Novels by Kyra

100. All yours, Princess...Morning arrived softly. No alarms. No notifications.Just the quiet kind of light that slipped through the curtains without asking permission, settling across the room in warm, unhurried strips.Dahlia felt it before she fully woke. The warmth. The weight of the arm that was resting loosely on the waist. The steady rhythm of breathing that didn't belong to her. She stayed exactly where she was. Eyes still close. Half asleep, half awake. For a brief, peaceful moment, she just listened. Then...the memories flooded in. The sequence of it all. The call. The dinner. The ruined cake. The movie. And the necklace resting quietly against her skin. His voice, low enough to become part of the silence.'May I finally kiss Your Highness?'A smile tugged unconsciously at the corner of her lips.Then came the kiss.Soft. Gentle. Careful.Until somehow it wasn't. The memory alone was enough to make something flutter quietly inside her chest all over again. She wasn

99. One final thing...By the time Dahlia stepped out of the shower, Lucien was already done with his.Freshly changed, he waited in the upstairs living room, everything already prepared. The lights had been dimmed. The wide television was already on, the crimson Netflix 'N' glowing boldly against the black screen. A bowl of popcorn rested on the center table with two wine glasses and a bottle of wine. "Hey" Dahlia said softly from the doorway. Lucien turned, his eyes catching her in that instant. For one suspended moment, all he could do was look. Dahlia just stood there, wrapped in one of his linen shirts which stopped somewhere above her knee. Dahlia caught his gaze and quickly rushed to explain. "I couldn't find anything else" she managed. Without waiting for a reply—if there even was one— she rounded the two-seater sofa where he was already seated and sat. "So..." she said, reaching for the bowl of popcorn in front of her, "...what are we watching?"She grabbed a handful of

98. The Best Kind of Perfect. By the time they reached the living room, Dahlia's head had somehow found its way back to the crook of Lucien's neck, seeking quiet refuge there.His scent drifted into her senses once again—dark woods softened by a faint trace of espresso, warm and unmistakably him. It wrapped around her so effortlessly that she had to resist the ridiculous urge to murmur something against his neck... or worse, leave another bite there.Her fingers tightened slightly around him."We're here," Lucien said softly.Dahlia lifted her head from his shoulder.She didn't look around.Not immediately.Her eyes found his first.For a fleeting moment, neither of them spoke. Neither of them seemed to know how.Lucien answered her silent gaze with a small, almost shy smile before carefully lowering her onto her feet. His hands lingered just long enough to make sure she was steady, easing away with the same care he'd carried her with—as though somewhere along the way he'd decided sh

97. Let's Go Then, PrincessDinner passed far more easily than either of them had expected.Conversation drifted effortlessly between them, sometimes settling into comfortable silence, sometimes giving way to laughter that seemed to surprise them both.Lucien, however, had become strangely occupied with one particular task.He kept adding food to Dahlia's plate with the same unwavering concentration he usually reserved for business projects, completely oblivious to the fact that she'd been watching him for the better part of two minutes."I'm about to explode," Dahlia finally said.Lucien paused halfway through serving another spoonful and looked up. "Hmm?"Dahlia pouted before glancing pointedly at his own plate. "You aren't having anything?"Lucien followed her gaze to the barely touched meal in front of him before looking back at her. "It's your birthday.""Exactly." Dahlia sighed dramatically as she set her spoon down. "It's my birthday, not fattening day."A smile tugged at Lucie

96. Just...perfect."I knew it," Dahlia muttered under her breath as she turned slightly away from him. "I told Kim this was a little too much."It took Lucien another heartbeat to remember he was supposed to speak."No," he said softly. "This is just perfect."Dahlia's hand tightened around her handbag. "Well..." she let out a nervous laugh. "Fucking manners" Lucien whispered under in his breath, hands tightening once at his side. He recovered just enough to step aside, one hand extending toward the entrance."Come on in" he said. Dahlia looked at him, catching the soft glow on his face, which seemed tanner than she remembered some nights ago. Her gaze drifted over the linen shirt that hugged his frame before realization quietly settled.It was from the brand she'd mentioned during one of their meetings weeks ago."Dahlia" His voice, warm and amused, pulled her back.She had been staring longer than she intended."Oh..." She blinked, heat rushing into her cheeks.They entered the h

95. The evening of Seventeen The evening arrived the way it always did, washing the sky in soft streaks of purple and orange. Inside the penthouse, Kimberly stood a step behind Dahlia, studying her reflection with the critical eye of someone determined to get every last detail right."The makeup is subtle enough," Kimberly announced with satisfaction as she took a step back, finally giving Dahlia room to look at herself properly.Dahlia leaned in slightly toward the vanity mirror, studying her reflection from one angle before tilting her head the other way. Her fingers hovered uncertainly near her cheek, as though expecting to find something out of place.Her brows drew together."Isn't this..." she hesitated, "a little too much?"Kimberly let out an exaggerated sigh."Dahlia.""Hm?""You've been looking at yourself for the past five minutes trying to find a problem that doesn't exist."Dahlia pursed her lips."I don't know...""You look perfect.""I do?""You do."Kimberly rested bo