Machiavelli The Prince Kindle Novels & Stories

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

The drug slowly and slowly calming my senses making me realise that the war will not be easy but I can't give up on this so easily. Niccolo Machiavelli quoted, "if an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared."

And that was because a person's life was more important than finding the radius of a circle. The teacher talked about the levels of demons. Low-level demons which were common yet mildly dangerous. Mid-level demons were more uncommon but in multitudes like criminals, they are highly dangerous and most likely require a demon hunter to kill them. Then high-level demons, when one is seen the city must be immediately evacuated. They require multiple demon hunters to kill them. Finally special ranked, are rare but when sighted, not even a nuke can stop them. "Ma'am, what are the princes of hell? I saw it on news." A boy asked

They are grumpy and their faces never reveals any sign of morale. Gianni returns to his quarters. As he slowly opens the door, he stumbles upon Prince Julien, who is reading a book. He is waiting for his return. The book’s title is The Art of War, Gianni catches a glimpse of it before the prince can hide it when he notices Gianni returning. “Your Highness,” Gianni bows down, “to what do I owe the visit?” “Cur the formalities,” Prince Julien gets closer to Gianni. He suddenly places his arms around him, locking him tightly. “I’m glad you are safe.”

“I do not know the real reason for your…persistence when it comes to my niece. But if you are after her money, I wouldn’t be surprised. After all, many men, both great and small, have tried to take over her empire using cheap affection in the past. You’re not the first. And you sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.” I let a ghost of a smile sweep over my lips. Then I straighten the already perfect cuffs of my sleeves and straighten my spine. “Mr. Machiavelli, do you have any idea how much I am worth? How much I’m really worth… not the nonsense on G****e.” “That is of no conquence…” I lift a hand and he falls silent, my voice cutting through the air like a blade.

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.

"Your Highness, everyone has their hardships. Even you cannot go through life without facing adversity. Under such circumstances, I'm afraid even you would lie." The prince smiled, Marcus's few words making him more certain that Mr. Marcus was no ordinary person. Mr. Marcus, too, became more certain that this prince was not to be trifled with. Appearing gentle but keenly sharp, appearing kind but extremely ruthless, such a man was not easy to deal with. Mr. Marcus pondered in secret, how to escape this predicament? It was nothing but another negotiation. "What's your name?" the prince asked in a low voice, his gaze still calm and gentle, his demeanor noble, with a hint of an emperor's aura,

It occurred to me how tense she would be to think that her lover could have something to do with my death, and what it would cost her if she had to decide which side to be. The prince of wrath looked at us under his shoulder, when he was already heading inward. Without really looking into our eyes, he said: "Don't expect to find dances and fornication in my territory. There are no falsehoods around here. Only the mäl and human souls ready to be enslaved for the rest of the time "and, without further ado, began to move forward

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself. "Excuse me." he smugly said as we both held the honey bottle "I think you will find its ladies first." I quipped. "I think you will find its Prince Alpha first." he responded as I raised an eyebrow. "Wow exactly I thought a Royal would have impeccable manners and etiquette." I smiled. "Fine." he relented letting the bottle go as I placed it down on the table. "Nah I changed my mind." I smirked taking my yougart covered spoon and licking it deliberately allowing my tongue swirl seductively over it.