Books About Royalty Romance Novels & Stories

It still gives me creeps thinking about his kingdom’s rules and everything. Maybe they have been changed by now. Who cares? I thought, shaking my head and smiled at the family who is the reason for me to be proud of. Then I glanced at Premila feeling elated to know that we are having our own happy life. “Love won over royalty and everything else, Abhivanth.” Premila said glancing back at me. “I know! And I am glad that it did.” I said smiling. “I am pleased that you feel glad about it. Otherwise, I would have tortured you for sure.” She said smiling, and I laughed shaking my head.

Just the thought made her heart skip a beat, and it seemed almost unbelievable that she had found her own prince, and he truly held the title. That part didn’t matter to her. What mattered was how he treated her, and that he was a good person. He really was Prince Charming, with or without the title, and she couldn’t wait to see him standing at the altar and later dancing with her at their reception. He was determined to make it happen, and she was determined to help him. That was what their relationship was all about. ****** Kit Kyndall is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing contemporary erotic romances. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of

he remarked with a tone full of jealousy. "It was one night and it was a mistake," I grunted, pulling out a book of werewolf mates from the shelf. The ache in my neck subsided for a moment, I was more furious about Martin sleeping with a thousands females that I didn't even care about the pain. "Why do you even have these books? Don't these belong to the royals?" "I'm royal," he flashed a smirk at me. "God, don't be so pleased, you're just an Alpha." I whispered, opening the book in my hands and going through the first few pages of the book.

Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w

And her heart caught in the storm between them, terrified of choosing wrong, terrified of losing both. But one thing was certain. Nothing at Royalty College would ever be the same. (hiiii, thank you for sticking with me and reading my book upto this point, I'm really grateful and I wouldn't be here without you guys, I'll keep giving my best, expect more twists and ground breaking scenes, I love y'all)

His hands falling empty to his sides. I grab the layers of fabric of my dress as best I can and cover myself with them. The wolf shouldn't look at him. It doesn't give me any privacy. He stands there, watching me with his broad chest rising and falling under his soft shirt. I think you're as out of breath as I am. Will there ever be peace between us? — Reeina said that he will soon be crowned and soon after that he will have a queen — I say, trying to convince him without shouting this time. —She will never allow that. Another woman in her private rooms... It would be too scandalous.

I just could not stand the idea of them together and the fact that Trent was talking about it irked me. I stopped on the side of the road and waved down a taxi. One stopped and I got in then told him where I was headed. I sighed and took out my phone then opened my search engine to check the company stocks. My eyes instantly spotted a news headline and attached to it was a picture of Anthony holding Ida’s hand as they walked out of what looked like a restaurant. “Heir and Heiress of top family businesses together? A match made of royalty,” I whispered the headline and hovered my finger over the screen, contemplating on if Ii should open the article.

Her hair fell around her face like a shield, and she was scribbling notes with the kind of intensity that meant she'd discovered something big. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she kept glancing around like she expected someone to sneak up on her. Whatever she was researching, it wasn't for a school project. I grabbed a random economics textbook and settled at a table where I could keep an eye on her without being obvious about it. From here, I could see the cover of her book. "The Dark Royals." “Shit.” “That's not good,” my wolf agreed. “Ancient pack histories are full of dangerous information. Things people killed to keep secret.”

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.

Chapter 3 I stood in the centre of all the books in the library, my fingers trembling as I flipped through another ancient history book, the pages brittle under my touch. The ink bled in places, the words looked smudged with how old they looked, but the message was clear…royalty must marry royalty. Always. Without exception.