Princes Agents Season 2 Novels & Stories

Amerie opened her eyes and was greeted with a view of the blue sky, sending her in deep thought. Even if she went back to the past, the facts that happened in the present don't change. The duke's heir is still the rightful prince to the throne and Keres is just a half-blood on the empress' side. The truth is not revealed yet but Amerie dreaded for the day that it will be known. If Amerie knew for certain about Keres, he would try to kill the Duke to fully claim the throne. 'It will surely end with a disaster; I'll have to stop it somehow.' Amerie said to herself, sighing.

"He's in here, Your Highness." Lior heard the words first before his eyes fluttered open. He looked around him, wondering why his room looked different before he sat up, meeting two palace guards standing at the door and his Elder brother walking in. Lucas had on his royal wear as well. With a disappointed look in his face. The Crown Prince looked around, his eyes flashing a colour of amber before he said, "There was someone else here. Search around." The guards went to work immediately. Scanning all around the room and the bathroom before returning and saying there was no one else.

My heart seemed at ease. As I chatted with the girls, I saw the Prince, and my breath hitched. No man was as beautiful as Rhaegar Silvius. He was mighty and more. He tore his gaze away from me as Nate and Kendrick came to his side. They entered the car. "So many unspoken words there," Azura gave me a suspicious look. I just shook my head, not wanting her to ask anything else. I spent my morning with Azura since Madam Royce told me not to do any work in the pack house today.

He turned to one of his seconds, ‘Voglio che ogni uomo disponibile guardi e ascolti qualsiasi cosa riguardo a quel fottuto principe, voglio che siamo pronti quando farà la sua mossa. Non può, in nessun caso, avvicinarsi ad Alcina, capisci?’ [I want every available man out looking and listening for anything regarding that fucking Prince, I want us to be ready when he makes his move. He cannot, under any circumstances, get near Alcina, do you understand?] His men nodded moved into their fours and left to hunt down the Prince’s men, who were completely unaware of the fate that was waiting for them, they had severely underestimated the Italian Mafia.

Enough to jarr him into anger. Sitting at a conference table, Rhys, Evan, Selene, Selene's Beta Carlos, her strategist Falkner and Silas har their attention drawn to the techie- a young woman, younger than Vanessa, who replayed the clip of the attack. "You are saying it was aerial?" Wolves were rich. The whole race richer than humans but a small attack smack in the face only to prove a point must have costed millions to whoever carried it out. Who had that kind of money lying around?

“The MacCraes are a powerful pack. You think they’ll just let you walk away with their precious princess? Even if you are her mate, they’ll kill you for what you’ve done.” “I don’t need your advice,” I said

CeCe said and Liam nodded. They walked away. ****PACK HOUSE**** Leonard drove in, he stopped the car and came out of it, he was about entering the house when Clinton came out of it. "Alpha Prince" Clinton bowed. "Did you find anything?" Leonard asked. "No sir but we are still searching" Clinton replied. "Err..the woods, have you checked it?" Leonard asked. "I sent some guards there and they've checked some part but no sign of her" Clinton replied and Leonard sighed.

If he was not alone, he was only ever escorting his sister, his mother or the Queen. The Prince came out of the guest room a few hours later, Jaxson wanted to check he was alright, ask why he’d called his name over the link. But he didn’t even glance in his direction before sweeping towards the stairs. Jaxson sighed silently before rising and following along with Adam. They only had a few hours before Callum and Matilda would take over for the day. The Prince turned suddenly as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “You don’t need to follow me around. It’s ridiculous.”

"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.

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.