Hetalia Monaco Novels & Stories

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.

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.

My Alessia. "Monaco..." My voice shook, my fingers trembling with excitement. "She's in Monaco..." I shot to my feet, a sick, manic joy on my face. "Cancel everything! Get the jet ready! We're flying to Monaco! Now! Right now!"

“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.”

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.

I said to him while giving Jessica a side eye, she had her hands on her waist and her eyes trained on me still. “I said could you just chill the fuck out and let me explain.” He sounded a bit pissed which changed his tone. I decided to listen attentively. “Monaco not as the country because why the fuck will I take her bum ass to Monaco—” “She is a child and you are an adult, Killian. Do better.” I scolded him. “Whatever. Monaco is a place located far at the outskirts of the Capital District, it is an infamous place so I actually expected you to know where that is—”

I pulled my hand back fast. He didn't flinch, but his eyes narrowed as he looked at my hand, then at his own. He knew it too. The mate bond was there, lurking under the surface, waiting to drag us both under. But neither of us said a word about it. We couldn't afford to. "Come," he said, folding the paper and locking it back in the drawer. "Let's show the castle their new future Queen." The hallway outside his study was colder than the room. The yellow-eyed envoy, whose name was Lord Donald, was waiting there. When the door opened, he bowed so low his nose almost touched his knees.

Seriously, if Mason doesn't lock that down, then I might just have to. "I popped her cherry." That voice. The one that has my dick standing to attention. The one I can't seem to shake from my consciousness. I look into the jade green eyes of the raven-haired beauty that is Ava. What the hell is she doing here? Shaking my head. Is she an apparition? What the hell is in these drinks? Strange shit is happening. "I love Monaco." Nora declares. "What happens in Monaco stays in Monaco." Shh. She places a finger to her lips and I love drunk Nora.