Books About Royal Romance Novels & Stories

The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers. “Queen Annelise had a phase,” Sebastian said with a snort. “I cannot believe how low the quality is in those books from the writing to the romance. She stopped reading them when she got married and had enough courage to keep them here despite knowing people would judge her.” “You’re very knowledgeable about them,” Edward laughed. “I was curious,” Sebastian admitted. “They are weirdly addictive to read. It’s a shame they don’t do a gay line of books. ” Edward pulled

She looked so alive, so unbothered by the royal pressure. She turned and caught me staring. “What?” she laughed. “You,” I said, standing up and pulling her to myself. “You look beautiful right now.” Her hands shot to her face as she tried to cover the blush that crept up. “This isn’t the right place for this,” she said, giving me a teasing look. “Who’s the Crowned Prince again?” I asked. She arched a brow. “And who owns the castle?” “Exactly,” I smirked.

Like a woman who didn't have a husband to return to. I closed the laptop. I wasn't surprised. Nora and I had been married for two years, and I had never seen her look at me like that before. It was a bargain from the beginning—power, business, respect. Her father wanted to keep the name Russo tied to legacy. My father wanted me to stop disgracing the royal house with my "unserious behavior." And I was weary of battling both of them. So I signed. And we both worked at it for a while.

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and events are products of the author’s imagination and are not intended to represent real individuals, particularly the respected royalty of Spain. ~B.NICOLAY/Ms.Ash

“So, ready?” “For what?” I was starstruck every time I met royals. I still found it hard to wrap around my head that I met and shared a meal with royalties. The door swung opened again, then two men in suits put down a couple of paper bags. “What are those?” “We’re going out,” she announced gleefully. “Princess Carlott, I can’t.”

Someone chuckled darkly, a solemn nod going about the room. It had my curiosity entranced as each generation started to describe the slow decline of the Great Pack, as they called it; all Rogues connected to the king under one banner. What was even more surprising was the casual mention throughout of the Royals being Lycans. No one in the room batted an eye at it, just accepted it like truth and enjoyed the stories. “Constable, I hate to interrupt; but are you saying all Royals for England were Lycans?” I had to know, a few cops snickering at the question, but Constable Myra just smiled and nodded her head.

And when she asked him again, his answer didn't change. "You are to be my Consort." A consort. His f**king Consort. Athena bit the insides of her cheeks and almost drew blood from it. With the contract already established between them, Athena didn't have any way out without facing a heavy price in trying to disobey the contract binded with magic. "What do you think of this dress, Consort?" Agatha, the maid who Alexander found to see through all her needs while staying in his house excitedly asked Athena didn't like being called 'Consort' but after staying in the mansion for two weeks and hearing that blasted word everyday, she could only force a smile and wish she could stab Alexander in the

“When I asked for the whole story, this was the last thing I expected you to lay at my feet.” “It’s a lot, I know.” “A princess. It’s such a strange word on my tongue.” She chuckled. “Are you saying I can’t pull it off? You haven’t seen me in a ballgown or a crown.” He laughed. “No. I definitely can see you in that. It’s just shocking to be dating royalty—and even more shocking learning how you were treated. I want to be fascinated by who you are, but I can't dissociate how you were treated. I don’t know what to say about your parents’ behaviour.”

I took a glanced on the wall and saw it was already 11 in the evening. In Westbledon, the Queen Mother was so worried together with all the servants. "Your Majesty, his majesty ordered me to get the books on the rules of royal marriages at the Grand Bibleotico after we return from the Grand Palace. That was the last time I saw his majesty. Forgive me your majesty." My secretary was explaining and apologizing to the Queen Mother. "Have you already searched the King's Palace he might go there." The Queen Mother asked. "Yes your majesty. But the His Majesty The Crown Prince is not their your Majesty." Her secretary answered.

She just take deep breath then she start descending the steps while holding the banister with her free hand, the other one she uses to hold the side of her gown to help her move. She stops midway with her bride maids on her trails when she caught the glimpse of him standing at the foot of the stairs while gazing at his Rolex watch, clearly impatient. He is dress in a white Kaftan with silver accessories she looks at her own silver color gown which compliment his. She chuckles while her face blooms with smile. Her Prince Charming. Her Very Own Prince In A Shinning armor". ****