Novels by Royality_author

Eric’s POV Aunt Greta told a story about my grandfather and his father. She said we were quite similar in many ways. Just like my father, we were both stubborn children. Grandfather fell in love as a kid while traveling with his father. Unfortunately, the girl in question was an ordinary Thai girl. She was beautiful, he said. His father wasn’t interested in creating such a connection. In times of war, a love that was supposed to bring people together instead created a rift between a father and a son. His father led to his first love’s death, and on his dying bed, he asked for forgiveness, but my grandfather refused. Aunt Greta wanted my help to convince my grandfather to visit his father’s grave. So here I am, standing in front of his door, hoping he would open up, since I have been coming for a week now. “Grandfather, you don’t need to act like this. I just want us to talk. This is your last warning.” No response from him. This was my only option. “If you don’t c

Philip's POV Everything feels like a dream. I'm trying hard to be friends with Eric, but it’s difficult, especially since he got married. He’s a changed man. He’s always smiling now. I heard he loves visiting Phoebe’s home country. The point is, he’s happy, and I’m just here in my office, drinking alcohol. We found out who attacked Eric—guess who? Rachael Li. I expected that. She’s unstable and needs help, which is why I sent her to a psychiatric hospital, since I’m technically her husband. But things are clear now. No hard feelings. She claims she has changed, and who am I to judge? I’ve changed too, but not entirely. I still lack the courage to confess and apologize to Diana for being a jerk. Six months should be enough to get my act together. "Ping!" "Who the hell is disturbing my..." I pause when I see who’s calling. "Diana," I mutter. I clear my throat and answer, "Diana." "Can we meet?" "Yeah..." "Someone wants to see you. Can you make it right now? I’m in front of th

A Few Hours Ago… Phoebe’s POV It was high time I faced my fears and made things right. I decided to visit my father. Mama accompanied me, and the moment we entered the police station, I asked her for some alone time with him. She nodded in agreement. I approached the officer at the front desk and politely asked to see my father. He directed me to the waiting area, where I took a seat and waited for him to be called. Soon enough, he appeared. He seemed to be doing well, smiling as he took his seat. “Is there something you need? You haven’t visited for a while now,” he said. “Been busy,” I replied. “Yeah, I can see that. You’re getting married.” “Huh!” I exclaimed, surprised. He chuckled softly. “Don’t be surprised. Your marriage to Eric is everywhere.” “Hmm. I just want you to listen. Will you do that for me?” He nodded. “I’m sorry.” “Huh?” “Don’t be surprised. It was bound to happen anyway,” I giggled. He chuckled again. “I’m sorry for being a bad father, for

Phoebe’s POV As expected of the most famous family in Singapore. Mr. Hong makes our unprepared marriage London to the public. Everywhere is flooded with the news of the number one bachelor’s marriage, ERIC HONG. It’s not easy being his soon to be bride. The hate is as equal as the love. People think king i don’t deserve to be with him. He is too precious for me. Catrina snaps at me interrupting my thoughts. “Girl where is your head. You can’t be distracted when you have a big wedding at hand. More importantly you are the bride” she points out. “Exactly” “Huh!”she exclaims. “What are talking about?” Ella asks. I sigh. “I haven’t you guys seen the hate comments on the news. No everywhere. It’s hard to be the bride when you are the only one who seems to be happy” I explain. They stare blankly at me with a frown. “I didn’t think you care about what others think about you?” “Me too, guess people do change” “That is not it. I feel like it’s being rushed. We are not

Phoebe’s POV Mama has all the reasons to be upset with me. I did tell her I was not having sex with Eric, and now it turns out I am pregnant. She keeps dragging me along. I don’t know where we are heading. She probably doesn’t know either. “Mama, mama, mama!” “What?!” She finally pauses and lets go of my hand to face me. “What? Do you have anything to say now?” “No I don’t, but I need to know where we are going l, we have been walking and it’s getting dark. We are a few steps away from the hospital I think it’s best we..” “No, we are not going back to that place. I know what you are trying to do here and it won’t work on me this time around” “Mama, listen please” “No, I am not going to listen to your lies anymore. I have had enough of you trying to act smart with me. Yes may not be the best mother in the world but, I did want you to end up like me. I am trying here Phoebe. I wish..” her voice breaking. “Mama,” I call, softly. “No don’t say a word. I am not done yet. You tol

Eric’s POV “Congratulations, you are pregnant,” hearing the doctor announce such news, my eyes widen. I can’t believe it. She is really pregnant. I blink, trying to grasp what he just revealed. Forgetting that I am not the only one surprised. “What!!!” “Doctor, you must be mistaken. There is no way my daughter would be pregnant. She hasn’t been with a man before, please do your checks well.” “Huh!” I exclaim, and Grandfather Hong and Aunt Greta exchange glances. They are in shock. The doctor is the most shocked. He glances at Phoebe and then to me. “Mama, calm down. It’s probably a mistake, right, doctor?” She winces at the doctor. Unfortunately, the doctor seems to be an honest man. He still insists on the fact that she is pregnant. Honestly, I have been hoping for such news. The last time we made love, I didn’t use a condom. She passed out, so she hardly remembered what happened after. And that is good news. She would probably have my neck if she finds out I am the cause

