Novelas y relatos de Princess Micah

“It’s not too late to fix this. Let the princesses go, and I can talk to the Kings about letting you come back with me. We can rule over our pack together. Just like Mother and Father wanted.” Mason snapped his gaze to Micah. “Who cares what they want? They’re dead,” Mason snapped. “I’m tired of losing people who care for me. You might not have seen it, but Melania cared. She brought love back into my life, Micah. Something not even you could do. So, I’m bringing her back, and there’s nothing you can say that will-Argh!” Mason suddenly falls to the ground. Micah ran to him, watching as Mason’s body flickered. Micah’s first thought was Xenia.

“You have come after many years. I should entrain you said the demon Prince. “save the entertainment, I came for business” said Micah. “Are you scared of dying” said the don Prince chuckling. He was deriving pleasure from everything that had been going on and if Micah gave him the Chance, he would anger him.“stop this already "said Micah. “ I won't,my assassin is ready to start her mission you see "said the demon Prince grinning.“who is she? Asked a puzzled Micah. “ hello Micah " came a femine voice from behind him.

It covered something large that she couldn't see. "What is this?" "My family's heirloom," Micah said with excitement. "How did it get here?" "I stole it from my brothers," he beamed. Hazel smiled at his antics and eagerly eyed the structure as Micah snatched the clothes away but as soon as it came off, her heart froze. "We call him Raglan. The prince of death."

Meanwhile, Micah worked hard as a section leader after getting promoted twice. One year after, I got Crowned as the Queen of my kingdom, creating history as the first female omega to hold the throne. The same year, there was a minor rebel in a district that Micah calmed down with his fellow colleagues. He managed it so well that I promoted him from Section Leader to Section Commander. ~.~ "No more kids. Look at this stomach." I poke at my stomach in front of the mirror. "You look cuter now," Micah says. He gets down from the bed and walks toward me. And the next thing I know, he carries me across the room like I am a potato sack. Then he spins me around.

Micah studied her sister silently before sighing. "So this is why you refuse to come?" "Do not feign ignorance," Berth retorted sharply. "I have spoken. I am staying." Micah knew the futility of further argument. Micah knew how stubborn her sister could be; she didn't have an ounce of care and would do whatever she pleased. It was no use standing here and wasting her time trying to convince her; she turned around to leave, but then an idea formed in her head. "I heard," she said casually, "that a prince may pass through the village today in his royal carriage. Would you not wish to see him?""

The one I had told my assistant to give to Sera several days ago. My breath hitched. "Karen? What are you doing here? Where is Sera?" A sneer twisted her beautiful face. "I'm a Grant, too, Macro. Don't you think I'm a better choice? This way, you don't have to break the engagement, and you can get rid of my troublemaking sister for good." "The engagement is with Sera! Where is she?!" Karen's smile vanished, replaced with a smirk. "She left. Took a fat check from my father and sold her place to me. Just like her, right? All she cares about is money. She never cared about you."

“Yes! You’re a traitor! You turned your back on Mazifik! And now you’re going to get exactly what you deserve!” “My dear Lady Oriana.” Zachary mused with a soft but cold laugh. Monica stood over to me with a hateful sneer on her face. “Did you know that Karen is the Crown Princess of Mazifik?” Oriana looked from Zachary to me as a look of surprise settled over her. “W-what?!” She stammered. “That can’t be true! She’s just a servant!”

she said, her voice sounding like a royal but also like she was truly worried. He turned to her, standing very straight. "Princess Anne." "This is a truly bad thing that has happened, Captain," Annie said, making her eyebrows go down like she was very worried. "Isla... just to disappear like this. Do you have any idea, any small thought, about what might have happened?"

On the night of Lovers' Eve, war beacons blazed along the frontier. The enemy pressed toward the border, and Avington Pass hung on the brink of collapse. I, Russ Denton, wrote through the night, sending an urgent letter to the capital to beg my wife for reinforcements. She was Clarisse Kaylock, the Princess Royal, the only person in all of Millington who could lead the iron cavalry to break the siege. Her reply was frantic in every word. "Don't be afraid, Russ. I'm coming." Yet three days passed. Beacon smoke blotted out the sky beyond the pass, the city ran out of arrows and food, and still no reinforcements came. I knelt on the ground with a broken spear, drenched in blood, and sent pi

"And..." "...his women." Valeria's eyebrows drew together. "You think Luca will want Isabella simply because she belonged to Lorenzo?" Don Rossi nodded confidently. "It happens all the time." "Power intoxicates people." "Especially new kings." "They become greedy." "They convince themselves that everything the former ruler possessed now belongs to them." He smiled again. "If Luca truly sees himself as the new Mafia King..." "...then sooner or later..." "...he'll want Lorenzo's greatest prize." "Isabella."