Prince Royce And Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

I ask as a smile lights up his handsome face. Looking down he picks up my hand and places right over his heart. “You have bonded our souls together when you gave me the greatest gift last night.” I look down at my hand remembering my spirit telling me that now we will never lose him in this life. Lifting up my hand so I can see his chest. The skin is still puckered and red, but a design is starting to form around the teeth marks. It is a silver rose with the full moon shining down on it. “It looks just like mine but smaller.” I say as my hand touches my collarbone that is covered by my shirt.

She was surrounded by few others. “A prince.” Kimberlee breathed with a little nod but Santos kept his eyes on the queen. Kim pulled her hand away from Santos when she heard the next announcement. “Crown prince, Santos Escobar.” Her palms froze and her heart slowed down as she made fists. Everything made complete sense now. Santos walked to his mother and Kimberlee reluctantly followed. He bowed when he stopped in front of Berenice. Queen Berenice looked at Kim who didn't bow. “ Prince Estaban and Prince Sebastian.” The man announced again and Kim turned to see two men climbing the stairs behind them, one of which she recognized.

It was a reminder of the betrothal discussions looming over her. He gave a curt nod and turned, Sophia falling into step beside him after offering Vivian another quick, nervous curtsy. Vivian watched them go, the Prince’s broad shoulders blocking the light from the door for a moment, Sophia’s smaller figure almost disappearing beside him. The image was jarring – the powerful prince and the gentle companion. And the villainess, alone with her law books and her dread.

"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.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

Romeo grinned and then they both pushed against their blades and leapt back. Their gazes locked on each other as Romeo cocked his head to observe his opponent while Leon furtively took the chance to catch his breath. This so-called traitor prince was better than expected. A split second later, they leaped and crashed against each other. Leon was starting to get overwhelmed by Romeo's sheer power. They were both fast and powerful but there was just something else that the prince had that was missing in himself. He did not know what it was, but clearly, he was being overpowered by whatever it was that he lacked.

“I know where you're from, Sabrina. And it hasn't stopped me from getting close to you. Do you think I care where your clothes come from or how much they cost? It means nothing to me. I care about you and your heart and your dreams.” His words were able to get Sabrina to finally smile through her tears. “I just can't believe you're a prince. I've been hanging out with a freaking prince for the past few weeks. I guess it explains quite a bit, though. I suppose that's why the paparazzi chased us that day, because there was royalty sitting there eating beignets.” Marco smirked and lifted his shoulders into a shrug. “Your guess would be as good as mine as to why they'd want to film something lik

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Apat na simpatikong rason lang naman. Una, ang matalino,makisig at seryosong Crown Prince ng bansa, His Royal Highness Prince Liam. Pangalawa, the drop-dead gorgeous rebel and second in line to the throne, Prince Lazlo. Pangatlo, the charming and drool-worthy prince with six-pack abs, Prince Yñaki. At ang pang apat at huling rason, ang pinaka makulit at palikero sa lahat ,Prince Lachlan.

He spoke, "You think you can stop me by this? Trust me your mother-" "Do you even know who you're talking about?" Asked now an angry Noah. As he grabbed everyone's attention, he continued, "Do you even know who his mother is?" Lucious just grumbled, "Maybe a queen of another swarthy kingdom. For your kind of information, I am the prince of the most powerful kingdom, so doesn't matter who you are." Noah scoffed as he said in the darkest voice, "He is the prince of Anchancia, son of Dark Queen, Anika Julio Astren. He is Kaal Anika Julio Astren."