Prince Royce And Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

Raeyan told Yris. Yris froze. “What?!” he exclaimed and looked at Raeyan in shock. “It’s him?! No wonder…” he muttered as his eyes widened in disbelief. “He is also close to Raine! He is connected with Raine, who is the incarnation of the princess!” he said. Raeyan nodded in agreement, feeling this way, too. “Yes. His nickname is ‘Vis’. He is of the same age as Raine, and he is also studying in the Riverside High School. He is Raine’s classmate.” He told Yris.

I think he's referring to Mary-Rose. "Oh yeah. And meet my boyfriend." I smiled, introducing him to Romeo again. I think I introduced them the last time to each other, but since he's pretending not to see him or even know him, I think he needs a reintroduction so he can get his disgusting self out of my face. "Oh. Sebastino Romeo." Pablo said, shaking his hands without getting up. "Gonzalez. Just call me Mr. Gonzalez." He smiled again showing his disgusting smile, I knew I had to intervene as it was getting awkward.

"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.

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.

Cali. The ruthless boss of the Cali Cartel? So this is him, she thought, heart pounding heavily. “Going once…” the auctioneer stammered, intimidated. “The Princess of Sinaloa, Sold for $1 million!” Ramón walked towards the platform, his eyes fixed on Lola. A shiver ran down her spine – not just fear, but a thrill like playing with fire. He stopped inches away, his calloused hand gripping her chin, forcing her gaze up at him.

“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?”

I know that as well, the trophies packed at home said it all. “What about the other three?” I intoned, trying to fight the strain in my voice. “The one in the leather jacket is Sebastian Lopez. His grandfather is the founder of Cadilac Motor Co. He is the heir. Has a thing for bikes, hence the dress code.” Wow. “The one with the white hair is Romeo Rodriguez. You know Versace?” “Yes?” “it's all him. They call him Versace Baby, or Versace Prince. He is the fashionista.” Well? Heck. This was beginning to feel more intolerable.

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.