Ara's POVThe horse was faster than I thought. She moved quickly but carefully, fast enough to get me to the arena on time.She knew how important it was for me to get there.We were getting close. I could hear people cheering. The host was calling out the names of the final four.I wondered what he was thinking. Was he happy I wasn’t there?Did he want me to survive? Was he waiting for me?These thoughts rushed through my mind. I didn’t even realize we had reached the arena. Everyone looked shocked to see me on a horse.The alpha, Brago, stood up and pointed at me. Then I saw Sebastian. He looked right at me. He looked away for a second, but I didn’t take my eyes off him.“How did she make it through? She was supposed to be dead! How is this even possible?” I heard Freya say. She was the woman I had fought—she had almost killed me.“Calm down, Freya,” Franco said, holding her back.I stepped down from the horse, still glaring at her.“Finally, the five survivors have made it,” the ho

Present:Sebastian’s POV“Ahh!” I gasped as I woke up, my head spinning and vision blurry.“Seb, you’re finally awake,” I heard Gargath’s voice from a distance.I blinked. “Aye, are you alright?” His voice was clearer now.I looked up—he was standing in front of me. His voice trembled. He was worried.“W-What happened?” I asked.“You fainted. We brought you to your chambers. You need rest, so don’t—”I could hear him clearly now. My vision had returned. And suddenly, I remembered why we were here.It was the game. I had fainted because of the pain in my chest.I grabbed Gargath’s hand. “What about the game?”He hesitated. “Aye... it’s almost over.”“What about Ara—I mean, the red-haired?”He sighed and shook his head. I let go instantly.My chest felt heavy. No. It couldn’t be. She couldn’t be dead. We were connected.If she were dead, I’d be dead too. So she must be alive. Or... maybe she ran away.She used this chance to run. She tricked me. She left me—again.That—“Seb. Seb,” Garg

A man burst into Ragnor’s chamber, haggard and nearly out of breath.“My king, wake up!”The king stirred, annoyed by the intrusion. He turned, pulling the sheets over Hulda beside him.“How dare he wake me? What could be more important than my rest?” he growled.The man dropped to his knees, bowing low. “Forgive me, my king, but there is urgent news.” His eyes flicked toward Hulda, who had pulled the sheet from her head and now sat up.Ragnor noticed the glance and stood, covering himself. He stormed over and grabbed the man by the neck.“You fool! You dare lay your eyes—!”But before he could finish, the chamber doors slammed open again. More men entered, swords drawn—aimed not at Ragnor, but at Hulda.Ragnor let go of the man and turned sharply.“What is the meaning of this?!” he barked.One warrior stepped forward. “My king, stay away from her. She carries ill intentions toward you.”Ragnor’s face twisted with fury. “What madness is this?! Who dares accuse her?! You enter my room w

Past.. 1000 AD Notice: Sensual content ahead, read with caution. Hulda faced off her enemies head on. She fought vigorously and defeated many of the participating. After long battle. Hee emerged victorious. King Ragnor couldn’t hold back his excitement. Finally no one could come between them. They could finally be together. No options, since she won the heart of them audience. VIKRON… King Ragnor’s room. The torches flickered low in the royal room of king Ragnor. Casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of spiced wine and the heady perfume of desire. King Ragnor permitted for the servants to service his room. Make it look attractive and surreal. The servants did as they were told. Collected the finest perfumes and wolves skins. The wooden bed covered in fur. White. He stood by the arched window, his broad frame silhouetted against the moonlight, his green eyes emitting such eagerness. His heart pounding as the heavy w

The horse kept talking about remembering and stuff i couldn’t comprehend. His voice unfamiliar, feminine. His gaze unnervingly still watched me with eyes too knowing to belong to an animal. "Remember your past, Ara. That is the only way to win Sebastian Knight’s heart." he said like he knew my purpose of being in the game. I wondered. “How did..” “As I said earlier, I am here to help nothing more. You need to remember the memories you have chosen to forget” Its voice was smooth, like wind through the trees, yet it sent a shiver down my spine. I blinked hard, squeezing my eyes shut. “This must be a dream” I muttered to myself. This is a dream. It has to be. When I opened them again, the horse hadn’t moved. “What memories, are you in my dream or maybe I am still dreaming” “Listen to me I don’t have much time Ara” He knew my name and called it once more. “I am here to help” “I don’t even believe in you,” I muttered, more to myself than to it. The horse exhaled, a sound al

In the ash-gray dawn, wind whispered through the trees like spirits speaking in lost tongues. “We need to split,” Franco whispered. “I disagree,” Rose said, eyes sharp. “Same here,” Ara nodded, her voice low like thunder before the storm. But their words shattered, for steel clashed ahead—two groups, charging, roaring, blades singing. The fight was wild. Not one soul gave ground. They fought like beasts. But one side had to break. One did. When the blood mist cleared, only three walked from the wreck—silent, breathless. Franco, Rose, and Ara watched, horror in their eyes. Franco once held a sword like a king held a crown. But those days were behind. He had crawled to Brago’s side, left battle for politics, and now his blade arm was slow, soft. He would not survive hand-to-hand. “They failed, like the others,” a voice rang. Freda. She stepped through smoke and bone, flanked by wolves—Alphas and Betas, fierce, fanged, loyal. Ara raised her hand, gesturing to Rose a