Novelas y relatos de Mi Principe

my words came out weak like I was waiting for Heriel to tell me he wasn’t joking. “Promise you won’t freak out,” Ez voice sounded alongside khalys own. “I promise,” The minute I said those words, the door opened to reveal Ariel coming in with a man clothed in gold robes, gold thread embroidering on the clothe with a dangling tag by his waist that says “ principle” and another man behind them who look exactly like the man with the name tag but this particular man exudes an aura I do not want to dive into, his own name tag says “ Principe eroditario”. the other identical looking man is dressed in all royalty, then the other one over there behind them is dressed too royal and they both seem way

Jace-who was sitting next to me on the couch, watching-tensed at the mention of his father. "..This is different, though," Malcom finished. "You are doing this only for the power and I cannot object more strongly." Adam shook his head. "My mind is made up." Malcom's shoulders slumped in defeat and Victoria scoffed. "Something you would like to add?" Adam asked her, glaring. She looked away. "I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did," Malcom said. "I conquered South America out of a thirst for power and it cost me your mother."

paliwanag ni Kenneth at hinarap ang laptop. "Isa pa ang dalawang prinsipe ang involve sa issue na 'to at bilang siya ang humahawak ng office of the crown prince and princess understandable na gusto niyang siya ang mag asikaso ng gulong to," dagdag pa nito na ang mga mata ay nasa screen na ng gadget nito.

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.

"Who. And I think Dallas may be right. By the time we're finished tomorrow, you'll be primed for the next level of the pleasure principle." She yawned. "Just what is the pleasure principle?" "Striving to constantly attain the highest level of pleasure possible. And that's what we've got in store for you, princess. Meanwhile, close your eyes and get some sleep." As she drifted off Tracie's last thought was how lucky she was the day Pete Montgomery had turned out to be her new boss.

I spout out in defeat. WORLD TRANSLATION < > Il Mio bel Principe < >my handsome prince < >Cosa c'è di sbagliato in te? < >What is wrong with you?

"I'll marry you when I grow up." The little Prince chimes as he steadies himself to walk on top of an old abandoned log. "You can't." She states simply. "A Prince should marry a Princess, and I'm not a Princess so you can't marry me." With a grunt, he hops off the wood. "My mom said I can do whatever I want when I'm already crowned as King. And I want to marry you. Simple as that." - You groan in an ugly manner as you try to pull the strings of your subconscious state back to this messed up reality we all know as life.

“He’s new. There was an empty seat. It’s not—” “It is not your decision to make,” Kael said, stepping forward. His voice stayed quiet, but it cut through her like glass. “When a boy like him sits beside you, you do not smile at him. You do not talk to him. You certainly do not let him think you are… available.” Her pulse thudded in her ears. “You are my principal, not my-“ His hand came down on the desk beside her, making her flinch. He leaned in, his eyes dark. “Finish that sentence and see what happens.”

“What nonsense is this now? I will never apologise to anyone.” Prince Maxmillian was not one of such personalities who would easily apologise to any living organism. He was a pig filled with arrogance. “That is entirely your choice,” I answered, my voice full of threat. “But understand that choices have consequences.” Marcus raised his hands. “Let us not turn this into a matter of war.”

I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry. “Prince Falcon! Interesting. I imagine the success you make with women. Rich, tasty…I mean…very tasty… your food” Hanna stuttered and turned red as a pepper. I had to stop myself from laughing. She was graceful even when she talked too much. “Thank you for Prince Falcon. It's a name that was created by my friends, because of the way I behave in the financial market. I have a company here in the United States that manages the finances of entrepreneurs. And about women... I've had many relationships, but none that fill the void in my heart." I said looking straight into her eyes and she swallowed her food, almost choki