Blood Palace Novels & Stories

She explains as I follow her inside and through the center of the palace. Lamia shows me to my room and explains all the recent renovations that had been made to the place, upgrading each room and installing hot water and heat. My room was decorated in cream with soft rose gold accents. With calming and comfortable décor: A large bed, two dressers, a couch, a fireplace place, and French doors on one wall that opened out to a balcony that overlooked the forest.

out the landscape for us." She nodded to the map in Alexis' hand. "Is there anything that I will need to especially check out or that you think we might need a closer look at?" Alexis looked at her and seemed pleased that she had asked for his input. He laid the map on the truck tail gate next to her. He smoothed it out and then ran his finger to the spot that marked where the palace is. "The palace is here. It is a large building on its own, but it also has an extensive grounds that are completely surrounded by fences." He pointed to the wooded area along the back edge of the property. "Here there are several of the servants quarters that tend to the cleaning and serving inside th

The key to the treasury was my priority, it was going to be the greatest obstacle I would face. The key was hidden in the most unattractive place, it was a storeroom, under a box or manure. “This way,” I said as I led him to my room. The moment we walked through the lonely balcony of the pack house, I checked the interiors, the changes that were made were so disgusting. It had ‘Natasha’ painted all over it, her bizarre obsession with weird colors had turned an archaic palace that had been passed down from generation to generation into a glamour house.

“By the way, where are you even staying now? Julian’s place?” I raise an eyebrow. “Julian doesn’t live in a ‘place,’ Naomi. He lives in a palace with his family.” Naomi blinks. “A palace?” I smirk. “With towers, a grand staircase you could fall in love on, and a chandelier bigger than your car. There’s even a garden maze that I’m still yet to explore.” “Shut. Up,” Naomi whispers, her eyes wide. “There’s a ballroom, too. The floor is marble, and when the light hits it just right, it looks like stardust. Oh—and there’s a library with a spiral staircase and velvet reading chairs.”

“He always comes... if it's his Kaiser orders.” Zan looked away, lips tightening. But before they could move again, the sound of a branch snapping behind them made them both freeze. — Back at the Palace Gates The palace stood like a monument to forgotten power ancient in its bones, yet sharpened by modern touches that reeked of surveillance and control. Moonlight spilled across the towering white stones, casting long shadows along ivy-wrapped walls where roses bloomed alongside black security cameras. Soldiers flanked the perimeter, rifles cradled in gloved arms, eyes trained but unreadable.

Most of it was covered with what was once white cloths, now gray and coffee-stained beige. “Wouldn’t be better to store these in a vault or something? Or perhaps donate them to the museum?” I asked, turning on my heel, relishing this discovery. Cosimo let out a snorting laugh. “This palace is more monitored than Banca Nazionale Italiano (Italian national bank),” he replied. “People don’t come and go as they please. They are fully searched. Plus, this is just ancient junk. We have already sold all the valuable things.”

she said, like a pronouncement. “All right,” I said. She gave me a look that carried the full weight of two weeks of mortal peril and medical drama, and said, “I didn’t ask.” “I know.” I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, watching her. “I’ll join you.” The bathroom was enormous by any reasonable standard—a remnant of centuries of Alpha Kings who believed that power should be visible, that even the private spaces should announce themselves. The tub occupied the far wall, carved from a single piece of black granite that the palace’s original builders had evidently transported from somewhere that took extraordinary effort to find. It could have held three of me with room left over, which had

Edwards' Black badge Cullinan series Rolls Royce Drove through the streets of London, taking the latest couples to their new home. Looking out the window, Vanessa felt relieved not because of the view, but because she was out of those Palace walls. Sitting in silence has now become a norm between these two, only that this time it was thick with unspoken thoughts. They removed at the giant but beautiful gates of Edward mansion, Vanessa was left in shock, because the sheer grandeur of the place was overwhelming, bigger than her father's palace.

her voice dropped to a menacing tone, “-errors will not be tolerated." I gulped as I bowed in silence, before turning and rushing down the hall after Bujok. The palace was far larger than I could have ever imagined. There were tall, arched windows, gold and white embroidered drapes and chandeliers I had only ever heard about, in every hall.

There he got to talk more with my sister and it seemed like a fun conversation between the three of us. When we reached the Royal Palace, Bullet seemed to really accept that his girlfriend was a hidden Royal Princess. Because of Royal Etiquette, we cannot sleep in the same room so he has to sleep in the guest room. But I just can’t help it… that is why I sneaked into his room in the middle of the night and then we made love in his room. Once we were satisfied with each other, I rushed myself to my own room wishing that there were no Royal Bodyguards who were watching me from the cameras because that would be an embarrassing sight for them to see me running like a criminal towards my own bedr