at the feeling of belonging, and I trailed behind him. When he takes a step forward, "Alpha Loworth Ryder never loses his charm with the ladies," Monaco muttered as he stepped forward. My gaze travelled around with curiosity. Oh, my God. I cover my mouth with unsteady fingers. No, no, no! He removed his hand from the lady's thigh and they locked their lips kissing, I swallowed hard as his strong hand ripped off muscles that were moving back and forth in between her legs.

she snapped and I frowned at my phone. "I saw some recent posts and my God, he’s fucking hot!" she gushed. "You know I was thinking between him and Ronan Hart did you know he has relations to an English royalty, an earl or something?” “Huh?” “See, you didn’t know" I swear she brightened, and I thought she'd been mad a second ago. "From his mother's side I think but just imagine!” Monica giggled, definitely excited. “But he seems a bit rigid and doesn’t do much social media, what’s the need of having a sexy man if you can’t show him off, let’s start with the football God, I know you two met, facilitate a meeting STAT” Monica ordered.

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

The Monticello Arrangement PART 1 Intro; Isotta Monticello is Italy’s quietly dangerous mafia princess not born to gowns and gilded halls alone, but to an empire stitched together from ports, secrets, and old debts paid in blood. She walks the world smiling, bilingual and immaculate, but beneath the silk and diamonds are the iron teeth of a woman raised to survive in a world that devours the soft.