Roc Royal Imagines Novels & Stories

Paula's p.o.v I sat sighing in my room for what felt like forever, I wasn't happy with Henry's words, I was very much bothered by them, but despite feeling dejected I couldn't help myself from thinking about how he looked, I didn't know if it was my eyes or my imagination but he looked very calmer than usual and so handsome, he wore his royal robes without a crown on his head, his hair was brushed back for the first time and it really suited him.

"Imagine my hands replacing your own hands. Rubbing you in circles, imagine my finger going in that tight pussy. In and out as I kiss your swollen nipples. Squeezing it and biting it at the same time. Imagine me kneeling down in front of you, replacing my hand with my mouth. I will lick you and drink every bit of your juices. I will bite your sensitive clit as I move my fingers inside you, hitting your spot. I will fuck you with my tongue." Coreen imagined it. Because that is all that is going to happen. Imagine. Because Royce will never be able to touch her. Until she allows him. Coreen gasped and was almost in tears. "P-please!" she shouted because she couldn't stop herself anymore. "Cum."

she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

His hands on my back, pulling me into him. I did realize that there are two sides to my Match: the royalty and the dreamer. And I just can't have the dreamer, no matter how much I like him–because yes, I like Caelum. A lot–I also have to accept the royalty and the world he lives in. "I don't have much to give you. But I will stand by your side…you as Prince Christopher and you as Just Caelum. My Caelum," I said.

"Why did you touch that account? Do you have any idea what you're doing?!" I looked down at her hand gripping my shirt and laughed. "Danica, I was about to ask you the same thing. What exactly is that money?" "That's... that's Eveningstar Technologies' operating capital. If you start messing with it, you're going to cause serious problems." "Eveningstar Technologies' operating capital?" I removed her hand from my collar, my voice calm. "The $300 thousand in patent royalties deposited every quarter is operating capital?" The color drained from her face. "You... how do you know about that?"

My phone had become boring. I made a quick sandwich and headed back to the living room to fix my video game. At least that would keep me company until four, when I had to leave for boxing practice. I picked up my phone to play some music—then froze. An email. Royalty College. My heart skipped a beat. I set the phone down, whispered a quick prayer, then picked it back up. Slowly, I opened the email. > Dear Collins Neville, We are pleased to inform you that you have been offered admission to Royalty College for the 202...

That also makes me the top ten players of the server that reached the 380s level. “Alright, Marcus…” I reasoned to myself. “Think of this as that game instead of reality. You are a daydreamer so you’re a pro for that.” I took a deep breath and exhaled. Even though I am still in pain, my daydream mode slowly kicked in, masking the pain with excitement to finish this level. I then marched forward—towards a haunting music that conveniently came closer to me—with a grin on my face. *** