Books Like Red White And Royal Blue นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Ancient tomes, black sealed ledgers, scrolls bound in silks the color of dried blood, enough dangerous magic to get them both executed in a dozen kingdoms, spilled across the map. I arched a brow. “Please tell me you didn’t get caught.” Tarin’s smirk widened. “Please. We’re ghosts. Besides, the Restricted Archives barely noticed we were there.” Thessaly snorted. “A librarian noticed.” “Barely,” Tarin said with a wave. I set my tea aside and pulled the nearest tome toward me. Black Court: Lineage and Rise. The cover alone radiated old, foul magic, the kind that whispered if you listened too long. “How much of their shit did you take?”

Again, Cheryl rolled her eyes for the second time, "You ask too many questions like Dora!" “You watched Dora when you were a kid? I prefer Disney fairy tales.” “I love Disney stories too.” "Let me guess!" Rafael exclaimed while snapping his fingers. "You must like fairy tales about princesses and princes on white horses." Cheryl shook her head, "I know that there is no prince on a white horse in this world. I prefer a prince in a white car." "Maybe once in a while, you should choose the prince in the red car," he suggested.

She rubbed her shoulders gently as she said it, which provided teasing friction against the head of his cock. He might feel grumpy, but he made an effort to sound pleasant when he assured her, “I want you to continue reading. That can wait.” Her eyes widened with surprise, and he tried to immerse himself in the knight’s quest. A few minutes later, when Theovald found the secret entrance to the Splendid Kingdom, he almost chuckled aloud. As entertaining as the book was, he was certain Theovald’s trip to the Splendid Kingdom couldn’t be nearly as exciting as his own had been, and the next time he visited, he planned to spend a long time exploring.

A large open window stood before her inviting the warm sunshine in. The place was extremely bright with natural light, it was quite possibly the only room in the entire mansion this bright and decorated in other colours other than the depressing black, white and grey. Instead of the boring shades the rest of the house was covered in the walls were painted a bright royal blue. The large bookshelves instead of being a woody brown they were painted bright red with golden ornaments seemingly handpainted on. Walking further into the room she noticed a small red couch with a white and blue striped pillow seated before the open window. In front of it was a matching stool with wooden legs and a fluf

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

With that, the door opens as the first rumor unto that book and another world rings like this. “There is an old told tale about a little girl whose skin as white as snow, eyes that shine with its captivating hue of sapphire, hair of like the purest gold, and lips that’s as red as blood. Her dress, sophistication, and beauty are incomparable to anyone, as her blood that comes from the royal ones believe to be her greatest fault.” Listening, wondering, yet more like drawn deeper than you could ever imagine, it continues.

The first documented Duke and Duchess in history were, in fact, vampires. The royal family showed us all to our rooms. Lacey stayed on the same floor as me, Alpha Clark, and Beta James. Warrior Peace and Yvette stayed on the floor with the other warriors and their mates. All the rooms were amazing. Each one had its own color scheme. My room had shades of blue. I don’t know how everyone knows blue is my favorite color, but I’m glad to have a blue room. They also have soft fluffy pillars and a mixture of material that gives all of this blue a feminine touch. If I were to describe myself as a room, this room would be the perfect description; strong and confident, yet soft and feminine.

“They didn’t need to, knowing what they were was enough to put the fear into wolves and vampires. If they shifted it was a last resort” “You know what I look like when I shift?” “Well I haven’t seen you but I have seen pictures, Come I will show you” I follow him into the packhouse and down the hallways towards the library, inside he walks over to shelves I hadn’t checked yet, and reached up towards the top, his muscles protruding as he grabs a book from near the top and hands it to me. “The Royals” I read the title, the book hadn’t been on the shelves for long or it had been looked at recently as there was very little dust.

The Royal Family! It truly is heartbreaking knowing that the royal bloodline was wiped away completely, mercilessly. Had they still had a survivor, even a child, the bloodline would be restored. Staring directly into the eye of the King on the painting, I neared it. His eyes! I climbed up the ladder searching for the book which held information about The White Crescents. It was medium sized book but it had weight. A black book with white wolves on the cover. I placed it on the table and started skimming through the pages.