Regency Novels & Stories

Genevieve sat across the salon, reading a magazine as she had her hair curled, and Nova squirmed in her seat as a manicurist tried to file her nails. "It must be so fun going to all your dad's parties, huh?" Kendra asked me, painting a second coat of color onto my nails. She wasn't much older than me, maybe twenty five, at the most. She was tall and stick thin and had caramel colored hair. "Sure," I said. "Very fun." "Your dad's running against Robert Killian, isn't he? And of course Garrett Greenwood." "Yes, he is." "Well, your dad's got my vote. He's a great mayor. Everyone knows Greenwood's never going to mayor this town, and that Killian guy is new to town, too, I hear. What does he know

He said that with his Alpha voice, but it had no effect on me. He’s so stupid I could see the rejection had an impact on him. I jerked my hair back from Amy and held my head high, “I, Phoenix Greeley accept your rejection Gael Ryker, with pleasure.” I don’t know how I walked away from him when he was on the ground holding on to Amy watching me walk away.

I took out my phone and called the CEO of a company—Ryder Zen—who once offered me a lucrative position. "Mr. Zen, you mentioned you needed a manager for your branch overseas. Is that role still open?"

Reggie had been thinking about it, and now the solution had turned up! The more he thought about it, the more pleased he became. The Aequor was a big, five-star hotel with an income of over 100 million annually. Wouldn't that mean that he had gotten himself a veritable goldmine? Once he had made up his mind, Reggie urged, 'Let's not waste any time so that he won't have time to escape!" "Yes! That's right!" Anton nodded quickly and instructed the butler to get a helicopter ready. He immediately led Reggie and the men from the Wind Dancers into the helicopter.

Discretion is essential. Translation. Move soldiers loyal to me into key positions before the war begins. When the chaos hits I will have military control of the most critical entry point into the kingdom. I sealed the second letter and placed both envelopes on the corner of my desk. Then I opened the locked drawer one more time and pulled out an older document. One I had written years ago. A contingency plan I hoped I would never need. Operation Regency. The formal protocol for removing a sitting Lycan King and installing a regent in times of crisis.

I murmured. Before Bryce could lose his mind entirely, the heavy vault door ground open. Brook’s primary executioner stepped into the chamber, his posture rigid and arrogant as he addressed me. “I speak for the Regent, Brook Afolayan. The mid-year council is currently reviewing our territory gains on the upper floors. The Regent requests your presence at the table to observe.” My expression didn't flicker. “My banishment has lasted a full year. The syndicate’s blood wars are no longer my concern.”

"I believe I've made myself quite clear. Yusky and Namvail are both cities within the jurisdiction of the south county, so they are both entitled to the discount as well. There is no reason to treat you both any differently from the other cities when it comes to this sort of thing." "Thank you, sir! You're a wise man, and you are very much suited to this position!" Regan immediately became excited and even began to flatter Severin. "I could tell that you were an extraordinary character when we were at the entrance earlier. You give off this vibe of being a cut above the rest!" Many people looked at Regan in shock, for he had been so utterly shameless that his statement was practically a slap

At least he had the support to leave what felt so suffocating. "Thank you very much, Uncle. Then I will let you go first," said Regi who did not even look at the gerand or his accomplices. Those men were really annoying but Regi had to rely on herself. She's not an easy person then. It's just that while waiting for a taxi or bus, not a single vehicle passes. All that was left was the sound of a cricket accompanying the woman waiting. Ah really, really annoying. That's when a car arrives which Regi knows is Gerand Yosefa's. This luxury car only belongs to an arrogant and feeling CEO like Gerand Yosefa. What's more, with a very striking color, namely gold.

Nate snaps. “Tell me, mama,” Green Eyes leers. “How old are you?” “Not old enough to be your mom,” I lean forward, voice sweet like syrup. Then, I switch to French: «Mais je parie que même ta mère regrette de ne pas avoir pris la pilule du lendemain.» I bet even your mom regrets not taking Plan B. The room goes dead. Green Eyes stands so fast his chair crashes backward. The woman on his lap hits the floor hard.

There were tall buildings made of brick or other woods, some of which had metal roofs, with their windows covered up with glass, and looking up towards them, Christian admired the way the light bounced of every pane of glass, lighting up everywhere even in the dimly lit environment. Suddenly he started to also feel some kind of vigor, within him and he laughed softly to himself saying, “Oh shit, I am literally standing right outside of the fucking Federal Building.” “Yeah, you are.” Someone said from behind, and whirling around Christian came face to face with his mother and Bianca who literally had wide smiles on their faces too. They must have been done at the station, because they had the