Novel & Cerita Príncipe/princesa

“You have a visitor, sir.” “I’m not expecting anyone at this moment. And Storm might be stuck in traffic.” “Sir, it’s a prince.” A what now? Then a well-built blond in a black suit walked in. “May I present, His Royal Highness, Prince Camren Thayer Aleksei Keoni Gattewarde Braynburd of Triberis Capria.” “That’s a mouthful, Lud,” That must be the Prince in a well-tailored blue suit and light purple tie dismissing the blond, his protective detail.

prince:- you are here, you won't let me die that what I feel if I find hope or another reason to keep going it worth living, I feel like old again, but I am disappointed. blue soul:- what are you meaning, you are disappointed master, did my answer show how curiosity or are you against my point of view. prince:- first tell me what is your gender, your voice is sounded like a male. he got confused he stands up. blue soul:- master I don't have gender because I can transform into everything, except human. prince:- I want to hug my beautiful prince, not by male, I don't have a thing for male and when if I am with a girl don't you think it romantic rather than a male.

Anda smiled and The girl sitting beside her scoffed. "Hi..I'm An....Miranda Don Costa" Anda smiled at her. "Pristine..my name is Pristine" She said. "I'm engaged to the prince.we haven't been introduced yet" Anda put a spoonful of rice into her mouth. "Miranda" The Queen Called. "I'm the King's Mistress, The Thirteenth,They know me as the Thirteenth." Pristine smiled. Everyone froze and Anda continued eating. "I thought we established the fact that Improper things will not be spoken about while we are eating" The Queen glared at Pristine.

she replied. He burst into laughter startling some of the warriors on their horses and those manning the horse-drawn cart with the supplies. “Why do you hate your name so?” Said the Prince. “It’s…too formal…for someone like me,” she admitted. “Too formal?” He said. “Too formal for a young lady with land and a fine home to her name who rides with Princes and…” “Stop,” she said. He glanced back at her, raising his eyebrows. She tried her hardest not to cry. She took a deep breath and maintained her composure.

Princes are higher born than Dukes, even ones that do not live in the royal court. Malcolm wasn’t the only person who gave me a bad vibe. There were also the triplets Adrian, Aldon, and Abel. They looked like fashion models and were so similar that I would never have been able to tell who was who. The moment we met I felt Roman tense and move closer to me. They kissed my hand and one of them Aldon or Abel, licked the inside of my wrist. I don’t know if they were trying to be seductive or attempting to taste the virgin, but I screamed and yanked my hand away.

His tactic is threating me. An idiot would think that pulling out Leslie's business card was an "accident." The farewell is brief. Salvador leaves first behind one of the mysterious men, and the last man follows behind. Alejandro slowly exits the room, but not before stopping and pivoting towards me. "Some of us have started calling you a name," his hand runs over his beard, then stays below his mouth. "Not a nasty name, but I think it suits you." He says the name effortlessly and smoothly—El Príncipe. I ask him what the name means.

But maybe, there were more princes? "How about the princes? How many are there?" Roselle asked Elijah. Even though Romeo was sitting next to her, she preferred asking Elijah. Apart from the fact that Elijah was so easy to speak with, almost giving off the same vibe she got from both Fay and Tina, Roselle also thought that this way, she could avoid getting close to Romeo – especially avoiding those bewitching eyes of his. "There's only two, my lady." The butler said. "The Crown Prince and His Highness Romeo."

She added shyly. "Your Majesty, I'd appreciate it if you could call me Andres." The prince spoke. The queen blinked in surprise. That was definitely a nickname she hadn't heard before. And certainly not directed at her. "Oh," She muttered confusedly. "I apologize, but it' just that I haven't heard you use that title before." "Well, that makes two of us." He noted amusedly. The queen gave him a curious glance. "Why is that?" She asked curiously. "Because it's new." The young man responded with a shrug.

“His Highness Prince Ethan Theo Azrael Hezekiah von Clandestine and his partner, Her Highness Princess Althea Rin Eurydice Brielle von Clandestine, has arrived.” Dio watched the third princess and the sixth prince, who were both in the higher year, enter the hall. They were wearing golden-colored attires that emphasized their status as imperial children. He thought that they really went all out and outshined the only child of the empress with their outfit.

I spout out in defeat. WORLD TRANSLATION < > Il Mio bel Principe < >my handsome prince < >Cosa c'è di sbagliato in te? < >What is wrong with you?