Best Romance Persona 5 Royal Novels & Stories

Zarek got up, almost moved to them but didn’t. "Pardon my manners. I didn’t see you guys," he said sweetly, though I could pick up the distant mockery. "Prince..." "It's Crown Prince, or Your Highness," he corrected Nikolai. Nikolai stiffened. "...Your Highness," he said reluctantly. Smart move. Using his title to assert dominance, I knew there was cruelty hiding beneath that blank expression. Even Luciano had his mouth agape at the showcase. "I'm Nikolai, and this is my fiancé, Tyron," Nikolai swallowed, head slightly bowed.

I smirk. "Well, Your Highness, a certain someone came into your office today and tried to treat me like an omega. She seems convinced she is your mate- but no one seems to be telling her otherwise. When I first saw her, she openly insulted me and your Royal-self did nothing to stop her" I explain breezily, my tone light and playful as though I'm talking about the weather. I almost laugh at how wide his eyes go and the grimacing I hear from the closer members.

A wave of sadness washed over her. "But appearance isn't the most important thing. What I truly desire in a mate is kindness, friendliness, and humility. Those qualities would make her a remarkable queen," Killian mused, a gentle smile illuminating his face as he envisioned his future partner. Amaya 's love for the prince grew stronger once again. If that was what Killian sought, then she would strive to become the perfect companion he needed.

Master Fu leaned forward, his keen eyes fixed on the elder. “Our family has a unique bond,” Senior Royale began. “The first woman a Royale man gives himself to becomes his only partner. It is a binding connection, one that cannot be undone. Even under the influence of the strongest aphrodisiacs, a Royale man is incapable of being with another woman unless his first mate dies.” Master Fu’s expression remained neutral, though his mind was racing. “You’re saying it’s physically impossible for Alaric to have touched Maribel?” “Precisely,” Senior Royale said. “The bond isn’t just emotional, it’s biological. Alaric’s first and only partner is Elona.” Master Fu nodded slowly, absorbing the informat

My heart pounded in my chest, my body trembling with anticipation as he continued his exploration. I felt his hand slide up my thigh, pushing aside the fabric of my clothes, and I gasped at the sensation of his fingers against my bare skin. My own hands found their way under his shirt, feeling the heat of his body beneath my fingertips, the muscles in his back tensing under my touch. “Emily,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re mine.” The possessiveness in his tone sent a thrill through me, and I nodded, unable to find my voice as I pulled him down for another kiss. I could feel the raw power in his body, the strength that ma

I asked. "Nah. I'm not sure but I know about it well. Trust me, he is not perfect but perfect for you. Ask your heart for once what you want. You will know. He knows you well and realised your worth, babes. For a royal personality like him is not easy to fight with the world when someone point finger at his choice." She said confusing me. "What do you mean?" I asked. She sighed.

He sank down and slid himself into her other opening. “Kiss me, Dearil. Kiss me while I enter you, my prince.” She sighed. “Prince?” He questioned as he neared her soft lips. “I’m a queen. You’re my prince-consort. My sweet prince.” Aria smiled. “My beautiful queen. I love everything about you.” He murmured as he kissed her. -

"What a minute... I don't understand what you mean." "Second thing. Louis Kingsley, the eldest son of King Leon and Queen Anne, the heir to the throne of the Vampire Kingdom is your mate. In other words, that man you call 'bastard' is your future husband." "What? WHAT?!" "Why are you surprised? Don't you like it?" "W-who said I like that guy?! I really hate him." "You need proof? Isn't that obvious? You're enjoying all his touch. Even you guys--" "S-shut up! I'm not enjoying it."

“It feels so good when you call me like this. It draws me back in time…” She touched his face with her fingertips, a feather-light caress that made his skin lift. “But we can’t go back,” she spelled out with a hint of sadness in her voice. “We’re not Ava and Fede now. We’re Ava, the ex-criminal, the murderer, and Federico Alberto Enrico di Altavilla e Portanova, the Prince Regent of Bartovia. Our paths lead us in opposite directions.” “It’s not enough, Ava,” Federico contended, running his tongue across his lips as he looked deep into her eyes. “I want more.”

Orion nodded and looked at me. "Allow me to formally introduce myself to you, Mistress of Fire. I'm Orion Alexander Esravec III, the crown prince of Rousiana." "And I'm Luciana Louis, His Majesty's only neice and the only princess of Rousiana." My jaw dropped.