Red White Royal Blue Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He turned to the king, who had leaned back as he gawked at him with a frown. He possessed the same white hair as an Auon but had snow-white skin that matched the hair. Akana first assumed that the king was an albino, but he assumed this was not the case as the king's eyes were ice-blue instead of red. Which was the customary color for albinos from what Akana had read? His face was softly shaped, but with a sharp chin and narrow nose. The prominent cheekbones gave him a foreign appearance. Akana assumed the king could be called handsome, even if he always had difficulty seeing what beauty is. Artworks were completely incomprehensible for the Auons. A waste of time, so to speak. "I guess your

"You don't spare me even when I'm in my menstrual period" ... ,, She said and covered her body with the blanket . What she was feeling that time was confusing her also . Fear of his eyes were worst than his actions . His eyes held Nothin but only blankness end them "Blood is Red and Red is my favourite colour . Enchanting scent of your period makes me insane enough to take you again and again" ... ,, Abhimanyu wore his clothes without even sparing a glance to her

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

He chuckled. "Uh… thanks… I…I never knew you were a tutor here." "Sure I was. A tutor with a heart the color blue, but yesterday, you made it red." He commented, and I knew what he meant. Red was also the color symbolizing love. But, even though I knew what he was getting at, I pretended not to know. "I believe all hearts are naturally red. Don't you think?" I retorted, and he chuckled. "No, mine was blue, but you made it red." He replied skillfully.

Both of his friends were now smirking with very predatory glints in their eyes and Aian groaned internally. “So, Yanyan, what is this ‘not quite’ that causes you to blush instantly and without prompting?” “I found my twin flame,” he said softly, not quite meeting his friend’s eyes, desperately trying to will away the increasing heat in his cheeks. “Oh wow! Congrats, dude!” “Nice work, Yanyan! Now you have to tell us all the details!”

craving for her touch. Never....never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined I would meet someone as wild as her. Dangerous Cold And... devious Not bothering to clean myself, I pulled up my trousers, leaving it hanging on my waist. I walked towards the balcony, picking my phone beside the nightstand and texted Dan. Storm; You want my Chevrolet Corvette, don't you,? Dan; I've been itching to go on a drive in it but you won't even spare me a glance...(sad emoji)

Even when my father—the most powerful mafia boss in the South—summoned me to return and take over his position, I immediately refused. I was certain my place was with Chase. But I was horribly wrong. In the end, all I got for giving up everything was Chase's betrayal. Stroking my belly, I felt tears blurring my vision. My heart ached as if an invisible hand had seized it, the pain so overwhelming that I could barely breathe. Just then, I saw Chase return, with Lucille trailing behind him. Through the doorway, I watched as they clung to each other, locking their lips in a deep, passionate kiss for three whole minutes.

‎I stared at the screen, scrolling slowly through Reya’s report. Every line made the smirk on my face stretch wider. ‎Name: Ren Banks ‎Age: 24 ‎Occupation: Artist (anonymously known as “Scarlet Thread”) ‎Residence: Apartment 4B, Willow Creek Complex ‎Known Associates: Best friend – Ayesha Hassan (frequent club companion) . Daughter of the commissioner and head of security. ‎Relationship Status: Currently engaged to Lila Quinn.

Maverick's POV My hand slowly went down to her waist, and I just held it, wanting to feel every part of her body. I raised my head up, and her red eyes flashed at me a little. “I'm an Alpha, Maverick, a female Alpha at that.” Blue said, tipping at the collar of my shirt. “I'm hard and difficult, and you're making me soft.” I took another sniff of her ear, and she gasped, pulling me really close this time.

Katarina’s attendant lifted two folded lengths of cloth from the back of a chair: one a deep blue shot through with silver thread, the other a rich Rustamid red trimmed with gold. “Table runners,” Katarina said. “The Eldorians prefer the blue. My father would prefer the red.” Her mouth tilted. “Personally, I would prefer not to start a war over fabric.” Isla glanced from one to the other. She remembered Catherine’s encounter with the princess. It could not be more different than the person who was asking her opinion. “The blue suits this room,” Isla said. “Your Highness. The stone. The light. The red would fight with it.”