Picture Perfect Royal Christmas Novels & Stories

Roxanne called out, turning to him. While avoiding her eyes, Arthur's eyes rested on the picture once more, before facing the wall the frame rested on. "Of course, it is." 'The last picture we ever took as a family.' He wanted to add, but he figured it was better to keep shut. His reply caused Roxanne's eyes to sparkle, and she focused her gaze on the picture again. In it, she could see Madeline seated beside her husband, clad in a beautiful white dress, that caused the beauty of her flames of red hair to show. Beside her, the king sat, with a broad smile on his handsome face. This picture had to be at least twelve years old, because all the boys in the picture were little.

However, she didn't see any reason why she should concern herself with what happened to strangers. "You gotta try harder to change my mind." She looked up at him. "Look at the last picture." Alexander replied. Athena did what he said and abruptly stopped. Her breath was caught in her throat as she focused on the last picture. There were no corpses in it, but it made her skin crawl as she stared at it. In the picture, there was a cauldron lit with fire, it was filled with blood. She didn't need anyone to tell her whose blood was it.

They could technically date, just the idea makes me laugh a little. "Well thank you. I am not in the mood for flattery. The chocolate is for me. Emma here was asking you to bring it over because I just got dumped," Rosa says taking the chocolate box out of Freddie's arms. "I wasn't try to offend you. It's just Model Perfect needs more models for the holidays season. Would you be interested in helping us with the winter collection? We have been trying to hire redheads." "Is this a joke? You want me to dress like Santa's little ho-ho? Will I look like those chicks from that old Mean Girls movie? No thanks," Rosa says while stuffing her face with chocolate.

“They’ll love you. They’re all really nice, promise.” I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to say no to him, but I also knew that I was way out of my comfort zone on this. “I don’t have any sort of outfit that’s proper for meeting royalty,” I said tentatively. It was a lame argument, I knew, but it was the only thing I could think of that would get me out of this awkward introduction. “You were wearing jeans when you met me,” Felix pointed out. “I didn’t know you were royalty!” I protested.

Royal Wedding Micah sat in front of the dressing mirror, her swollen eyes covered with makeup, her brown hazel eyes drained of life, and her face masked with contour. Her long black hair was brushed and styled into a sophisticated low bun; a hairpin, which extended as a veil, concealed her face but was transparent and easy for the eyes to peer through. Micah was wearing a white gown with red color tints at the bottom of the dress. Heavy necklaces rested on her chest like a burden, and a black diamond earring dangled on both sides of her ears.

She hated the way it reacted, heat rushing to her skin, a weakness she hadn’t expected. Was he really so in love with Venessa that he destroyed my life for her? The thought sliced through her chest, sparking anger that burned hotter than his touch. The other couples slowly moved aside, leaving the dance floor clear until only they remained under the spotlight. Camera flashes lit the air as the music swelled. Then the MC’s voice boomed across the hall… “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s put our hands together for tonight’s most dazzling pair….the perfect couple! Chase Monroe, the country’s number one wealthiest bachelor and first to achieve international acclaim… and his partner….”

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

“I’ll talk to my father.” Luciano didn’t look convinced, but he let it go. “That’s everything,” he said after a moment. “Your flight leaves in thirty minutes.” “Of course it does,” I muttered, gathering the files. I paused, then looked up at him again. “I need something else.” That got his attention. A slow, knowing smile crept onto his face as he leaned back. “That doesn’t sound optional.” “It’s not.” I slid the black card across the desk toward him. “I need a full file on the royal family. Everything.”

In the end, I couldn't bear to let Noelle spend the last Christmas Eve of her life filled with regret. I searched through every office on the entire floor and finally found a female doctor about the same height as Ivana. I begged her to pretend to be Ivana. An hour later, the doctor appeared beside Noelle's bed, wearing a Santarina costume borrowed from somewhere on the street. She was holding Noelle's favorite doll. Noelle cried tears of happiness. "I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me." I covered my mouth and pulled Noelle tightly into my arms. A nurse took a picture of our final moment together. In the end, Noelle died on that snowy Christmas Eve.

Jubi’s eyes glittered mischievously, “you two can’t hide behind Mom all day. I’ll get my Christmas revenge.” “I’ll carry the coffee,” Royal set Precious on her feet who immediately raced to be picked up by Famke. He paused to kiss Famke on the lips, “Merry Christmas beautiful.” “Merry Christmas, Royal.” She smiled as he stared at her for a moment before he grabbed the breakfast tray his mother had prepared. “Come on. Presents.” He winked at Jubi, “I got you something amazing. You’ll forgive me for getting you up.” “It had better be cash.” She grunted as she lifted a pastry from the tray and tore into it with her teeth. She gave a groan, “oh Mom, these are incredible.”