Regency Novels & Stories

Hestia took a deep breath and reply. "You know that's she's a crown princess right?? That means she can't decide out of whim, because a small hasty decision can hugely affect the Greek monarchy. And you know that House Astaril is the Head of every House Royal in Greece. Plus you should know this because you're a fucking Greek for Pete's sake." Amelia said, pinching her nostrils. "Fuck monarchy, what if kidnap Hestia, so she can love me again??"

The 35 year old brunette sighed as she gazed upon her daughter. “She’s going to be fine, Cassie”, Jonathan assured his wife as he came up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Margret”, the witch sternly corrected, moving away from her husband to check the wards around Lena’s room. “Sorry, force of habit”, the 38 year old man said, apologetically “but you do know she is going to be fine, right?” Margret turned to him, candle in hand “you don’t know that” she lit the candle with a snap of her fingers and set it down on the windowsill.

The sound of the jet's engine infiltrated the airport as it taxied to a stop, its white surface glinting in the sunlight as it came to a halt. After a moment, the stairs lowered as Arcangelo stepped out of the interior, walking down the stairs as a Rolls Royce stood awaiting him. "Welcome to America, Mr. Regnante." The man, his escort, spoke with a polite smile and a professional stance. "I hope your flight was alright." "Yes, it went well," Arcangelo informed as he turned on his phone, glancing at the lack of messages and calls before slipping it into his blazer's pocket.

** “I’ve never seen so many people gathered together, even during your father’s time.” This was the statement my mum had made to me when we went out in the Balcony to see the people and present Garret. She had said this impulsively and for her to have made such a statement, you should know that the number of Reignile werewolves that had gathered were mighty. — mightier than any crowd I had ever seen. The Canine Reigns was divided into five parts— the Northern, the Southern, the Eastern, the Western, and the Central Reigns, and from the understanding we had gotten from my mother’s guesses, the entire Central Reigns was probably occupied by the subjects in attendance.

“ I know that but you are not getting any younger. It's not that I am trying to tell you guys what to do. You are adults and know what you are doing but I just want to say, you are not getting younger. The longer you take, the harder it will be for you to conceive. Besides that, both of you are only children. If anything happens to either of you, no one will be left to carry on the family legacy.” I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying anything. I can't tell her. I just can't. I hate that I am lying to her becuase she had been nothing but an angel in my life. Without her, I would have nothing in my life. I would have not met Marcus and I would not be married to him right now. I am always

"Tsk, so possessive. Even I have to tell you what I'm thinking, you?" "It is clear. I don't want you to think about other men," Regan said possessively, making Angela roll her eyes. "I was just thinking if I am a princess cooped up in a big and luxurious mansion," Angela replied with a chuckle. "You are indeed the daughter of Angela, a nobleman who is confined in this mansion with the prince on a white horse," Regan said, making Angela chuckle. "Not a prince on a white horse anyway, because I didn't come here using a horse but a white helicopter," Regan said, now starting to wrap Angela's body with both hands holding on to the guardrail on the left and right sides of Angela's body.

"We are sorry, Your Highness..." "You wished to see me, Your Highness..." Lord Toiba bowed in front of the Prince Regent who had been waiting for him inside the office he occupies as the regent. The Prince Regent sat comfortably on his seat, gazing at Lord Toiba with great caution. Knowing that the minister is loyal to the late king. "Lord Toiba, if the one next in line to the throne is mentally incapable to lead what are the repercussions of this case?" The minister seemed to be taken aback by the question that he didn't know how to look at the eyes of the Prince Regent. The Prince Regent leaned close to the table with his hands propped on top of it. His cold gaze gazing towards the ministe