Regency Novels & Stories

“ 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

Chapter 99 - Concordia Accord “Her presence can shift the balance of power across all the regions,” King Regulus’s voice rang out firmly in the closed room. “We cannot pretend it doesn’t.” Despite being the one to step up in helping Maxton take back the Western throne, he was still doubtful of Georgia’s existence, and the power she carried.

The person on the other line laughed even harder. ["Yah! You have no right to bargain with me. Remember you're keeping a name, so if you don't want to ruin the reputation you're keeping, give me the price I want. Three million. After all, you're rich and part of a royal family, right?”] He even emphasizes the words 'royal family' and seems to be teasing Rebecca. However, the threat is still there in the tone of the speech.

I replied to him stylishly ignoring the love part. “You will get to love her as time goes on, but I have another request. I want you to become my regent. I may not be strong enough to cleanse this capital of its unrighteousness, but I know you can. You have the strength, Miquel. We know there are three bad eggs influencing the others among the administration but I can't do anything about it, but I won't stop you from removing them” he was referring to Premier Casino and his dogs. I nodded, agreeing to be his regent. My mission is to uproot them.

She said and spun on her heel. I couldn't hold the smile that erupted on my face, "Thank you, Trish." There were mostly women on our staff. His jaw tightened. His cold gaze turned to me. "Please, have a seat. Don't mind. We're protective toward each other," Aerial said. I knew she was holding her tongue. But her frightening look unsettled me. He held out his hand, "Marcus Valentino. You must have heard about me." he asked "Aerial, Yes. The king of construction. Recently... is interested in buying property." She shook her hand.

The world watched. Caleb’s smile faltered for the first time. “Ariana,” he said carefully. She didn’t look at him. She looked into the lens. At billions. “I am not your weapon,” she said evenly. The dual system map behind her shifted. ARCHITECT — PRIMARY HEIR — ACTIVE The REGENT line flickered. Caleb’s jaw tightened. “You need governance,” he insisted. “You need me.” Ariana’s voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 The St. Regis penthouse was no longer a sanctuary; it was a war room.

"Anger can be spent, but doubt grows like a rot, it will tear the kingdom down from the inside before the week is out." Constance stayed for only a heartbeat before turning to go, but she was back again twenty minutes later, her chest heaving as if she had run from the very pits of hell. "He named it," she choked out, the air in the room turning ice-cold as the news sank in. "The temporary regency, he did not even call for a vote, he simply declared it a motion under active consideration and demanded it be added to the session record immediately."