Princes Agents Season 2 Novels & Stories

"Forgive me. Now you don't have to be angry anymore because I won't leave you again." "Yeah, so boring waiting for you to come home, Harvey!" Agnes jokes, turning her eyes away from him. "I also get bored if I don't see you for a month." "It doesn't feel good if we date long distance!" “By the way, did Prince Gabriel and his secretary really not be found during the plane crash incident?” When she heard Harvey's words that changed the subject suddenly, Prime Minister Agnes expression changed drastically, she let out a shaky breath. “You've seen the news on the royal social media yourself, haven't you. The two of them were not found safe despite searching for several days at the bottom of the

*** Saïda’s POV: My father was rather calm but I on the hand, couldn’t help it but be worried about the Prince. It’d been hours since he’d left the apartment and we’d heard no news about him. “Fa– Dad, it’s eight. What if the Prince doesn’t know this address.” “Asahd,” he corrected. “Asahd.” “He is twenty two. Asahd might be spoiled and whatsoever, but he is a smart boy. I know him well and he is the type to get himself out of any urgent situation. With or without money.”

Meanwhile, many special agents immediately got out from the convoy of cars behind them. They swiftly began engaging in a counterattack while some made their way to their location. “Your Highness, are all of you alright?” A middle-aged special agent rapidly made his way to Prince William. His expression was filled with unswerving determination without any panic and displayed his utmost professionalism. Prince William felt so much calmer in the man’s presence. He asked, “We’re fine, Peter. What happened?”

“Hmph. Now you have no evidence. “And this principessa nonsense. You think hiring a few actors can scare me?” He didn’t forget to add, “Anyway, half your assets still have to go to me.” One of Alessandro’s men was about to step forward, but I stopped him with a look. I shook my head helplessly. “As expected, both of you are fools. “Did you really think I wouldn’t back up something this important?” I tilted my chin at Alessandro, and he opened his laptop, on which the exact audio played again. Anthony’s face instantly turned green. Sweat broke out on his forehead.

During my speech, I looked at the audience full of Russian oligarchs, Italian politicians, American arms dealers, and family members in black suits. “Three years ago, I ran away from this castle for love.” I said, “But now I return, not for revenge, but to prove… “That the principessa of the Lucas family will lead the family to an even brighter future! I need no one to save me. I can stand on my own and become my own queen.” Applause thundered. Silas kissed me, whispering in my ear, “And my queen too.” After the banquet, I walked alone to the terrace, gazing at the Sicilian night.

Alexander looked deflated and Caspian whimpered, looking at Alexander to do something, but as soon as I sat on Carter, Kai came up behind me, his arms reaching around me to grasp onto Carter’s fur. “I won’t let you fall, sweetheart,” He whispered against my ear whilst looking at Alexander. “Watch yourself, Kai,” Alexander growled, taking a step towards us. There were still eyes watching us despite the guards trying to force everyone away and their chattering only got louder and louder as they watched us, the two princes, both with no lunas, fighting over a former criminal that barely anyone had heard of.

|HIS POV| Rowan Ellswick had been sitting beside her for twenty-two minutes. I knew because I had been counting from the moment the boy dropped into the library chair next to Eirlys with the specific ease of someone who had never once in his life considered that his presence might not be welcome. Sandy-haired, broad-supported, third year, family money from a dominion-adjacent trading network his father had built through connections my intelligence archive had already mapped to four different noble houses. Charming in the uncomplicated way of people who had been told they were charming often enough that it had become structural rather than performed.

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

Duke Johnathan answered. "What set him off? Why now? What is the endgame?" Johnny asked. "It seems Prince Aaron has become aware that he is not, by law, first in line to the throne. Owing to a previous marriage, his brother James is actually a legitimate heir," Bart answered. "Make no mistake, this is not a sightseeing mission. It's a declaration of war." "It's more than that. He doesn't just want to take Copia. He means to kill James," Emily said. "He feels cheated, betrayed, robbed. Aaron is in a bad place right now and James seems to be at the root of it all."

If that bastard laid one hand on HIS woman, he’d rip his freaking throat out and feed it to him. Kingston smirked, picturing Thiago out of their lives for good, when the door opened behind him and he turned, ready to take Romaine to the luncheon in the Grand Hall. The four men she’d met with stomped out of the room. “That annoying little girl… Is she the Princess, devoted to our monarchy, or is she a damn anarchist, up to destroy our order…? The nerve of her mouth… Can you believe it?” one of them said bitterly as he shook out his suit jacket.