Mi Precioso Novels & Stories

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

His name is enough. "Yes, of course please come this way..." His smile disappeared and his face filled with discomfort. "Mr. Marino is waiting for you... I'll drop you there..." He said while entering the elevator. Bella looked around the high class Seven star hotel. People roaming around in expensive clothes and drenched in arrogance. "Ohh! Limited edition... How did you get that purse... It's worth millions..." The lady beside her exclaimed. Bella looked at her purse, same purse which Alex gifted her when they went for the shopping for the first time.

Precious saw her waving hand and walked towards them. "Hello guys", Precious said and took her seat in between them. "I am so hungry", She said. "Can i get waffles, chicken, spaghetti mix with meatballs", She raised an order. "Sure madam", The chef responded. Precious dropped her bag on the table before she noticed Mia, "Mia, do you wanna see me also?", She asked. Mia and Emily gaze at each other as they exchange words through their looks. Emily slightly kicked Mia on her leg and she cleared her throat before she sat up.

He looked at me intensively, licked his lips, then turned towards the audience. "As our last item, we have prepared a rare delicacy! Even I can barely resist marking her while standing next to her! Our expert claims that she is like one in the million or billion even!" he called out while grinning. "We will start our bidding at five hundred thousand dollars…" I gulped.

What were they staring at? "Luc, you were not lying oh," Precious said, "she really wanted to go bareface." "I told you," Luc replied smugly. "Me?" I asked, hand on my chest. "No, me." Precious rolled her eyes. "Sidon jor!" She pointed to the edge of my bed. I scurried to take a seat, carrying Krystal on my lap. Krystal squirmed, then slinked out. I noticed he is not comfortable around Precious.

— Luna and Priscila burst out laughing. Seriously, am I the suspicious one? Priscila is obsessed with romance novels and always carries a book around. She’s constantly hunting for guys with green eyes. They have to be green. Go figure. Luna has been obsessed with Ace Montesino since high school—though now that we’re in college she barely sees him anymore, so I think that crush will fade with time.

Sandra had left out the juicy details, I thought. He dropped his phone on the center table then Precious greeted "Good afternoon". He smiled to make a friendly gesture, then he walked to the dinning room to get a drink from the refrigerator. "Whoa! Quite an appetite for a gentleman" I mumbled as I watched how he drank the coke without taking a break. Precious gasped with her hand on her chest and she expressed a melodious tone in musical note "Oh my God.. his burp is sexy" We both giggled as he belched after finishing the soda.

“Hop up. You can pass me the big tin over there and help me put marshmallows in. Did you remember to wash your hands?” She nodded vigorously. “Good girl.” She smiled down at her and winked. “Uncle Keshaun won’t even notice if you ate a marshmallow or two.” The girl giggled loudly and stuffed several marshmallows into her mouth. “What is your name, love?” Famke asked her. “My name is Precious. I am five. My mommy and daddy died three months ago before my birthday. My Uncle Royal takes care of me now.”

“Come on, you don’t have to lie to me, Mr. President.” Josh’s brows boiled. The nickname was a scraper against his eardrums. “For fuck's sake, stop calling me Mr. President,” he replied, not glancing up from his bag. “Fine by me,” Tristan replied with a smirk that Josh could feel even without looking. Tristan returned to the room moments later with a bunch of snacks to pick from. One thing that Josh loved the most—though he would never admit it—was the Choco-Vita Milk in Tristan’s hand. It was his childhood favorite, a weakness he kept hidden under his iron exterior.