Books Like Red White And Royal Blue Novels & Stories

She disappeared, returning a minute later with what looked like a photo album. “What’s that?” I asked. “These are some pictures of weddings that we’ve helped outfit. Take a look through there and see if you like any of those color combos.” I took the book, standing with Cynthia by my side as I thumbed through the album. “Is it weird that I like the blue and black?” I asked. Cynthia shook her head. “Absolutely not. I love it. That royal blue is stunning against the black. I like it and I could see myself in a dress like that.”

Then she flashed me a smile and left me alone in the study. I sat in silence for a bit, wondering if maybe it was a good choice after all. Out of curiosity, I wandered over to a book shelf and pulled a book off it. It was heavy, thick, and bound in leather. The History of the Drift Water Pack, it said. I pulled out another one. It was a pack history, too. I went to a different shelf, which contained a volume called The Rules of Royal Etiquette. The book was a beast, with over 2000 pages of small print.

Inside the dictionary was a white book that looked very familiar—a published erotic novel by TitaAmor07, part of the Big Bird Series. Red quickly picked up the book, his face flushing with embarrassment. Katleya couldn’t suppress her laughter at his reaction. “Psst! Don’t judge me. And don’t tell anyone about this, okay?” Red said, clearly flustered. Katleya didn’t know how to respond. She had initially thought he was studying words, but she was wrong. He was reading an erotic novel. Red moved closer to her. “Psst! Enough. You’re making me embarrassed. I’m just curious about it, okay? It’s popular, so I bought it. But I didn’t know it had so many bed scenes. If I had known, I wouldn’t have b

They are quiet the whole time. The spacious library filled with towering bookshelves welcomed the Reds. No one was there except from them and the old lady in the counter. Lead by Silas, they went to the furthest part of the library where the oldest books are found. Silas and Saint grabbed two books and brought it with them to a room exclusive only for Royals like them. "To start, we will study first the history of Red Woods," Silas stared at the three guys in front of him.

“The red means you join the left faction, and the blue means you join the right faction.” I glanced at Prince Franklin who kept a straight and angry face. The King then held two white dies out, and threw them on a table. “Choose.” He ordered. I immediately chose, and then he nodded at me to uncoat it. I slowly and gently unwrapped it, and everyone watched with silence and anticipation except the two royals in the room. “Blue.” I muttered, showing him the color. The king had a smirk on his face. All of a sudden, Franklin unsheathed his sword and slammed it on the table. It was a clean strike at something I could not yet see. Everyone looked shocked, including the King.

It was from an old series that had been popular two years back. “I spotted this blind box while passing a shop. Weren’t you into this kind of thing?” Ben’s tone was offhand. I stared at the plushie. He remembered it wrong. Mikayla was the one with a thing for blind boxes. Two years ago, Mikayla bought an entire case of blind boxes, desperate to get the hidden edition. She dumped the plushies all over the floor once she was done. I was simply there to pick up after her. Ben took it that I loved the plushies.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

Knowing fully well how much I hate seeing other men speak with her. She went back into her little lamb mood, just how I want her to be. The walk to our seats was heavy, she kept trying to be well behaved in order to avoid provoking me. Well I want her to misbehave, so I could look at those faint green eyes of hers and that red hair. It makes her beautiful in a very sinful way. My thought was interrupted by Mr Black

If anything, his bookshelves told me more about him than his answers did. He also had color-coordinated the books. And for some reason, it sort of gave the whole space a sense of unity. A shelf of green novels sat above yellow ones. Black covers were on the right. White ones on the left. Pink and red stayed in one area, while purple lounged in another section. “Your library would make the Beast jealous.” He raised his eyebrows. “The Beast?” “From Beauty and the Beast. You know in the movie when he shows her the library and she’s so excited because she’s always wanted to explore the world and now she has it right there in those books?”

Why wasn’t my childhood as easy as others’? I feel like my life is a book or movie that people are watching or reading. It is full of drama and complications more than the telenovelas I used to watch. Sometimes I wish I was a character in a movie or book, at least that way I would get a happy ending like the books I read. I remember reading a book series called Chasing Red and Always Red by Isabelle Ronin. That book was addictive that I had lost count of how many times I read it, I got lost in it, I even wished I was living the character’s life instead of my own.