Chocolate Royalty Novels & Stories

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

Bella's POV "No, no, no!" the gay designer shouted. He sounded really irrated, because he had to pick out a dress for me. I think I know how he feels, cause it wasn't even a appointment, we just barged into the shop, and Kai said he needed the perfect dress for me. He jumped up, and now we've tried the 10 dress and Vian was still not satisfied. I went back into the changing room. Omg, this is the one, I thought as I pulled the next one. It was a lacy black dress, that showed every curve of my body. It was perfect. I walked out of the changing room, and Vian finally clapped his hand and said, "Finally darling, that dress does not do you justice, but your man will fall to his knees when he see

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

The children quietened with awe as they were led inside the palace a few minutes later, the shuffle of their feet and the rustle of their clothes the only sound as they filed into one of the reception rooms which had been superbly decorated. Balloons hung in colorful clusters from the ceiling, the long ribbons attached making it easy for each child to reach and claim one once the party was over. The tables were loaded with party delights, fairy cakes, gelato, chocolate, and other treats that had every child bug-eyed with anticipation. The Prince Regent was announced by one of the officials and Ava held her breath as Federico walked into the room. His gaze briefly met hers before he turned hi

Terrence pronounced our order in a clear tone. The waiter immediately noted our order after hearing it carefully. Then she asked again, “What about the beverages, Your Highness Duchess, Terrence Gregory?” “My Sweetheart be attracted to chocolate. So, please serve a drink with a premium chocolate flavor.” “Entirely-premium?” I commented. “Let's just say it's a gift.” Terrence gives me killing smile. “Why do you always say that it is a gift? Yesterday you said beef is a gift, and now you say premium pasta for a gift?” I asked him.

"People like us—what else can we do but call the police? But they ruled it as a suicide. I didn’t believe it, so I went to your school to demand an explanation. As for the ten million? Forget that—I think you owe me compensation." Sarah didn’t buy a word of it. "The person who gave your son chocolate is the same one who gave you the idea, isn’t it?" Mrs. Mendes’s expression hardened. She clamped her mouth shut and refused to answer. "It doesn’t matter if you won’t talk. I can find out on my own." Sarah pulled out the chocolate Tommy had given her. "Do you even know what kind of chocolate this is?" "Luxury goods have one benefit—they can be traced. You probably don’t know this, but this parti

“I’m a Prince, Everleigh. You think it wasn’t beaten into me at a young age to not accept treats with strange provenance? Especially those which are admittedly medicinal?” I roll my eyes again and snatch one of the cakes, popping it into my mouth and beginning to chew. “See? It’s not poison. Probably.” I go a bit still, suddenly surprised by the absolute deliciousness of the flavors burst onto my tongue. Chocolate and mint – balanced and sweet. I press my fingers to my lips against my smile, truly delighted at Margot’s talents. I look up to see Auden quiet, studying me with that stern, handsome face. I stare back. “Are you waiting to see if I croak or something?”

Asher Whitestone's pov The sun hung high and proud in the sky, beating down on the Great Arena of the White Kingdom. The heat was intense, but I didn't sweat. I stood in the very center of the golden sand, the grain hot beneath my boots, feeling the ancient power of my kingdom humming in the air. ​I am Asher Whitestone, the King of the White Witches. Today was a day for my people to be reminded exactly why I wear this crown. It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land.

her grin was wide and she was clearly excited. I nodded my head, realizing how expensive this might have been. I am certain Master Abigor had to cross oceans and seas to get to this. We all know how chocolate is so few and rare, only for the wealthiest and powerful of blood. Only royals enjoyed chocolate and it was never an entire tray for one person, they usually had to have one chocolate for each person, "Master Abigor has truly blown my mind. I have half the mind to run to him now and accept his courting, he cannot surpass this." Lydia gave me a straight face, "yes."

Akana used the word Primus, the Relevian word for the headmaster, hoping to sound more respectful. "Virtus Scolaris is known to receive royalties from all over the world even if the kingdoms are rivals. What do you think would happen if the other kingdoms found out that you do not seem interested in protecting the royal students from threats? " Akana suddenly felt a warm breath against his ear and a slimy voice that reverberated in the room. "You're not of the royalty, my dear." Akana had wondered when the priest would open his mouth. Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it.