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“I guess the prince is just like that.” “No, he is not,” Gabriel replies sternly. His face burns with seriousness. “It is the first time he did such a thing.” “Really?” “I have been by the prince’s side since we were young. We grew up together and we see each other as friends. He is not the type of person who would mess with other people. Instead, he is the type of person who would do anything in his power to make things better and make everyone happy. He is the epitome of perfection,” Gabriel’s eyes light up. “Intelligent, handsome, kind, and talented, he is the future of this kingdom. And you are the first person he pranked.”

The prince changed the topic and said, "I just feel that your methods are too weak. You are so weak that you are not worth mentioning at all, okay? You make me very speechless! This little ability is only worthy of being crushed by me! No more!" "What?" As soon as these words were spoken, everyone exploded into rage! The prince was too arrogant and too conceited. He actually said that he could crush them. He really didn't take them seriously!

Soon, Prince Lydon became the Prince of Britain as well. Prince Mharl called Princess Sharl using a private phone that no one knew except one of his royal staff. With a royal glass of wine, Prince Mharl was in deep conversation with Princess Sharl. The following night, several of his ex-girlfriends and even no-status girls in his life called. “Your highness, actually I am supposed to be in my engagement. Planned to get married to Prince Lydon, but the palace you know did something in advance to tell the public.”

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

she replied as she gets a cup and fills it with a caramel latte. I laughed. “What’s the use of the internet? Search for it,” I suggested. She scratched her left eyebrow and give the cup to the girl who’s standing in front. “That’s the problem. We only know him by his name, but we don’t know how he looks like. He has no pictures on the internet.” Mysterious. “What’s his name?” “Prince Damian. He’s the crown prince, next to the throne. The future King of Denmark. A year older than us, taking up Business Ad—same us yours. But he may be in the higher year. Who knows? Or maybe he just got his masters or what.”

Hearing that, someone said in an instant, “Hmph, what's so great about the Beelzebub prince? I’m the prince of the black turtle royal family.” “25 million, it’s mine.” However, a voice was heard at this time. “This is Roy Shell. Please do me this favor. 30 million.” Hearing this voice, many people fell silent. Although they were all princes, Roy Shell was a mayor of a big city, so the resources he could deploy were not something they could compete with. At this time, an indifferent voice was heard. “31 million.” It was none other than Philip. He was not interested at first, but he did not expect to see Roy, so he wanted to do something.

“Today’s theme is 'Modern Royalty'. The first look is a dark velvet coat with satin slacks. The shoot will start in fifteen. We've already briefed the lighting and backdrop team.” I didn’t respond. She led me to the makeup room where two artists were waiting. I sat in the chair and let them go to work. Brushes grazed my cheeks. Someone dabbed concealer under my eyes. My brain tuned out everything. My body was there, but my mind wasn’t. It kept circling back to him. That stupid, quiet, tender human. The one I shoved away. The one who never shoved back. By the time makeup was done, I stood and changed into the outfit. A deep navy velvet coat, tailored and rich against the skin. I looked like a

By the bored look she gives me, I think that was very unnecessary, "What the fuck is that, about Leopoldo, that guy? Can you explain? What is going on? Why are they offering so much money?" "That is Prince Leopoldo, he is the Alpha of Pack Garibaldi, but he ran away around three months ago. We believe he's hiding around here," she says, but the words are hitting me like gunshots to the head. Prince? Pack? Alpha? Those are werewolf words, "His family is looking for him." His family. His werewolf family? Fuck me in the fucking ass. "H-how would that work, if someone finds him?" I ask, gulping again in stress. The werewolf narrows her eyes at me.

A shiny formal suit from the Dior brand with one hand in his pocket, his eyes squinting straight ahead a Christopher mansion in front of his eyes. "Take out all the gifts I bought," Prince ordered his personal driver. Prince Dawson Mardison the eldest son of Marvel Mardison and Diandra Paisley Mardison. A handful of the richest billionaires in New York, and Prince has known Christopher's family quite well because Kenneth Christopher's wife is good friends with his mother. They came from the same division, when they were still working as secret agents. "Prince you've come." Prince approached and hugged the woman's body whose height was up to his chest. "Mrs. Christopher how are you?" said Pri

You aren't giving me any attention rather it seems Zamiel is your fiance? Hey are you jealous???