Regency Novels & Stories

It's wasn't too far from Alex's place where they where seated. They got to the compound,it was a big compound that has a large space and three buildings in it. The first building had three flats which are all self-contains but only one was completed which was Humphrey's place. While the second building had 2 bedrooms flat each and was fully completed, the third building was a little duplex which was also fully completed and was used by the owner of the compound. Humphrey opens this apartment and leads both Tory and Grace inside, it was a large apartment and was well furnished, it was painted green and black inside with a drawing of one of Africa's reggae musician image.

Winter had arrived shortly after the war, but the workers were still working on the mansion. “Shouldn’t you be busy with noble stuff?” Yuki asked Cecilia. “Right now everyone is just dealing with their own regions. The region I’m in charge of sustained the least damage so I’m not as busy. A lot of damage was in the north and western regions.” “Your parents are busier huh.” “Mmhmm.”

He asked in panic. "Honestly I don't know but what I know now is that I can finally find a way to reach her, I'll be on my way to the the regency grande suites that's the address she gave me." I told mr chad, and he re echoed the name again "regency grande suiteIsn't that an outskirt of a hotel? Okay let's go." He with eagerness to meet Sylvia. "No you have to stay here, it's very risky to go out at the danger of the night, you need to stay back I'll handle things myself." I beseeched holding his arms, he slipped his hands off.

She looked broken. “You can go,” I said coldly. “Hell no! She’s not going anywhere until I deal with her!” Annabel screamed, struggling. “Wait.” I stumbled to my drawer, grabbed my checkbook, and scribbled a check. I shoved it at the maid. “Here’s five hundred thousand dollars. Take it, get out of this mansion, and never show your face to me or my family again. Oh, and make sure you take the morning-after pill. Now go.”

Regency Enterprise enjoyed a high status in Buckwood’s real estate market. This was why the Jeans of Mordu, the Morgan Financial Group, as well as other powerhouses, wanted Regency Enterprise as their own. As the real estate market upstarts gazed at Mandy, their eyes sparkled with utter admiration. This woman had the looks and the body of a goddess. More importantly, her words hold enormous weight in Buckwood’s real estate market. Everyone present depended on Regency Enterprise to survive. They had to admire the mere appearance of this woman.

"He is trying to use the Alpha's marrow as an iron baseline. It's an old trick of the First Court." The Regent stepped into the basin. His boots had copper cleats. They bit into the stone with electric sparks. He raised his left hand, clad in a heavy gauntlet of braided silver wire and pointed it directly at the human-sized indentation in the map. "Step aside, Engineer," the Regent commanded. "The Princess belongs in the casing. Her father owed thirty-two sheets of frontier maps to the High Bureau. The family estate will settle the ledger tonight." Two Grenadiers lunged forward, their long, copper-wound cables raised like whips, the blue-glowing bayonets at their hips whistling through the a

Realizing the danger that she was putting herself in by sharing her opinion and feelings out loud, she chattered about more neutral topics the rest of the way to their destination. Kendra learned that the campus was only a small part of the city that housed the regime. While the campus was manned by scientists and military personnel - both human and alien – the rest of the city was populated by aliens and their human servants. Only the Winabegs were allowed to have servants, though. The lesser aliens were left to fend for themselves when it came to menial tasks that the Winabegs relied upon the humans to do. Occasionally a free human from the outside of the city would enter to trade and ba

“Lord Reginald!” Reginald’s eyes narrowed as he swept a cold gaze over both Andrew and Fulton. Though his voice was light, it carried an unmistakable authority. “This is the royal palace. If you’re not interested in staying, perhaps you’d like to join your fiancée and leave?” Reginald narrowed his eyes, glancing past Andrew and Fulton. Though his voice was light, it carried an intimidating authority. He had little regard for either of them—one was petty and narrow-minded, unable to tolerate his former fiancée's success; the other was indecisive and weak, failing to stand up for Miranda in the grand hall, leaving her to face the Queen Dowager alone.

"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."