A Royal Christmas Crush Novels & Stories

"My favorite team has a bout tonight. It's actually a double header, but I wanted to go to see High Rollers battle it out against Bone Breakers." "I take it you're a High Rollers fan?" She blushed a warm shade of embarrassment, and her eyes softened in the cutest way. "Actually, I'm a Grim D. Mise fan. She happens to be a High Roller." "What's a Grim D. Mise? Keep in mind, I know nothing about roller derby."

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He said and I froze, in shock. My eyes were wide and I couldn't believe my ears. Did that mean my crush wanted me all to himself? My heart drummed in my chest at that thinking. I felt butterflies in my tummy but in the end, I knew I couldn't just come to that conclusion. "Do we have a deal?" Damien asked and I swallowed. All three conditions will only make me get closer to him. He was my uncle but I had a secret crush on him. But then he was too handsome and classy to let go of my crush on him.

Everyone began to loudly utter their discontentment as they were clearly displeased with how a humble peasant could dare undergo the Frostking's trials and not arrived at the ball to demonstrate his abilities. Sidastir found that this was the most entertaining event that occurred throughout the evening and would just interrupt the troll, who had taken it upon himself to continue roaring out the name and tell him to announce the following participant when the door was flung open. All fell silent while a young man strode with hasty steps towards the throne. His skin was jet black, and so were his eyes, while his hair hung loosely from his head and fell all the way to the waist. His hair was pu

“It’s been a madhouse since Bennet…Prince Bennet crashed his racecar. Did you hear about that?” “Of course.” Even in America, it was big news when a member of a royal family almost died, especially if it was due to some daredevil sport like racing. “How is your patient?” “Maddening.” His cheerful tone belied his words. “He’s also managed to chase off the second physical therapist just this morning. That’s two in three weeks.” “Impressive.” When the Marine looked up, she gave him a smile before turning a slight bit more from him. “He sounds like a spoiled brat.”

She revealed while I chuckled, shaking my head. "Sounds serious." I let out while trying to hide the fact that I had already figured she had a massive crush on the boss. "It is serious and I’ve had a hopeless crush on him since my first week," Olivia confessed while I heaved a sigh of relief. I was glad she said it herself and I don’t have to keep up the pretense for longer. "But he doesn’t even know I exist. He’s all professional and mysterious. It’s frustrating in the sexiest way.

But I couldn't. How stupid was I? He was a prince, the brother of the king. Not only was he entitled to royalty, he was suppose to marry a princess or someone of higher status than I. And as handsome as he was, I guess it was easy to have any girl he could admire. Me falling in love with him was out of the question. Plus I wasn't ready to have a heartbreak or go through the pain that Paula had gone through. "Lauren," He called loudly startling me.

Zion regretted it as soon as he said it. Roy wasn’t the type to curse people out. Not even for Winter’s sake. But then, to Zion’s surprise, Roy’s fingers moved across the screen. “Chris Xander is a bastard.” Zion froze. So Roy did know how to curse. Winter lifted her eyes and glanced at the phone screen. The corner of her mouth tugged faintly, and she gave a weak smile. Roy suppressed a cough deep in his throat. His grip tightened around the handle of his cane as he forced himself to stay upright. Then he hooked a chair with the cane and pulled it to the bedside.

Victor was excited. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Victor. This party is incredible. Jake knows how to throw a celebration!" I looked very sincere. We exchanged smiles, my connection to him growing stronger with each passing moment. "Absolutely! Come on, let's grab some drinks and hit the dance floor. It's time to celebrate!" "But I just had one not too long ago." "Did you finish it?" I shook my head. "We are going to get a drink." The dominance and possessiveness in his voice made me grow softer and my crush on him reached a much higher level.

For a moment, it felt like everything might break open. But before anything could happen, before we could take one more step, the palace alarm chimed softly from the hallway. A royal news. We both froze. A voice rang through the hallway, clear and formal: “Attention. The wedding ceremony of Crown Prince Adrian will take place in three weeks. Official information will follow.” My blood turned cold. He turned white. I looked at him. “You knew about this?” He shook his head too fast. “No. I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.”