Regency Novels & Stories

On the 1,001st day, Ruby Anderson still hadn't shown up at the city hall. The staff member tapped on the rejected application form and laughed at me mockingly. "Mr. Scott, this makes a thousand times, You should set a time with Ms. Anderson before coming back. "Stop wasting everyone's time." Everyone knew that Ruby was the richest person in this city. She had very limited time. When she was happy, everyone would respectfully address me as "Mr. Scott". However, when she was upset, I would be treated even worse than her nanny. Everyone would take a dig at me. They seemed to have forgotten that she was the one who proposed to me 99 times with roses. She had told the whole world th

Yes, that is right, I work as a bartender for fun. I actually own an empire, a clan, and a couple of real estate places just because I can. Now that I am coming down in age, I have been looking for someone to share my riches with. This has been proven to be incredibly difficult unfortunately because of the place I currently reside at. The majority of girls I find in Los Angeles are gold diggers, and I cannot stand it. At least if you are going to dig for gold have a plan to use your money wisely. I do not understand why someone would degrade themselves to use men for money, but then use all of the money they get to buy useless sh*t like handbags and perfumes.

Exotic cars rolled in, flanked by soldiers in colorful uniforms. “What the hell is going on?” Michael muttered, stunned. “Elsie? If this is a joke. You have to stop it. This can cost you your career.” I turned to him with pleading eyes. “This isn’t a joke,” he said softly. “I’m sorry it took this long for you to know.” The leader of the guards approached and bowed. “Mr. Sterling, apologies for the delay. Traffic was heavy.” “Mr. Sterling?” I whispered, my heart racing. “Sterling Jackson? The son of the next president of the United States?”

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

He trained me well for my posts, ensuring that I knew how to navigate the precarious minefield of political alliances, the importance of trusting my instincts, how to handle the hard decisions, as well as how to be the person that our people and our kind needed. Regency came with great promise but overpowering burdens as well. It was an honor to be Regent because it allowed me to be an Alpha but on a much larger scale. What I meant was that I could protect those who needed protection while also ensuring that evil deeds would never be swept underneath the rug. Obviously, I wasn’t omniscient, but I never turned a blind eye when I heard whispers, rumors, or accus

“I’m just not sure how it will all work if Dominic loses his title.” “Usually, if the heir is not old enough to lead yet and the alpha can no longer perform his job, the king or the council will appoint a regent or a proxy to lead in their stead until they are old enough,” Reid says, turning off the main road and onto the side street that leads to the center of Silver Ridge. “But that’s when the heir is a member of the same pack. Since you’re a Crescent Lake member, that means she’ll be born as a Crescent Lake member as well, and I’m not sure what that will mean for her in terms of becoming the alpha of Silver Ridge.”

[The Return of the Kings] Ang bawat dambuhalang pinto ng Regency na bumubukas sa aming harapan ay tila nagbibigay-daan sa dalawang multo na nagmula sa kailaliman ng impiyerno. The air inside the capital sector didn't smell like the freedom we had fought for; it smelled of stale incense, burnt copper, and the terrifying, heavy silence of a population that had been brought to its knees. We were no longer running from the crown—we were the ones bringing the storm back to its birthplace.

team. "The Sovereign unit is 'Out of Bounds'," the Lead Editor announced, his voice a sound of paper being torn. "This area is for 'De-commissioned Assets' only. The Alpha-Regent has completed his cycle. He is currently being 'Re-mastered' for a new sector." "He's not a master!" Lyra screamed, her obsidian blade igniting in a flurry of violet sparks. "He's my mate! And you are not taking him to another sector!"

Evan held her hand tightly, offering her comfort and reassurance. "Don't worry, Bella; it's just a matter of a few months. You can meet your father after graduation. We will buy a house in Santa Mir after marriage and build a small vacation home there." Bella looked at him in surprise. She had never considered the idea of settling down in Santa Mir, the small coastal town where she had grown up. The thought of returning to her roots and starting a family there filled her with a sense of nostalgia and longing. She squeezed Evan's hand, feeling grateful for his unwavering support and love.

She didn't have the stamina to outrun this god-like figure, let alone serve as his star. As they finally breached the perimeter of the Regent Global Tower, Kyler was already waiting at the entrance. He was earnestly scrutinizing the structure and its founder, both of whom were exceptionally young. Because it was a freshly marked territory, the architectural bones and materials were all top-tier. Kyler looked up at the magnificent skyscraper and let out a heavy sigh. "For Regent Global to settle in such a stylish den shows impressive strength." Theo walked up, overhearing the elder’s assessment. He corrected him with Alpha-authority, "Mr. Kyler, this entire skyscraper is Regent Global’s exclu