Novel & Cerita Princess Michael Of Kent Books

“Well, all know about the true royals, the descendants of the moon Goddess. We all thought they were killed during the war twenty years ago. But that was not the case as second prince Michael came back to us. I know you are wondering why he is not the one taking the crown now.” He paused looking at the crowd. “Well, I will let the prince tell you the reasons himself. Prince Michael everyone.” The crowd cheer as my father took the podium. “Good morning, everyone, I am prince Michael of the Malraux kingdom. Second son of the late king Solomon. I survived the war back then because I had the tendency of taking night runs and it save me that day.” He paused.

Everyone gasps at her insensitivity and arrogance. And then it dawned on me that Michaela had actually turned eighteen a few months ago. In the kingdom, a great celebration was held to honor her but none of us ordinary wolves were invited. She must have found out about my brother a week later when she came to visit my mother on the Queen's orders. ‘MATE,' David Gorgio exclaimed at the sight of the princess, his eyeballs jet black with lust. The dark hairs of his wolf appear on his face as his breath falters. But then the unexpected happens.

I added, and he smiled, wider this time. That was right. From the report that I had read, Prince Michael was a playboy, hopping from one female to another, an absolute heartbreaker. When the council pressured him into settling down, since he was the crown Prince, he'd adamantly refused to get married. Instead, probably to reassure them all, he had gone ahead and chosen two she-wolves, beautiful royal-borns, and signed them as his uncrowned princesses. They weren't his official princess, and in the future, none of them would become the Queen since they didn't get that official status.

Michaela incited him. “It will be my greatest pleasure for the rest of my life, amore mio grande. (Ita for ‘my greatest love’)” ******************** A few months after, Principessa (Ita for ‘Princess’) Victoria Elizabeth Anne Marie di Montbéliard came into the world with her mother’s hazelnut hair and her father’s set of lungs. At least that’s what Michaela said. “She’s perfect. Just like her mamma,” Maxim whispered, bending over to kiss both of his women.

She had done nothing wrong, nor did she deserve such harsh treatment. The princess jumped slightly as the metal door opened, forcefully returning her to reality. Michael slowly walked into the small cell, his black eyes locking on her. Elika took a shaky breath as she moved her hands away from her neck, silently watching as Michael approached the bed. She lifted her good leg towards her chest, glancing around the bare cell nervously. Michael ran a hand through his short brown hair, adjusting his blue denim jacket as he crouched in front of the princess. Instead of armour, Michael wore a plain black shirt and jeans; his smile casual. Elika hesitantly lifted her eyes to her uncle’s comrade, pu

“Your mom is not more of a princess than you, Miss Melody. You’re a princess, and she’s more like a ….” “Michael?” his father warned. “A queen,” Michael said emphatically. “I was just gonna say queen.” Melody laughed. “What did you think he was going to say?” “You never know,” Reid replied, shaking his head. “Queen is fine.” “I’m a princess, huh?” Melody asked, turning to face the little boy. “And does that make you my prince?” “Nope,” Michael replied, smiling at her sheepishly. “My dad.” Melody felt herself blushing and promptly turned around. She had inadvertently set him up for that one—but she had no idea what to say.

The frustration in his words had been evident, even though he’d tried super hard to mask it. I stared now at Keren, who was ahead of me, trying to pick out a book from her shelf. I closed the distance between us and watched her pick one out with a pink and white cover, which, well… matched the color and atmosphere of the room. “Should I read it to you?” She nodded, lying on her back on the bed. I covered her gently with the duvet and took a seat on a rounded, embroidered ottoman. The title of the book was The Princess Baby. I smiled at the eyes wide open honey pie in front of me and began reading, as slowly as I could.

"I want to be like Princess Lily, Mom. I want to be strong and brave, just like you and Dad." Tessa brushed a gentle kiss on Michael's forehead, her eyes misty with emotion. "And you will be, my sweet boy. Each one of you has the heart of a prince or princess, filled with kindness and love. No matter what challenges you face, always remember that love will guide you."

Michael notices her impatience and clutches her hand to try to calm her down. "Princess, my house, my rules, now can you please calmly tell me what's going on?" Sir Carlo inquired with a serious face while he hesitated to eat his dinner. Christina darts at Michael who gives a sign to her to tell her uncle Carlo the truth. "Michael's mother's house has been burnt down by unknown people, so we need to get there ." She replied in an unhurried voice.

Looking Elaine up and down, eyeing her offered hand in particular, a smile spread across Odette's face as she reached out and shook the hand of the Princess. It wasn't exactly the gruesome results she had been looking forward to, but it was only a matter of time before the lives of everyone Elaine knew would be torn apart.