Jen Royce Novels & Stories

the guy with the wavy blonde hair jokes once we’re within earshot. Reid leans in toward me, slipping an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t listen to Jax,” he murmurs teasingly. “He’s just salty that so many of these females can kick his ass.” “I heard that,” Jax calls, shooting Reid a glare. He slides his gaze over to me. “For the record, Serena, that’s not true.” “Sure it isn’t,” the Jason Momoa lookalike chuckles, tucking Astrid under his arm.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

She said it would ruin her progress in training. She even met a new guy today, Robby. He works at the bakery and also teaches music at the primary school. He was handsome…not as handsome as Azraiel of course, but handsome in a cute chocolate boy kind of way. He has dark sandy blonde hair and swoon worthy blue eyes...and most importantly, he didn’t make a face when he spotted her drooling over the chocolate truffle pastries.

Tears stain on his face. "Are you a power ranger?" He asked Jason in a crack voice. Jason look at him with a furrow eyebrows, I know he's confused so I signal him to say yes. "Yes!" Roy suddenly smiled. "Cool! My uncle is also a power ranger, I'm also studying to be power ranger too and I can save people like you and my uncle does!" I roll my eyes. Roy you just fell from the 13th floor and you're still blabbing about power rangers.

she admitted. “The Royce family?” She nodded. “You cannot blame me, I only arrived in the city today. This is all new to me.” Choi straightened his posture, a note of genuine pride entering his tone. "Mr. Royce is one of the highest-profile individuals in the country. He owns a chain of companies across multiple industries. While his wealth is generational, he has expanded the Royce reach immensely through his own brilliance and efforts.” Rivera listened closely. She expected to hear fear in the butler's voice, instead, she heard a genuine and, unwavering admiration and respect.

The medicine and therapy our doctors have him doing are helping him slowly recover, but he still has to take it easy. We ate and celebrated Ricky's birthday in peace, and let me tell you... if Hunter said something to upset Leah and make her cave herself in her room, I would be forever in debt to him, because I have not seen her all night. I need to remind myself to thank him later because the last I needed was to deal with her drama tonight. Everyone has been enjoying themselves drama-free.

He was now topless in front of me as he swung to bed. "What about my brother? Rodney, he's not the one who killed Bryce," I said worriedly. "Don't worry about him, he's with Lana. She can protect Royce, I know her very well. She's a childhood friend of mine and a really professional hired killer," Rodney explained. "But still, Royce should avoid her," I said.

She needed to know if Dom's surveillance corroborated Julian's explosive confession. "Yeah, about that," Dom's voice crackled through the phone, a note of genuine surprise in his usually unruffled tone. "This is a weird one for sure. First off, I spotted Royce. You know, the sketchy guy Julian met with late one night, the one with the reputation for... less than legal methods." Celeste’s stride faltered for a second. Royce? She remembered him, the shadowy figure from her own surveillance of Julian, the one who had immediately set off her internal alarms.

Joshua was relieved and said in a helpless tone, “Thank you for taking the trouble to do this, Mr. Larson…” Meanwhile, Kayson said, “Let’s not rush this, Mr. Cole. Let me make a call and ask about it.” Then, Kayson dialed Royce’s number. He believed that Royce would have resources or connections in this area because he was the wealthiest man in Skyriv. After receiving Kayson’s call, Royce could not hide the smile in his tone. “How can I be of help to you, Kayson?” Kayson said in a slightly embarrassed tone, “Uncle Royce, shall I hang up the call now?”

“You've only been working with him for a couple of weeks.” “You're right,” she told her aunty. This was the moment of truth. She checked with Marco, and she could now tell family about his identity. “But I'm learning more about him every day. In fact, there's something I want to tell you about him, but you have to promise to keep it a secret.” “Who would I even tell a secret to, bean?” Faye replied with a laugh. “I promise I won't tell a soul.” “Marco is a prince of an island.”