Novel & Cerita Mi Principe

I state, reaching out and taking Jessica’s hand in mine. “You deserve to be taken care of, Princess.”

I almost smiled. “Something like that.” Arden leaned in slightly. “And the fourth?” I hesitated. Because this one— Was the hardest. “Fourth principle,” I said quietly. “Human alignment.” Silence followed. Then Kane: “Define that.” “The system prioritizes outcomes that align with human judgment,” I said. “Not just efficiency.” “Not just logic.” “But human values.” Cassius blinked. “That’s… a big one.” “Yes.” Arden nodded slowly. “And also the hardest to define.”

Looking at my bloodied face and broken nails, those hands that had taken countless lives were actually trembling. "Vito..." I couldn't hold it together anymore; tears fell. "I'm here." Vito wanted to touch my hand but stopped mid-air, afraid of hurting me. He took off his coat and wrapped me up tight, then turned to face the room, his eyes murderous. "This is my sister, the principessa of the Corleone family." "Whoever touched her pays with their life." Marco's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor. "Corleone... principessa? You... you're a principessa?"

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

Suddenly a voice rang out. “MAJOR General HENRY PLEASE STOP, I AM THE MAN IN RULE IN THE Citadel. I HAVE CREATED THE PRINCESS AND THE PRINCIPLE HAS eloped. WE DON'T WANT WAR, PLEASE STOP. HE HAS RECEIVED ONE, AND I WILL GIVE THE KING TO HIM, UP TO HIM.” “I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, TODAY STEPHAN KINGDOM WILL BE FUCKED, NO MORE LIKE A KINGDOM. THROW!!!"

I croak and swallow painfully when it doesn’t come out as planned. “I don’t know.” He says, interpreting my croak. “I just wanted to. I don’t know why I do a lot of things when it comes to you.” Pity then? I ‘am’ in quite a pitiable position. I smile, resisting the urge to laugh because nothing would come out. Mia was wrong, I don’t know if Prince Ismir is a good man, but he stands by his own principles. I’ll take that over a male that does exactly as his father says.

Prince Cine grumbled and the Princess chuckled. Prince Cine was the only child of his parents and didn't suffer any works at all, he didn't even know how to hold a small broom so his complains was understandable. The principal intentionally gave them such works especially because of him so it would be easier for them to reflect on their mistakes.

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.

"Marco and Mike are my heirs. They need to learn how to be true Morettis here." Heirs. That word cut me like a knife again. "And what about Lucia? She's a Moretti, too!" "Lucia is a princess," he said, as if stating an obvious truth. "Princesses are to be cherished. Not to rule." I stared at him. This man was saying the cruelest things in the gentlest voice. The revenge I was planning felt so distant, so powerless. I couldn't even stand to breathe the same air as these people.

He speaks English, the Greek god speak English. “I'm really sorry, but I was not checking you out in anyway” I quickly composed myself and internally hit my head on an invisible wall so I’ll die to avoid this embarrassment. “It's written all over your face” I just embarrassed myself. “Im Michael and you are?” He stretched his hand out for a handshake and I quickly took it “I'm Vanessa” I replied “I know you're Vanessa Decruz, fiancee of the great one and only Arab prince, Richard Amaan”