Mi Principe Azul Mga Nobela at Kwento

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

"Blue Prince." The Blue Prince is the eldest son of the god who created the white galaxy. He is the only prince and successor of the Galactic God. Its power is yet to be seen, but it can be felt. He has a face as handsome as an angel, skin as white as snow, a smile as warm as the sun, and eyes as clear as heaven's water. The Blue Prince had never served on earth, as he was born two years ago. Created from the relationship between the Galactic God and the Star Goddess. "Why the Prince? Wasn't he never on duty?" Justin increasingly does not understand why Dave sent the Blue Prince later.

I assumed it was just nerves. I tried to return to my seat, but I was told the chair next to the Don didn't belong to me. Just then, the doors swung open. Sophia, the principessa of the Romano family, walked in. She wasn't even on the guest list. Yet, Marco eagerly rushed over and welcomed her to the seat beside him. The soldatos below started whispering. I frowned and approached Marco. "What the hell is this?" Before Marco could speak, Sophia answered.

She cannot dictate the future Duchess of Araceli, and if Siebel was wrong, the great Kalani of all Elementals. ****😔😌****

“Yes…everyone hates the Dark Prince. No kid wants me as their friend. Mr. Blue understood me, but…but, they killed him.” My tear-stained cheek was wiped by my little hands, only for fresh tears to occupy them. “I’m Ambroz, my father is a Vampire Elder. Don’t cry? I’ll be your friend,” I walked towards him, taking one last look at my cat. “Y-You’re not scared?” He nodded a ‘no’. “I’m Javier Zapetero, the Crown Prince.” ~Back to reality~ “You helped me bury Mr. Blue that day,” I stated, only for his hands to wrap around my shoulder blade. We walked around the palace, conversing and reminiscing the good old days.

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.

Jennifer leaned closer, her voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Sophia, you're not actually mad, are you? I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I was just casually chatting with them, and they all fell for me. That's not my fault, is it?" Lucy nodded along. "Of course it's not your fault. It just means you're charming. Not like some girl who thinks being a Principessa means every man in the world will fall at her feet." Lucy and Annie exchanged a knowing glance, smiling to each other.

Just don't go easy on him, okay? As I left the basement, the groans picked up again but quickly faded into silence. Fiona took me to a room that was decked out in all my favorite colors. My graffiti art covered the walls, each piece framed, with my wobbly 'Cole' signature in the corner. Before I was taken, we were not exactly rolling in dough. Three of us crammed into one room, but we were a happy bunch. "Mom, how in the world did you end up running a casino in Macoria? And where did all this cash come from?"

My little prince, once so untouchable, now carried the evidence of my claim hidden under his expensive suit. I switched feeds and watched him climb into a cab, then followed him through the city until he reached Vane Capital. He walked into my building like he belonged there. He kept his head high and his back straight, but I saw the slight hitch in his gait. The way he favored one side. Perfect.

"If you would please take the lead?" Without hesitation, the calm-looking prince rose to his feet and put a smile on his lips. "Greetings, I am Lazul Horacin Samudra, eighteen years old. A prince from the Kingdom of Malecoy, a member of Sierpenti, and the first ranker of this year. One of my hobbies is stabbing people who annoy me." His grin widened which brought silence in the room and made the atmosphere turn cold. I stared at him with a cringe and looked at Delaney, who could only sigh. Wait, is that true?