Mi Principe Novels & Stories

Did you want a hold over both our famiglia's Principessas—or more precisely, both future Donnas? Marcello stumbled back from the weight of that accusation, his composure breaking. He then stammered, "T-That's not it, Don Sabato. You've misunderstood—" Papa sneered. "You actually dare say it's just a mere misunderstanding, huh? I've been around much longer than you, Marcello. I can see through your petty schemes plain as day." Marcello was about to explain himself again, but I stopped him before he could. "You shouldn't bother with him anymore, Papa," I said as I picked up the document and turned toward Marcello. "Thank you for assisting the Sabato famiglia in locating the real Principessa, M

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

"My prince ,Mr idiot, which is surprisingly I just realized his name to be Asim ,got up and bowed . I turned too and bowed . "What is going on here ," the prince asked and I shook . "Nothing my prince , everything is fine ," he replied and the prince just nodded and said. "Let's go ,I am running late , and then he walked out . "You just got saved by me ,bye pumpkin ,he smirked and pecked my cheek . I tried chasing him but he ran out before I could get to him . Disgusting ,I cleaned my poor cheek a thousand times,I hate that guy .

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

“And I don’t say things I don’t mean. Ever.” I could hear the reassurance in his voice, and at the same time, that statement felt familiar to me. Did I hear about it before? “I stand by my principles, Princess. That’s how I built everything I have,” he added, halting me from my thoughts. “And do you want to know another fact about me?” He leaned in just enough that I could feel his breath against my skin. “When I want something, I do everything to get it. No matter what.”

The feeling so overwhelming it was obvious that he was so overly smitten already. He walked into his princely Chambers with his Entourage on his heels, they tired him out. These good looking servants who have been destined to a life of service made honourable by the King himself;Once, he get to his chambers, he dismiss them at once and they leave me, to go about other day to day activities until they are needed again which at this point is usually the morning after their dismissal. There were somewhat lucky.

Two equally cold-faced men followed behind him. Alessandro walked straight up to me and bowed respectfully. “Principessa.” A flicker of unease and confusion crossed Anthony and Fiona’s faces. The livestream comments erupted with speculation. [Principessa?] [Is Francesca…?] One of the parents seemed to recall something. “Could she be from a mafia family?!” I nodded slightly at Alessandro. “You may begin.” With that, sound played from Alessandro’s phone. “…I stayed with him all night. He was completely taken with me.”

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie." I said politely and heard Ace snort. At that moment, I wanted so badly to kick his legs to make him stumble.

Michaela incited him. “It will be my greatest pleasure for the rest of my life, amore mio grande. (Ita for ‘my greatest love’)” ******************** A few months after, Principessa (Ita for ‘Princess’) Victoria Elizabeth Anne Marie di Montbéliard came into the world with her mother’s hazelnut hair and her father’s set of lungs. At least that’s what Michaela said. “She’s perfect. Just like her mamma,” Maxim whispered, bending over to kiss both of his women.

“Sir, but… you haven’t yet seen completely. Please, wait.” “Non-negotiable! I just cannot take this anymore. Principles are principles. Our business is based on non-negotiable principles. These principles guide how the organization is to be run and how the business is to be conducted.” “But, sir, you can really give it a thought. Please!” “Utter nuisance! Horrible. I just cannot accept this. It is below par. Is this what I expect from you all?” I literally ended up admonishing all the employees who appeared there.