Regency Romance Sims 4 Novels & Stories

Damn it… I turned slowly, keeping mt face impassive as possible. The two of them were staring at me and the woman - Melissa? - had a bright smile on her face. “This is the Luna Regent,” Simon was introducing the familiar woman to me, who was dressed in a silk top and trousers that looked super luxurious. The woman laughed, touching Simon’s arm and taking a step towards me. I froze in fright as she extended her hand to me. “Please call me Melissa, dear,” the woman stated. “After all you are going to be family soon.”

“A couple cannot stay without physical relations, and you are his wife. Do not fall pregnant, do you understand?” Mrs. Sims’ words fell like a stigma to Amelia’s heart. “Yes… I… Do!” she rasped. But did she, really? “Good! Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” Mrs Sims straightened up “let’s go into the parlor, shall we? And by the way, I am Mr. Dax’s housekeeper, do well to keep yourself in check in front of the young master, and do not give your act away, that is my warning to you.”

she instead asked. “Simiyan Collier. It’s so lovely to finally meet you!” Simiyan smiled. Emily’s gaze travelled to our interlocked hands again, before coming to me. “What’s going on here?” she asked. “Where?” I counter asked. “Here! Who is this woman?” she snapped. Before I could say anything, Simiyan beat me to it. “Oh, he didn’t tell you? I’m so sorry! I’m his fiancée!” Simiyan beamed, revealing a pink diamond rose ring which I assumed must be magic.

“An established outlet who cannot resists the temptation of money has no place in Diamond Country” “I will take over and rebuild it once the weeds are plucked” he stared at Mark with his cold gaze. “In exchange?” Mark is a businessman. He wouldn’t do things for free. “Nothing” Simon said flatly. “I have nothing to offer that you’re willing to accept” “Except, perhaps, some directions on how to proceed?” Simon winked at him then stood up from the sofa. “Simon says, try to complete the documents required for getting married. How about that?” he pulled a tissue and started wiping the seat he has occupied and walked out of the door without looking back at Mark.

“You are in charge here, aren’t you?” “Yes, Miss Lily.” “It should be Mrs. Smith. I might not have entered the palace, but the pact’s been sealed with our blood. Technically, I am Regan’s wife now.” The man’s expression darkened, and something flickered in his eyes. However, he was quick to regain his composure. “Please forgive my lack of foresight, Mrs. Smith.” Bowing from his waist, the man introduced himself. “I am Eric Cooper, Prince Regan’s assistant. Prince Regan sends his apologies for not coming to receive you personally.”

The South Regent said, “Whatever. What you’re planning is none of my business. My weapons and men are very expensive.” Simon gritted his teeth, but he understood the difference between losing the war and losing the entire battle forever. If he did not shift everyone’s attention away now, the Quinn family would be finished. “It doesn’t matter how expensive they are. Send your men here as soon as possible,” said Simon. “I want them in Breeze City before tonight.” “No way,” said the South Regent. “I don’t dare send anyone into Riveria. Handle it yourself.” Simon gritted his teeth in anger. However, he was the one asking for help, and time was running out, so he had no choice but to agree.

Simon sighed as he stared at the former Luna and Alpha's statue on the fountain. It's been a few days since the mating ceremony. He wondered if Scarlett would ever come back. Not because he misses her but because without her, his plan won't fall through. Ever since his uncle had known who his mate was, he had been visiting for breakfast. Uncle Viggo never visits for breakfast or wastes any time chit-chatting at the mansion but he does this time. Which made Simon uncomfortable.

I glance at Simon who twitches uncomfortably, shifting his weight from one foot to another, and Cain, who watches from the doorway like he's not part of the family. "Come here… both of you." Mrs Agnes says, stretching her arms out for Simon to the length the drip allows. "Kiss your wife," mother insists. Simon hesitates just a second too long before complying. He kisses me… but it’s empty. I don't feel any sparks... I feel nothing. I glance at Cain, whose fist is clenched tight and he's glaring at Simon like he wants to rip his head off. Simon pulls away from the kiss. "We should start trying," he says quietly. My breath catches. "For a baby."

“Amber. I see you’ve brought the man who thinks he’s clever enough to manage my legacy while dragging an anchor of illegitimate heirs behind him.” The insult was calculated, designed to draw blood. Greg didn't flinch. He stepped forward, entering the Titan’s personal space without an invitation. “I’m not here to manage your legacy, Mr. Miller,” Greg said, his voice dropping into the low, resonant frequency he used when he was most dangerous. “I’m here to marry your daughter. And I didn't come to ask for your permission. I came to offer you a treaty.” Sette’s eyebrows arched. “A treaty? You come into my house with two children from two different women—a scandal waiting to break—and you speak

Jacques walks toward me from across the hallway, his muscular body fitted in a polo and sweatpants, his dark curls falling perfectly over his forehead. He reaches me, leans down and kisses me softly. “I have an errand to run, I’ll be right back.” He looks towards Regan. “This must be your sister. Welcome back.” He extends his hand politely but she draws her arm back dramatically. “Who are you,” she says coolly, “and when did we start letting in charity cases?” I chuckle. “Regan, be nice.” She arches a brow. “Just go, babe,” I murmur to Jacques. “I’ll see you when you get back.”