Tu Mi Princesa Hermosa Novels & Stories

] His hand reached out to cup her bruised cheek, running a finger over her swollen bottom lip he moved closer leaning down to brush his lips softly over hers, ‘Sarò sempre lì per te, mia piccola Bella. Non l'hai ancora capito? Ti amo, mia coraggiosa principessa mafiosa.’ [I will always be there for you my little Bella. Haven’t you figured it out yet? I love you my brave Mafia Princess.] Alcina did not hear any more of his words she was in his arms and kissing him so fiercely words were not needed, ‘Ti amo da morire, mio principe mafioso.’ [I love you to my Mafia Prince.]

My pace reduced when I entered the room and my eyes blinked straight at the two men seated in the room. To left with Almond Yuturo who rose to his feet the moment he set his eyes on me. And to the right was... My heart missed a beat and I froze on the spot. He was dressed so casually and had a bandage wrapped around his head. There was a small smile on his face as he bowed his head, "Princess, I'm happy to see you again" Almond Yuturo stylishly kicked his foot and whispered but I could hear, "It's Queen now. Her Highness"

“He’s a varsity basketball player, an academic and athletic scholar, plays guitar, sings… He’s everything. Like, he’s Mr. Everything, and I’m Ms. Everything. Perfect, right?” I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “What’s funny?” she pouted, adjusting the burette. “Sorry. You just sound like you can’t live without him.” “Of course! He’s like my oxygen,” she said dramatically, then suddenly scoffed. “But seriously, he’s not the only guy on earth. I can still find someone who’ll actually notice me and treat me right. He’s handsome, sure, but no one dares get close to him. He’s… kind of evil.”

We ascended the small hill, and there it was. The city below, glinting like a thousand small stars. The entire skyline stretched on forever, the lights twinkling like something out of a dream. "Whoa…" she panted, taking a breath. "It's beautiful." This is." my place," I admitted softly. "My sister. Ciara. she spoke about it day and night. Said it was some sort of magic world that no one else had ever found. When she died, I sought it out. Took months. And when I finally found it. it was just as she said it would be."

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

"Before you're allowed to deal cards, you'll scrub every inch of this casino floor clean. That's how we do things here. Don't like it? Get lost!" Mattia ground his teeth and slowly crouched down to wipe the nauseating mess. At 10:00 am, I walked in to a chorus of "Good morning, Principessa". Just as I headed for the stairs, the manager called out to Mattia, who was still scrubbing the floor. "You there! Take this fruit plate up to the VVIP suite on the second floor. The Principessa is entertaining an important guest!" Mattia's body went rigid. He picked up the tray and climbed the stairs along the VIP corridor he knew by heart.

Fucking asshole. “Really? He doesn’t look like any prince I’ve seen before.” “Well, we all can’t look like Prince Charming, now can we?” I said, taking the little girl into my arms. She instantly wrapped her tiny arms around my neck. “What’s your name?” “Luca.” “Wuca, you promise to bring Greenwee?” “Yes, princess. I promise. I won’t come back without her.” I walked over to the couch and sat down with Talia in my lap. “Talia, can you do something for me, princess?”

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

The sound of his voice brought sweet shivers down her spine, and the butterflies in her stomach erupted. “Let’s go in,” he continued as he hooked her hand through his and escorted her into hall. Tequila was drunk on his appearance and chars for a minute that she forgot that she absolutely abhorred him, and all that he did. Uthman, the King, looked so handsome in his cream attire, and his scent was just to die for, If not that they were in public, Tequila was ready to rest on Uthman’s shoulder. “How is our little Prince doing?” Uthman, the King, asked her as he led her to his table.

my father state then bid his goodbye saying he has something important to do before hanging up. I quickly went to Xavier's profile and saw his latest post. It was a photo of us taken by Carolyn yesterday. He had his arms around my waist and we were looking at each others eyes. I then turned my attention to the caption and read it. It says "La bella cara mia" what does that even mean. Now I regret not taking that Italian lesson. Liking the post I went to read the comments. Well it was posted ten minutes ago and the comments and like is unsurprisingly many. Well he is famous like come on his one of the riches and good looking bachelor in the world. He's also all over the Italian magazine. It w