The Prince Stellaris Romane & Geschichten

My princess. “Primus Thelonius Majere, Prince of Luxandra, and Carnelia Majere, Princess Consort of Luxandra, you may now claim each other, united as one.” As our lips touch, nothing else matters. Not the past nor the battles ahead. In this one perfect moment, it is only us.

I wanna see who the Emperor is! The voice of the Announcer sounds out once more; “Bow in reverence and offer your most loyal greetings to the Royal Family! The first princess and current Regent Empress, Princess Rosalina De Lunarius Devereaux! The second Prince, Prince Theobald de Lunarius Devereaux! The third prince, Prince Gorge De Lunarius Devereaux, The fourth prince, Lukas De Lunarius Devereaux!” Finally, a deep vice carries through the ballroom;

“And daughters.” Lisa’s face crumpled instantly. “No.” “Our kingdom has always secured peace through royal marriage offerings,” I whispered. “And this century… they chose me.” Lisa immediately shook her head. “Then let them take gold instead!” “They won’t,” Father said hoarsely from behind us. “They specifically demanded a royal bride this century.” Lisa opened her mouth to argue, but I stepped closer to her, my gaze fierce. "Lisa! The prince isn't just a scary story. He is the Commander of the entire realm's army. He has never lost a single war. If we give them an excuse for war, he will lead the slaughter himself."

Maxus smiling: Calm down, my dear; if you want to know something, I am glad to be your librarian here. First, my name is Maxus. I am twenty-five years old. I have fifty-nine brothers; all of them are boys. We do not have girls. The people of the kingdom give birth to females, but in very small numbers, and girls from the people of the kingdom all work in the castle without exception, and they are not allowed to marry outside the kingdom. We do not marry strangers, but only marry them. I am the sixth prince among my brothers and the first candidate to rule the kingdom after the current king. We do not wait for the death of the king to inherit the rule. Rather, they are periods of time. Each

I also need to figure out why they surfaced around these guys and I need to make sure they don’t arise ever again. “Sorry, given the commotion earlier, let me formally introduce myself, I am Prince Eric Wood,” he says, as I just look at him, “Not Prince like you are thinking. We preside over territories and try to keep the peace between immortals and humans. There are a few of us all over the world, and there used to be Kings and Queens too, but they became too power-hungry, so instead, territories were formed and Princes were chosen to preside over them.” The power and history in this room amazed me. The things that they have seen and experienced must be novel-worthy. “Now I understand why

exclaimed Sasha, nearly leaping out of her seat. "You know them?" innocently asked Luna as Sasha whipped her head toward the shorter girl, an expression of incredulousness displayed on her face. "How can you not know about them!? They're like super famous that even a village girl like me knows about them! That's Prince Zain, aka, the prodigy warrior prince, whose skills are unrivaled, not to mention his nickname is Dungeon Prince, Bearer of three Mysticals. While that girl next to him is the shining crown jewel princess of Rigel, who is spoken highly of across the Starry Galaxy. Praised for not only her selfless character, sense of justice, and intelligence, but of how she was chosen by a St

Translation Aftí eínai to κορίτσι του πρίγκιπα --- She's the Prince's girl Moiázei me tous dýo týpous tous ---- She doesn't look like their type of girl. Αυτός που αντιπροσωπεύει τον ήλιο--- The one that represents the sun.

He hasn't noticed me yet but his breathing has increased signaling that he knows that I am in his room. Taking a deep breath, I stood up while raising the curtain in the process and coming face to face with the prince. He had a frown on his face and his green eyes with a blend of somewhat yellow and somewhat gold were blazing with one emotion I can easily identify. I have seen that emotion on Alee recently. Anger!

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.