Hetalia Monaco Novels & Stories

The lady was extremely polite, her demeanor graceful as she exuded an air of nobility. Nicole had quite an impression of the name Mohr and asked. "You're from Deinsland?" Mona could not help but glance at Nicole as she said with a smile, "Yes. How did you know?" Nicole responded slowly with an icy look. "The largest car manufacturer in Mercadia, the name Mohr, that only naturally means you're from the royal house of Deinsland, House Montferrat." Mona did not expect Nicole to know the identity of their house and her gaze sharpened somewhat. "Not many know the house we belong to. May I get your name?"

A way of keeping girls in line with the threat of being used sexually? “I’m sorry.” Domenico removed his gun and stuffed it back in his waistband before standing. “Get him cleaned up and back to Jax.” “Be grateful la Bestia granted you mercy,” Marco said to the slug. My brow scrunched at the name—the Beast. It was fitting. Once again, the slug’s eyes widened and snapped to Domenico. He immediately turned onto his knees, bowing in front of Domenico, arms outstretched on the floor, his head down.

Seconds later I heard her snoring softly, she must have been tired from all this ruckus. ***** The three of us were walking to the direction of the mall's main entrance trying to regroup with the others. "You must be Alpha Gabriel, which pack do you lead". Even starting up a casual conversation his voice is wrapped up with power. "The Blood Stone Pack Your Majesty". He turned to me with a shocked expression. "You must be mated to Monica then. She and I are friends". If she and Monica are friends then surely he has the right to know. "Your Majesty. Listen, I - about Monica- , she is-"

The moment I almost let him fall. I woke with a gasp. Jeff’s hand was on my back, steadying. “Easy.” The hold was darker now. Colder. I turned my face into his shoulder. “We can’t let him win.” His fingers tangled in my hair. “We won’t.” Outside, the sea roared. Somewhere beyond it, Julian was running. But so were we. Monaco—three days later The Mediterranean sun burned white against the yacht-lined harbor. I adjusted my sunglasses, watching the Monte Carlo Grand Hotel through the reflection of a boutique window.

And that will be going to be him at the end. "We will never betray you, Godfather!" Everyone cried as they stood and bowed in chorus. Liam almost rolled his eyes in annoyance, heedful to these vicious ingrate men. ———————————— "You think this is still the doings of Monaco?" "Still unfound, I'm sure it's not. From our previous encounter with them, it's obvious that this is not their style, but I'm certain these are still the game of Zenith."

“And it’s already begun.” Amaro looked at her. “Are you ready for this?” Lucia took his hand. “Only if you’re with me.” He kissed her. “Always.” — But far away, in a prison cell in Naples, Alessandro Moretti received a visitor. The guard opened the door. A man stepped in—tall, composed, eyes like ice. Il Monaco. Alessandro smirked. “Come to gloat?” Il Monaco sat. “Come to offer you a choice.”

The city stretched endlessly in every direction. "You know what's strange?" Sienna asked quietly. "What?" "I thought I'd be desperate to get back to Monaco." Luca looked thoughtful. "Me too." She glanced toward him. "Really?" "Monaco feels like work lately." The honesty surprised her. Luca leaned his forearms against the railing and looked out across the water. "In Monaco I'm always something." "What does that mean?" His smile held very little humour. "Someone's son. Someone's business partner. Someone's investment."

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

"What are you trying to say?" "Do you want me to spell it out for you? I rather doubt the rumors of your astounding intelligence." Tori threw off the same statement that he used towards her the other day at his office. His face creased with disdain. Not minding the obvious contempt from the crown prince, Tori continued. "Well then, the Kingdom of Monakre is a port country, they hold the biggest shipping companies and the largest port city that connected the empire to the commercial country, Ming country. The friendship between the previous kings of the two countries which is passed down to the two of you made the two countries as invincible as the Eckrett Empire. However, the obvious friends

I gasped after he'd pulled me into a changing room at a boutique, his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans while his fingers worked between my legs. "You love it," he replied, not wrong. The afternoon sun glinted off the Mediterranean as our car wound down the narrow coastal road toward Monaco's harbor. Alexander sat beside me, one hand casually resting on my thigh, his thumb tracing absent circles that made concentration difficult. "Almost there," he said, glancing out the window at the sprawl of luxury yachts below. "Stefano's boat should be the one with the blue hull." "Stefano?" "An old friend. He throws these parties whenever he's in port. Good networking, excellent food, and generally