Books Like Red White And Royal Blue Novels & Stories

she said. I sat on the edge of the bed. Still in last night's everything. Still wrung out. Still—barely here. The swatch book opened. Reds first. Deep, arterial. Burgundy turning into something almost black at the edges. My stomach turned. "No." The woman's eyes lifted to mine. Not offended. Just—noting it. She turned the page. Whites. Ivory. Cream. Bone. I almost laughed. Almost. "No." Another page. Blues. Midnight into navy into something that looked like the bottom of the ocean where no light reached.

When the movie starts, I nearly choke on my drink. It’s my favorite novel. My ultimate guilty pleasure. The adaptation of the book I’ve read a dozen times and cried over twice as many: the forbidden love story between the Prince of England and the President’s son. Red, White & Royal Blue. I glance at Oliver, who’s already watching me instead of the screen. “You did this on purpose,” I whisper. He smirks, whispering back, “Guilty.” I try to hide the warmth rising in my cheeks, but it’s useless. I’ve never felt so... known.

Colors blurred in his vision as his hands tore through the last of them—another red… a purple… and— His fingers stopped so abruptly the rest of the stack slid against his gloves. For a heartbeat, his heart did the same. There. Not Nochten red. Not the dull browns of local estates and their endless petty commerce. Not any of the familiar stamps that meant delay and procedure and more waiting. Royal blue. The color hit him like air after drowning—clean and violent in the chest. His shoulders loosened on instinct before he could stop them, the release so sudden it felt almost painful. The Postmistress’s shrill protest, the postman’s reaching hands, even the bite of winter at his throat—all of i

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He says and I nod, totally agreeing. When his gaze falls back on me, it flickers to my hair and his eyebrows pull together, "No ribbon today?" I shake my head, "No ribbon for the last ten days." His confusion grows deeper, "Why?" "Because each color describes an emotion for me," I say. "Yeah?" "And for the past ten days, I only felt pain," I shake my head, "I don't have a color for that." Emotions reflect in his blue eyes as he lets my words sink in. His chest rises and falls before he mutters, "Can I fix that?"

She appeared to be about the same age as Sabrina. “What's your name?” Sabrina asked. “Marla, Ms. Wise,” the girl said. She motioned to the bed behind her. “I hope you like what I've picked out so far.” Sabrina looked past Marla to the three dresses that were hung along the wall. Her eyes widened as she took notice of the beautifully colored silk that each of them was made of. They weren't just dresses. They were gowns. One of them was royal blue, another was a pale honey color, and the last was bright white. Each was floor length and looked like something fit to wear on the red carpet.

It was no ordinary book and neither was it meant for ordinary people. ‘’I need to get something for myself’’ Mara says walking onto the shelf hidden at the far end of the room. It is composed of books from history to spell casting and some hybrid notifications. She was not interested in any of the books, not until the red cover book fell to the ground catching her attention. ‘’Ways to make it work’’ the title read. Mara had no idea of what the book was about; those words were all it had and the back was completely plain and painted red.

HAYLEE ~<>~ While waiting for my test results and Xalen’s return to the palace, I dug into the one book that seemed to have held on to my attention and mind—Cursed in Crimson. Just like Flavia narrated briefly, the first red wolf was quite phenomenal and pitiful. Reading about her felt like torture because I could have sworn I was transported back in time to the era and place she existed. I could have sworn I felt every whip and lash she had to endure, even though she was powerful enough to destroy the entire realm.

With the recording and the license plate number, I was sure I could find out who the mysterious figure was. After taking deep breaths, I took out the invitation and read it over and over again. The exquisite cover exuded a faint fragrance. I couldn't help but inhale the sweet scent.I felt close to the royal family for the first time.I began thinking about what to wear at the ball. Red was said to be Prince Richard's favorite color, so I decided to wear a red outfit. The mere prospect of getting close to Prince Richard cheered me up. I believed my beauty would sweep Prince Richard off his feet.I was not afraid to compete with Lucy.I walked back, feeling thrilled and excited.

’ So maybe Skylar was always meant to be one and with Julian as her mate and Prince Nathaniel nearby, she would be the most protected treasure of the Royal family… Well, at least until Prince Nathaniel found his Princess… And then they both would be protected equally. I close the book and whisper, “My Bloodline's Book of Power, My Bloodline's book of spells. I return you to which you came.” The book then disappears from off my lap and I look over at Victoria before moving the blanket from my legs, getting to my feet and making my way over toward the bathroom. Unfortunately, I only take three steps before I nearly collapse as a sharp pain shoots through my whole body. Victoria seemed to move