Novel & Cerita Rags To Royalty

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 creaking sound of the door echoes inside as the sunlight meets the eye of the Majesty. There, he sees his armies together with their horses, weapons gathered into one place. Each and everyone appeared to be high-spirited. The Majesty and Earl halt their feet as they positioned themselves in front and at the center space of the armies. Squinting his eyes as he locks his gaze into his people, Majesty Dyrroth pulls out his sword from its scabbard as he yells--- "Today is finally the day that we will destroy the Raphbarg Kingdom! Raise your sword and scream along with me!" Majesty Dyrroth's determination influence his people to feel rage for the royal family of the Raphbarg Kingdom.

“And his parents want their son to have his crown princess before he’s eighteen. They want you two to start taking proper steps towards ruling.” “And he’s Prince Andrew… Andrew Harrison Brown, prince of Dustrich.” Queen Alyssa added. “Finally, someone mentioned his name. I’m starting to think this prince of mine has no name.” Amelia murmured. This time, her parents heard her murmur but choose to ignore it. “How I hate situations like this! Why can’t I just live like any normal girl would?” Amelia whined and her father laughed. “You are a normal girl, my princess.” “So why do I have to be subjected to an arranged marriage?” she wanted to ask but there was no point in asking. It had been expla

“South and west borders were hit simultaneously. They’re breaking through the outer gates faster than they should be able to. These aren’t normal rogues.” “How many?” I asked. Isaak’s jaw clenched. “Hundreds.” “Then we fight,” I said. He stared at me for half a heartbeat, like he still wasn’t done demanding answers from me, but then he gave a sharp nod. “Stay close,” he ordered. I gave him a level glare. “Don’t waste your breath.” He huffed something between a growl and a scoff. “Of course. Goddess forbid you listen to me.” Before I could respond, the south gates exploded inward. Rouges flooded through. Their eyes gleamed with a strange red shimmer, one I recognized instantly, from the thous

“You’ll only get in the way.” He opened his mouth to argue, but the sharp crack of a twig snapped them both into silence. Shadows moved between the trees, shifting, watching. Three rogues stepped out, eyes yellow and hungry, claws extended, grinning with teeth too sharp, too eager for blood. “Well, well,” the largest one rumbled, his voice like gravel. “The Alpha Queen herself, babysitting her human toy.” Ragnar stiffened behind her, but Raven didn’t look back. Her focus was on the rogues, her stance loose but ready, her wolf pressing against her skin ready to take over.

She clenched her fists, fighting against the pull he had on her. “You came to see me,” the rogue said, his voice low and gravelly, like it had been shaped by years of raw, unrestrained rage. “I didn’t think you’d be so… beautiful.” Raya’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart raced, but she refused to let him see how much his words affected her. “I came here to find answers,” she said, her voice sharp. “Nothing more.” The rogue chuckled darkly, his gaze flicking down to her lips before returning to her eyes. “Answers? From me?” He took a slow step forward, his presence overwhelming, his form radiating danger. “You might find more than you bargained for, Queen Raya.”

"But tonight is a formal state dinner. We must ensure the Amber Court looks flawless." Marta nodded approvingly, her experienced hands working quickly to wash Rosalie's long, fiery hair with the scent of sweet vanilla and crushed pearls. For the dinner, the three maids chose a breathtaking crimson silk gown. It was a masterpiece of royal tailoring, featuring a structured, off-the-shoulder neckline that elegantly exposed her collarbones and a heavy, sweeping skirt that pooled around her feet like liquid fire. The deep red color contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and vibrant jade eyes, making her look every bit the powerful Queen she was becoming.

Even though I hate to think it, the only reason that I know can make my mother cry if my dad is not dead is if he has been captured by rogues. Rogues are criminals. Unscrupulous beings. Angry and vengeful werewolves that have declared themselves independent from all laws. They attack packs to plunder, leaving maimed and murdered victims in their wake. And when they kidnap, they torture before asking their victim's family for ransom. I shudder with fear at the thought of my daddy in those animals' captivity. I doubt if he would survive two days. "Oh no! No! No! No!..." I find myself muttering to myself as I cry. "That is not the situation. You have to stay positive..."

The love she so has for her sister has gotten her into deep shit. She decided to call her men, who are highly skilled in tracking down even the footsteps of the smallest mouse. "Your Highness, what task do you have for us this time?" Ragas, who happens to be the Royal beta to Sandy, asked. "Ragas, how many times will I tell you to drop the honorary?" Ragas is the youngest beta that's ever led a royal Alpha in the Tainos tribe. He's a young man of 22, and he's the one destined to lead the princess back to her kingdom.

“Vanessa is your rightful Queen.” Andrew and I both let out a low warning growl and my mother takes a step back finally noticing Andrew in the room. “Mother,” my tone is full of warning. “This is Alpha Andrew, Ella’s father.” Gesturing in my mother’s direction, I give Andrew an apologetic look. “This is the former Queen, my mother, Talia.”