River Royal Novels & Stories

SINKING The royal fuel and gas has been one of the best stable and reliable company in this country. With its numerous fuel stations and gas points countrywide, offering the best fairest prices and the best quality gas, it's ranked the best in terms of quality, fair prices, best most reliable, and best services in the country. That, I read from different sources, has been possible by its young owner and CEO who has tried so much to keep his face off the camera. But as the owner of such a big company, unless you hide under the face of the earth, your footsteps on the surface will be traced in one way or the other. And so, Jerol O'Brian McCall has been recognized for being the brain behind the

“And even if she’s not, is that even something to reprimand with, Ricardo?” My grip on the teacup tightened. I couldn’t feel the warmth anymore because all I could think of was my father's deadly gaze toward River. Goodness. Does he have a death wish? I warned him a lot of times about not crossing my parents! “Yes, River,” Dad answered with a smirk as he placed the newspaper on the side. His tone was cold and serious. “She’s the heir of the Miller family, and she’s representing the entire clan. And soon? She will also be one of the Continental family.”

There were several pictures of the high profile guests expected to grace the event, but one stopped me cold. “Who’s this?” I asked, tilting the iPad toward Ruth. “Oh, that?” She beamed. “That’s Alec Rivera — CEO of Daston Airlines and heir of the Rivera Group. Practically North America’s royalty.” My fingers lingered on the glass longer than I meant to. Standing at over six tall, he had the kind of presence that reached through the screen — chiseled jawline, lips made for trouble. And eyes the color of deep water, impossible to read and harder to look away from.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

She knew he was self-conscious about it. Within half an hour, they had checked in and were in the suite. It was luxurious, but couldn’t compare with the royal summer palace. It was roughly on par with the servants’ quarters, which amused her. The view was spectacular though, rising several stories in the air and giving a marvelous view of the confluence of the Rhône and Arve rivers.

"My instincts never lie." Sitting next to her and placing one of his hands on top of hers, "Just know you will always have me by your side River. I love you." He told her with a charming smile. "And I love-" River didn't get to complete her statement when Royal pushed her to the ground roughly, together with himself, as a long talon fingers- which looks like a bird talon- from nowhere tried to grab hold of River neck. Royal was up to his feet quickly and was fast enough to carry River and himself on the bed as the long talon magically burst out from the ground which they were before and went back inside.

“I’m sorry, madam. I’m just a driver. But maybe you should visit and see some places that play huge significant value to the history of Capria.” “See? You’re not just a driver. Tell me about the King?” “Ahh. America has no monarch, yeah? The first king was King Kamrun—” “Who?” “King Kamrun of Braynburg?” “Oh, and the current King?” “He’s critically ill.” His people must love the King if he didn't rule like in that 15th-century monarchies. “I’m sorry to hear about that.” My chest felt hollow. “The Prince apparent is Prince Isodore, Duke of Burkhese. You should visit Burkhese. It’s a great place, surrounded by the ocean. If you want to visit a little bit colder than Winterbourn, try Guardion.

He greeted her without showing any emotions in his face and looked unapproachable but Alexander told her that he was trustworthy and strong. He was also Alexander's right-hand man. It was weird to have a vampire as a right handman of a shapechanger. No matter how their kind fell to the same category, an immortal and strong supernatural being, vampires and werewolves would never bend their knees to each other. However, Robert Heinsley was different. He was a three hundred years old vampire. Old enough to become a Master but instead of ruling a kingdom for himself, he rather liked it to serve under the Beast Lord of the Southern Shifter Faction.

The Kingdom of Treiz immediately sent his reserved armies to the Royal Island. The Royal Isle of Los Angeles was a protectorate of Baltimore but open to all the Royal Families of the United Kingdom of Aseana. The place was a nice venue for royal family summer vacation because of its white beaches and a wide range of golf area. Our scholars have discovered that the island has the largest gold deposits in the history of man but we decided not to exhaust such minerals.