Novel & Cerita Her Royal Spyness Books In Order

“Christian loves you so much… You know you became his hero…” “I love him too,” Federico told Ava, looking into her eyes. “I can’t begin to tell you how much.” “I know very well what you’re talking about. I feel the same way too.” His hands moved from her waist. “I’m sorry, Ava… For not being around so much. But now… I want you to come with me… I have something to show you,” he said. “They arrived this afternoon.” Ava followed him downstairs to his study where he showed her how he had had all the photographs of Christian copied and reset into four leather-bound albums, each one with the gold crest of the Royal family on the cover.

Though their features were beautiful, there was an eerie quality to them, their movements unnaturally smooth and precise. Roz arrived last, her entrance marked by a faint crackle of energy. She had opted for clothes this time—a sleek, form-fitting dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her silver hair spilled down her back in waves, and her violet eyes sparkled with defiance as she met Thanion’s gaze. Thanion’s voice was low, each word laced with quiet fury. “Chryson, explain to me how Roz was able to gain access to Persephone’s chambers.”

I snapped the book shut, completely losing my mind in a fit of genuine howling laughter. “Elijah?” Jasper asked, his face twisting in disgust. “As in Elijah Brooks? The golden boy?” “The one and only,” I wheezed, wiping a tear from my eye. “This girl is writing an erotica about Kingsborough’s favorite little choir boy. Oh, this is pure gold. This is blackmail heaven.” “Who is it?” Silas asked. His voice was terrifyingly calm but there was a dangerous edge to it now. I flipped to the inside cover of the diary. There, written in that same meticulous loopy handwriting was a name..

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

she said, finally pulling away from him. Despite the persistent knocking and being the one to set her getting up into motion, he found himself unable to do anything but watch as she dragged her panties up her long legs. "Two months from now, Prince Aaron Condor will become the Archduke of Imperium. The first king of assassins since the shadow king, Killian Hunter. You have my word," she said, nothing but confidence in her voice this time as she pulled her dress up with her back facing him.

double your duties. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Madam. Thank you, Madam,” I said quickly, bowing slightly in relief. Thank heavens she was in a merciful mood. Madam Silvia was a woman of sharp contrasts — iron-fisted but occasionally kind. The secret to surviving under her rule was to never make it to her bad side. “As I was saying,” she continued, “the twenty guest rooms are to be fully prepared before the day after tomorrow. The selection begins in two days, by royal command. Each of you has been assigned to one of the rooms — and to a guest.” I raised my hand. I hadn’t received any assignment. “Jessica, you’ve been assigned to the Prince,” she said. My heart skipped. “Oh… ok

“But you can’t protect her forever. The queen will fall, and when she does, you’ll crumble with her.” Hazel’s breath caught, and she felt Damon’s hand brush against her arm, steadying her. “What does the Order want with her?” Damon demanded, his voice sharp. The spy’s smile widened. “She’s the key. You know that. And we’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from fulfilling her destiny.” --- Damon’s patience snapped, and he grabbed the spy by the collar, lifting him off the ground with ease. “What destiny?” he growled. “What is the prophecy’s endgame?”

Her body remained where it had fallen, heavy and unresponsive, cheek pressed into damp soil that smelled of iron and rot. A shape passed through the blur of her vision. Then another. Dark against darker. One of them stopped a few feet from her. She could feel it—not through touch, but through presence. Solid. Still. Watching. A voice broke the quiet. Low. Even. “…that’s fresh.” Another voice answered, slightly sharper, but just as controlled. “Not long. An hour, maybe less.” “Less,” a third said. “Blood’s still warm.” Louise’s breath stuttered again, a faint, broken sound that scraped past her lips. It wasn’t loud—but it was enough.

I read the news and it's about an official statement from Sweden Royal News. King Colton officially announced that Linnea won't be taking over the throne. He will continue the throne and Linnea's heir will be the one who continue the throne. They even told the news about Linnea's dyslexia. "I'm planning to.. go to America for awhile." She stated and I turned to her. "For what?" "Find myself again.. I was losing my marbles when I was here and in Denmark." "Why.. not here?" I asked. "I need time for myself, Isaac. I was hoping you could.. understand that and let me go for awhile." She looked at me seriously.

Whispers of servants, viewers of the council, I maintained my position, though my heart sank within me. The council chamber was bigger than I used to know in my childhood. The large ceiling, fancy tapestries, and floors made me feel tiny. Councilors were muttering together, when Rowan gave a signal that I was coming. They all stopped at once with the eyes on me. Formally Rowan announced it: "Her Royal Highness, Princess Aurelia Valeon," and bowed slightly. "Heir to the Valeon Kingdom." I smiled, nodded my head, attempting to make myself deaf to the accelerated beat of my heart.