Jen Royce Novels & Stories

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

The man who had recognised Royce first, says. His hair may be pure white, but his eyes are sharp and full of life as they remain fixed on Royce. “He broke no law or rule,” Royce declares, and I can’t deny that sounds sexy-as-fuck. “As I said, I am above my father's rank.” He doesn’t move, but the moment his eyes snap up, he unleashes his immense aura, and he doesn’t hold back at all. A violent wind whips through the room, and everyone shields their face. Some are forced back, pressed into their seats, their hair and clothes whipping around them. I can see the waves of power in the air. Lightning runs through Royce’s hands and I look down at our combined hands.

A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head. Raj looks like a skinny matchstick while Ryan looks like a huge, thick matchbox. And looks hot, just like a freshly baked muffin coming right away from the oven. His chiseled jawline accentuates his sculpted face that is worth drooling. I want to save his face on my phone’s wallpaper. His shoulders are bulky and broad, muscularly squared and his sturdy hands are in the pocket of his navy blue pants, which remind of yesterday's incident. I hope I didn’t burn Hotty’s balls.

she says rather loudly, ensuring to catch a glance at Draco as she does but giving most of her attention to Royce. Draco is already turning around and walking in the other direction. Royce on the other hand does not buy it, his gaze set dead on Draco’s retreating form. From here they can only see his side profile. “That’s definitely Draco,” Royce’s voice almost sounds like a growl, his eyes shone with annoyance in them, “you never fucking thought to mention it to me?” he asks insistently. Raven is almost taken aback by the indignance in his tone. He never talks to her so rudely, but she chalks it up to shock of seeing Draco. Still, she doesn’t back down, standing on her words.

Why is he so irritated this time? When Mr. Johnson exits the elevator, I'm surprised. He's young. Well, younger than I imagined. I mentally thank myself for dressing up a bit more today. He is tall, with blonde hair cut just above his shoulders, blue eyes, and a thick beard. Based on his size, I can imagine his physique underneath the suit. I stand up to greet him. He is almost as big as Ryan. "Mr. Johnson! Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" He quickly looked me up and down, making me blush. "Follow me. Mr. Ryan is waiting," he nods.

I have enough strength not to fall to the floor by his feet and cry. "It was better, the less I explained. We couldn't have any complications in getting you out," Rylan tells me. He's not apologetic in any sense. He's flat, impassive and infuriating. I exhale shakily. "The Rylan I thought I knew wouldn't even consider this, but I suppose that was an act." Rylan nodded smoothly, and my heart broke a little more. "So if you're not religious, then the ceremony shouldn't have mattered. Sinning shouldn't worry you-"

“Christiana, I heard you talking to her. You called her Éti.” A fleeting smile appeared on his face before it turned solemn. Royce looking like this hurt her. Maybe he really still loves Christiana. “Étienne.” He had a faraway look on him. “He’s my brother.” Wait. What? He has a brother? Anne sat up straight when she heard it. All this while she had been wrong and now she felt bad. “You don’t have to–” “He’s an artist.” Royce took a sip of his wine. “Sculptor, primarily. Some painting. He lives downtown, does everything on his own terms, and has no interest in the company and never did.” A pause. “We used to be close.”

I bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time in my rush to get to my best friend, who, as I came to the landing, I could see was firmly in the grasp of Adrian, peering up at him in fear but also… something else, something I didn’t bother deciphering in that moment. “Ah, here they are, finally!” Adrian stated, his dramatic flair working in overtime as he moved his hand from Maeve’s waist to the countertop behind him, leaning lazily against it. She almost looked disappointment at the loss of his touch, her brow slightly pinching together before her gaze met mine and relief was replaced by whatever had crossed her mind seconds earlier. “Julius, I feel like I know you already but I am happ

Carra walked into the store and saw Audrey glaring angrily at the current shopkeeper, Hawley. The maid Reina who followed next to her was holding a set of packaged jade heads in her hands. Hawley was Vira's distant nephew. He was thirty-five or six years old, with upright face but no lack of shrewdness. Carra was very satisfied with him since he had been working conscientiously and fulfilling his duties as the treasurer of Lora. Hawley did not show weakness in the face of Audrey's unreasonable clamor. Although he bowed down and saluted respectfully, he still insisted on standing firmly and did not give in.