Roc Royal Imagines Novels & Stories

He must think been hot is everything 'But I don't mind anyways,he's gorgeous' I smiled and realized my thoughts. "Stop it Courtney, you are here for the money remember"I hit my self on the head to cursion my thoughts. "But come to think of it,he doesn't look like a king,he's more like…." "Milady, what does a king look like? It not you have met one before to know"Reena rolled her eyes and I shrugged "You are right,how will I know what he look like,well it non of my business,I just need to keep this up for a while and leave after I got disqualified,as simple as that,I should focus on the compensation that the most important thing"Reena nodded

Their rich oil deposits and rare Earth minerals had probably had something to do with England’s acquiescence. She held her breath as the prince came into sight, battling the latest surge of nerves. Her first sight of him wasn’t the professional evaluation it should be. Instead, she noticed his lean, toned physique displayed by the tight white tank top he wore. It wasn’t what she would’ve expected from a Prince, but she couldn’t argue that it certainly highlighted how muscular his arms were—which reminded her that she was there to work, not ogle the Prince.

AT MY PLACE. Yes_you_suck YAY! PARTY! Will_the_devil SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, BUT, ROYAL WEDDINGS CAN TAKE PLACE ONLY AT THE PALACE. Cereal_killer ... I_love_my_mommy ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... THAT'S EVEN BETTER ISN'T IT? Cereal_killer YASS! WE GET TO SEE THE PALACE AND TASTE THE RICH PEOPLE FOOD. Yes_you_suck

“Is that enough, or do I need to list off another crime she committed?” Rox looks at me with suppressed anger. I glance at Damian and Myra. “Those two… they are merely not Royale and an omega but reincarnations of Damian Beaufort and Myra, one High Queen’s grandson and the other a poor human who was killed by your… precious Queen,” I say icily. The gob-smacked expression is satisfying until someone says, “Still don’t believe you.” Goddess! These fucking vermin simply want to turn a blind eye to everything just to secure a good position in the hierarchy.

“Well. That was… something.” Atlas groaned, collapsing into a chair and running hands through his hair. “She won’t listen. She keeps trying like she came to the palace because of me.” Phillip chuckled, leaning against the wall. “She really doesn’t know, does she? That the Crown Prince has eyes for only men. And there’s a certain farmer who makes you moan loud enough to keep the whole cottage awake.” He winked. “Don’t worry secret’s safe with me… but damn, Atlas, you’re playing with fire.”

I asked, though my voice failed me. “Instinct,” Marcus answered. “And experience.” I swallowed. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” he asked lightly. “Because imagination doesn’t usually come with patterns.” My heart slammed harder. “What patterns?” “The way you defend him,” Marcus said. “The way you look for him before you speak. The way you pause now.” I clenched my teeth. “You’re crossing a line.” “I cross lines for the good of the crown,” he said. “You should thank me.”

SKYLA. I hear Royce stifle a chuckle, letting out a small cough instead as he tries to hide his smile, and is it just me or does he look drop-dead gorgeous when he’s trying to keep up that broody front. He’s gorgeous, but when he gives you that rare breath-taking smile, damn, it does something to me. When I had told him this story originally, I had seen it and I don’t think I will get that image out of my mind…

Roger rose from his sleep in grief. His dream was the most terrifying ever. His heart was troubled. He tried to interpret the dream himself but he could not. He retracted his royal coat from it's stand and walked out to check if the royal spectre was still there. He heaved a sigh of relief on seeing that the spectre, the symbol of peace and unity of the coven, was intact. His dream said the contrary. He knew deep inside that the dream was a message, a warning but he could not place his hands on it. He rarely see visions of the night and when he does, it warns.

"We can find the girls for you, Julian. But how do you want them? Do you want them dead, or do you want them alive?" "Dead," I said. I didn't think twice. The word came out of my mouth like a bullet. "I want them dead." Rocco stared at me for a long time. A strange smile appeared on his face. "I did not really believe that the royal family had people of your kind. People who loved the dark so much. I thought you guys were all good, holy people." I laughed softly at that. Good people? In this world? What a joke. "Give me twenty-four hours," Rocco said, tapping his finger on the table. "I will find the girls. I will bring their dead corpses right to you."

Yet it's like a fairytale strike the palace hall from a shocking event and a shocking announcement. Those who talked about ill rumours of Sapphire being a slave, they lost their speech from speaking ill mannered to her, it was a balance of talk about being rude to a Royal Blood. A Royal Blood? Those are the people rumoured as a vicious beings created as mark of being a Royal on the Adilara Kingdom, the Royal Blood is very least that it identified a true ruler, in the Adilara Kingdom, it was a battle of throne and killing is necessary to take the throne but only if the successors and the challenger has the Royal Blood into them.