Novel & Cerita Best Royal Road Audiobooks

A deep cruel voice asked from the shadow of the darkness. "Yes, they all are." "Good, this is good news indeed." The evil voice then faded just as it had swiftly come with the culprit, leaving to go celebrate. After all, this was a great achievement indeed…the successful royal assassination...of an entire Supreme Royal family dynasty. ~ As soon as silence befell the place, Queen Sophia immediately opened her eyes. Rousing from her fake pretense of playing dead and lifeless,

Hades would never allow it, nor would I after learning she was our mate. "This will take much more planning." I growled, "Do you have anything else in the mean time?" The voice was silent for a few moments, "I do. Not nearly as much money, but this target is also of importance." "Give me a name." I growled. "August Halifax." The raspy voice replied. "Halifax?" Hades questioned, "Another Royal?" "They are up to their games again." I grimaced. My past required me to be quite knowledgeable of the Royal's and I was extremely familiar with the games they enjoyed playing.

Akana used the word Primus, the Relevian word for the headmaster, hoping to sound more respectful. "Virtus Scolaris is known to receive royalties from all over the world even if the kingdoms are rivals. What do you think would happen if the other kingdoms found out that you do not seem interested in protecting the royal students from threats? " Akana suddenly felt a warm breath against his ear and a slimy voice that reverberated in the room. "You're not of the royalty, my dear." Akana had wondered when the priest would open his mouth. Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it.

This I say to the rude, lumbering idiot guard who has just run in and interrupted my intimate moment. He bows low. “My apologies, Your Majesty,” he says. “But I have urgent news for you, Sire.” “What kind of fucking news couldn’t wait until I’ve… had my meal?!” I ask. The guard’s eyes remain downcast, as they should be, while he answers, “Your Majesty, there’s been an… incident regarding your vehicle.” “My vehicle?” I ask. “Who the fuck is driving my royal car?!” “I beg your pardon, Your Majesty,” he says. “I don’t mean your Royal Majesty’s personal vehicle. I mean a vehicle belonging to the royal fleet.”

“Why are you here, Cassia? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” “I am resting.” He raised an eyebrow that clearly said ‘really?’ “Look,” I said, standing with my arms crossed, “I know you don’t understand how the human body works, but stepping out, laughing, and having thrilling encounters can help heal us better than being stuck in bed… Your Majesty,” I added with a humble bow when I noticed Landon staring at me as if my head would look nice on a silver platter for how I spoke to the king. The king simply nodded. “Thrilling encounters, huh?” He looked around before asking, “Do you know how to ride a horse?”

“Imagine being overshadowed by the King himself.” Soft giggles followed. “And that girl… wasn’t she invisible before? Quiet little Sapphire?” “Yes! And now she’s the King’s mate. How strange.” I kept my expression gentle, though inside I was listening to every word. Good. Let them talk. Rumors were useful things. They spread faster than truth and lasted longer. Two royal guards approached and bowed. “Your Majesty,” one said respectfully. “The car is ready. We have been ordered to escort you.” I inclined my head. “Thank you.”

I never thought being with him would be this good. To be honest, I never knew what to expect when I was around him. What can you even begin to expect from someone who is goddamn royalty? You can never be ready for what you are going to get. He keeps you enticed. Wondering. Walking on your tippy toes. Eyes open. Mouth slightly agape.

Royal's POV Just as these doubts threatened to consume me, the sound of footsteps echoed outside the room. The door burst open, and the tall, imposing figure barged in. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of urgency and intensity. "Royal," he said, his voice commanding yet tinged with a hint of desperation. "I need to know. Have you made your decision?" I blinked, momentarily taken aback by his sudden intrusion. It was clear that time was of the essence and the gravity of the situation pressed upon me with renewed force. This was my moment of truth, the crossroad that would shape not only my fate but also the lives of countless others.

"Queen is playing her dirty game. Don't be a pawn in her revenge. You'll gain nothing, absolutely nothing." "Okay. I accept what you're saying, but just tell me once that you want me to sit on the throne." Raghvendra asked in a monotonous tone, "Tell me once that I've the ability to be the King. Say that you want me to head the family. I'm your only son. You can be selfish for me once."

The head council said before sending a council detective for my question. “Now, I shall mention the deceased. The deceased is of royal blood—Colins Heathrow.” He revealed. Now I see. My eyes narrowed as I looked at Calais, who was intentionally avoiding my gaze. “Who would have thought a rogue would go against a fellow rogue.” A voice chipped. “He’s of the royal family, of course he is a threat.” Another added, and the murmurs went on. “They remind me of gossiping teenagers.” Riven laughed, not caring of her was heard.