Nama Pangeran Dubai Novels & Stories

"Well, I didn't mean to reveal this this way, but has anyone ever wondered why my last name is concealed ?" he asked. "Because your father is an infamous safecracker, of course, and you're so ashamed of his last name," One of the students said, and the rest burst into laughter, agreeing with her. Andrew also joined them in laughing and Amaya and Dominic knew the students were in for it. "Well..that infamous safecracker is the reigning Prince of King City, automatically making me a prince. I'm Prince Andrew Louis of King City," Andrew said boldly. He had never felt so proud announcing his Royal status.

His hair was a complete mess, his face relaxed in a way I rarely got to see, and somehow, that made me laugh. The prince of Dubai. Snoring. I reached over and gently poked his shoulder. Nothing. I poked him again. He groaned without opening his eyes. “Five more minutes.” I smiled. “You said that yesterday.” “Yesterday I wasn’t married.” “And today?” He finally opened one eye and looked at me. “Today I’m exhausted.” I laughed and rolled onto my back. For a few minutes, we simply lay there. No guests. No photographers. No family.

Layla says. As much as it kills me to, I cannot help but agree with Layla. The chauvinistic bastard does look extremely ravishing tonight in a navy blue suit which is tailored to perfection. "Who's that beside him?" I inquire from my gossip monger friends. "That is Umar Zayn" Layla says. "He's nicknamed Prince Charming because apart from his royal looks, he is literally royalty" Janelle adds. "An Arabian Prince" Sofia sighs dramatically.

“It does⁠n’t fee⁠l tha⁠t way when they’​re all staring at me⁠.” “Then make t‌hem se‌e.” He set his‍ c‌up dow​n w‌ith a d​efini⁠tive cli‍ck​.‌ “C⁠roft…​ his son, Peter. The Du‍bai proje⁠ct.” M​y⁠ b​reath hitched. “Wh‌at about it?”

Two girls leaned toward her. “Oh my God, I love your hair color. Is it natural?” one asked eagerly. “Oh no, it’s dyed,” Angelique replied with a polite smile. “I need to meet your hairdresser,” the second girl said. “Don’t listen to her,” the first laughed. “Her mother would kill her if she tried that! Anyway, nice to meet you. I’m Aaliyah Al Sabah from Kuwait — my father’s an oil and petrol magnate. And this,” she gestured beside her, “is Princess Catherine of Gloucester. We’re both A-Class upper.”

I stubbornly turn my head the other way, and hear him sigh. “Okay then, I’ll start by telling you a little about myself. As I said my name is Andraste. I go by Andy or Andre. I’m a prince, second in line for king. I have two brothers. My older brother’s name is Duke, who obviously is the next king, and my younger brother is Cade, the blonde wolf that was with me. Hmm. What else is there?” He rubs his chin while thinking.

"And now, on behalf of the polo association and the 37th annual charity ball of Rome, we would like to introduce his royal highness, Prince Friederike Pilsen-Chamberlain, the crown prince of Wales and future King of England." The crowd roared and clapped. "I'll just be a sec, darling." He smiled and said to Pearl, leaving her side for only the second time that evening.

Otherwise, he would not see the soft sunlight coming up anymore. - "Now, we have the honor to welcome the royal family of Duaples: King Alexandre 11th, Alexandre d'Ambroise Auberjonois and his wife, Queen Malena De Arteaga, who is the little sister of my wife. And finally their two children: the Dauphin François Alexandre d'Ambroise Auberjonois and the Princess Marie Anastasie d'Ambroise Auberjonois".

Zayed came up on the other side of Rashid, his phone in his hand. He turned the phone screen toward her. She snatched it from his hands, an article pulled up on the screen that she quickly scrolled through. Leaning over slightly, I could tell that it was some kind of journal—probably the New York Times if I had to guess. Debra's fingers paused the moment she scrolled far enough for a photo to pop up. Her mouth dropped open. "As you can see," Zayed tucked his hands behind his back, "this is indeed the Prince of Dubai. And you're insulting his royal highness by acting crudely."

I added the last part to sound more funny and to playfully hurt him. “He's not into games, sports or movies.” He again hinted. “Crown Prince Alkabar.” I responded, he turned me around, his gloomy face evident for anyone to see, he might be one of the most dangerous men out there, but right now he looked like a sad cute puppy. “What?” I whined. “Crown Prince Alkabar? Of all the names on planet earth?” He questioned, he slowly shakes his head in disbelief. I internally laughed at him, he really thought I would mention his name? Wishful thinking mister.