Prince Royce And Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

Ram spoke and woke me up from my thoughts. "I hurt him, Ram," I sadly replied. "I know, Atilla. Let's just hope that he finds someone who will love him completely and more than the love he gave you," he said with a smile. "I know that person will come for Ang," I smiled back. "And this is what I promised you, Atilla. I will love and cherish you for the rest of our life," he said with so much love. "Are you proposing, Romano Santiago?" I asked teasingly.

he exclaimed. The other students’ attention was caught by the person. “What’s wrong?” they asked the student. The student who exclaimed came to their group. Then, his gaze landed on Raine. He loudly gasped. “It is really you!” he said as he stared at Raine with widened eyes. Raine’s brow raised. “And you are?” he asked. He definitely does not know this person. The student smiled. “I am but an insignificant person… but you are not!” he said. “You are the king of Riverside High School!” he said.

a Lucas and Crystal's son. "Hey Hunter, how are you?" I said as I gave him a bro fist. "Good. Dude.. you two rock!" Hunter smirked lookig at the twins. The twins glared at him and I patted Hunter's shoulder. "Sorry." Hunter immediately apologized. "You're going to the soccer practice today?" Hunter asked Romeo. "Yeah." He answered in a small tone while he glanced at me. "Cool." "Hunter Vecton." Suddenly the principal office's door opened and I raised my eyebrows.

Juliet said in a sweet tone. "Prince Leonardo, do you take Princess Juliet to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?" I turned to the Priest and then I turned to Juliet. "I.. Juliet, are yo-" "Yes." She said and I turned to the priest. "I do." I said firmly. "Princess Juliet, do you take Prince Leonardo to be-" "I do." She cut him and I looked at her disbelief.

“What does that even mean? Come on, Dos Santos, I deserve to know more than what you're willing to say!” Despite my irritation, he didn’t seem fazed. Instead, he lowered his voice, looking a little subdued. “His name is Harold, and he’s a prince.” “A prince?" I snapped, incredulous. “Is that all you can tell me?” Dos Santos frowned slightly, casting his gaze away. “I can’t share everything, Rochelle. I’m not allowed to.” “Then you’ve left me with absolutely nothing!” I said, crossing my arms and feeling the urge to cry. “If he’s really a prince, why can’t I know more? Am I just a pawn or an accessory?”

Alejandro finally got the balls to ask. “No need for the confusion, sir. I'm Romeo. Antonio's son. Don't you recall me from the failed wedding?" Romeo introduced himself. Just another way to spite Hilton. “Oh, shit. Not good. Here we go again.” Aljeandro looked sideways. He recalls Romeo's from the church. He knew the emergence of Romeo signifies chaos. From the few he has heard from Antonio, it's no news that Hilton and Romeo are sworn enemies.

Dante muttered, his brow furrowing as he scanned it. “Vince Ruger,” he read aloud. “The Republic of Russia. Age thirty-three.” “Vince Ruger?” I asked. “His real name is actually Vince? That’s crazy.” Dante looked up, stunned. “Oh, fuckk.” “What?” Rocco and I asked in unison. “I know who this is.” “Who?” He swallowed, his eyes meeting ours. “He’s Prince Vince Ruger.” I blinked. “Please, Dante. We already know his name,” I started, then my brain suddenly clicked.

“So, you are the prince?” Gianni’s face could not hide his eminent embarrassment. “I am Julien S. Montmirail, crown prince of Gallia,” Gabriel, or so Gianni thought Gabriel was, says. “Meet my chief butler, Gabriel Clermont.” “My name is Gabriel Clermont,” the person whom Gianni thought was the prince replies. “I’m sorry if you have to go through this, the prince has a way of doing things.” Gianni stays quiet and looks down. Then, the actual prince, naked up top, approaches him. He holds Gianni’s chin up, whispering, “How does it feel to be spoon-fed by the prince?”

Rome had never laid eyes on Cayson Montemayor before. Oh, but she’d heard enough stories to last her several lifetimes, courtesy of her cousin Dudz. What she didn’t expect—what made her stomach drop like a busted elevator—was discovering that this was the rich suitor Precilla once fell head-over-heels for. The same man who, indirectly, had made Rome bury her own feelings for Precilla deep under lock and key… because back then, she knew Preci had feelings for him.

I raised an eyebrow, and she sent me a mindlink. "Shut up, do not say a thing." he voice snipped in my mind. I smiled widely at her. "Princess Luna Rori Oak, this is Professor Marcus Hunt. Marcus, this is Princess Rori." She introduced us as all formally and politically correct. I offered him my hand, but he bowed respectfully before taking it. "Nice to meet you, Professor Marcus." "Just Marcus your highness." he replied in a deep drawl. "Then you must call me just Rori." I responded.