Picture Perfect Royal Christmas Novels & Stories

"You shouldn't. Lana is absolutely fine, nothing is going to happen to her so stop worrying dear" "I hope so. When is her Christmas party coming up" "Its on the 25th by 12 noon" First lady Samantha said, giving her husband a gentle smile. "I'll have to double the security at the venue, I wouldn't want there to be any trouble" "There won't be any problem Freddie, you worry too much" "She's our only child Sam, I've got to protect her with everything I have" the President said, lightly tapping his fingers on the table.

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the royal family photographer announced. I wished Kennedy was here. My holiday would feel like a real celebration of family and love. We hadn’t tied a knot yet, but I already considered her as my family and my wife. My parents were sitting on a gold double throne chair while Carlott and I were standing at the back. This year, my grandfather should be sitting on the throne chair. Unfortunately, it was impossible. So I still felt this holiday was incomplete. “Smile! Say cheese!” Classic. The flash flared. “Another one. All of you are standing, please?”

the queen said and she could see that she still didn’t believe it. “What did she do?” she asked not wanting to find out for herself. “Can you make snow fall even in summer? It’s been ages since snow fell in our kingdom,” the queen said and now it made sense. Ever since she was born there was not a single day no matter how heavy the rain was when snow fell. “I can try to do it for you. When I know how, I will surely make your dream come true,” she told her. They began to enjoy their tea accompanied by the birds singing flying over the garden. Winter was coming and she had a feeling it would be wonderful. She was going to start winter preparations and she now had an idea of what to buy for the

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

Their jaws were on the floor, so many shocking factors there. “And?” Conri asked after snapping out of it. His heart was drumming hard because as hard as he tried to hide it, seeing his cousin like that killed him. There was nothing he did not try to help his cousin but he had begun accepting that the Brum he raised and ruled with for so many years was gone. “Mate with their princess.” The Royal Beta finished off with the couple’s jaws dropping even lower than they had thought possible. Their brains were fried, mouth opening and closing all at once. All they could do was watch Beta Brum stride to the door which he opened and closed after him with such force it snapped those left in the room

I muttered and check the content it reads "You Are Invited To The Process Of The King's Bride Selection At The Palace.This IV Will Be your Pass.You might not be able to enter the palace without it." I hissed,it doesn't have any use,but I put it back into the pouch and skipped home happily ,the job hunting has been postponed.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.