Prince Mateen Novels & Stories

Or principle. “Turn and leave this place. You are not welcome here,” Ezra said. “Well, since this land belongs to me, I think I am welcome here.” “What the hell are you-” “I haven’t introduced myself, am I?” Mateo’s voice was cool and calm, but his eyes were so not. “I am prince Mateo, and I absolutely don’t like it when people threaten me.” I could see his hands were turning into bright green scales. I quickly went and stood between both them. I didn’t want anything bad to happen.

He looks at me with an annoying sarcasm and almost smiles. -I thought you westerners were smarter. Obviously, why should anyone be called majesty? Today I am generous, so I will give you three options. Option one: Am I the janitor of the Mosque? Option Two: A Merchant of Flying Rugs? Oh, maybe I'm Aladdin himself. Look, girl, I give up, I don’ t have the patience for games. I am the king of this country, Nahan Zayn Asi Tarif. And taking you to your home in Qatar will not be possible, you are in Manama, Bahrain. Good Heaven! He's the king of this country, I've never heard of this place, where is it? Is it near Qatar? I'm stuck here with this psycho guy, he thought about killing me and I do no

He'd destroyed my phone. He'd ignored me when I told him to stop. And now he was gripping my arm while telling me my opinion didn't make a difference. I looked at him differently after that. “Ryan, think about what you're suggesting.” I deliberately lowered my voice. Not because I was afraid of him, but because somebody in this room needed to think rationally. “Damian is the King of the Eastern Kingdom. I'm his Goddess-given mate. You can't just take me somewhere and assume there won't be consequences.”

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.

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.

“Hakeem…is father's cousin, distant cousin.” Sunitra scowled, “I'm not in the mood for jokes, Nadia.” “It's not. I'm telling the truth, maybe not his cousin per se. But hear me out. Father’s aunt got married to the King of Muhindr, the King had a son, Hakeem Malik, the Prince of Muhindr.” Sunitra’s face paled, “Prince Malik? He is Prince Malik?” Nadia nodded, “Yes! The rake that father told us about. It's him, your beloved Hakeem.”

I blushed, thinking about the bulge in his pants I had seen earlier while he was busy pleasuring me. “Nasrin?” The man of my dirty daydream knocked on the door, his eyebrow raised as he looked at me. “Yes?” I said, my voice high-pitched. “We are getting engaged today.” *** “This is my younger brother, Khalid,” Zain formally introduced me to his younger brother, Prince of Azmia, who smiled at me with a small bow. We were greeting and introducing each other to our families. My younger and older brother stayed in Maahnoor, taking care of the duties while my father and eldest brother, Sadiq Elbaz, Sultan of Maahnoor, were in Azmia.

Prince has all that martial student. Those who were silent because they had not seen the lost Prince are now happy. Ladies and gentlemen this is the youngest chap in the competition, he is 19 years of age and the newest multi-billionaire in the land of the Indo continent. He’s been discovered by all the banks n the Indo continent.

He doesn't look old but I know he is much older than that and so being praised by him is worth something. "Thank you Alpha Li Jun, I hope we eradicate our common enemies soon. My warriors and I are here in order to make that happen." "Your welcome my Prince, now I want you to meet my beta. Beta Kajal of the Golden pack. He's been with me for a long time but he's never been to the Palace for he keeps this place safe when I'm not around." I look at the dark skinned man who stand beside him and glance at Alex. "Nice meeting you Prince Vincent, Kajal Miah in your service sire."

Three times the referee has reviewed it and found nothing. Because there's nothing to find. Whatever he's doing is surgical enough to be invisible on camera and felt only by the person on the receiving end. Their quarterback is rattled. He won't look at number four between plays. "Who are they?" I ask. Directed at no one in particular. And It's Marcus who answers. "Number Eleven is Noè Laurent," he says. "His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it."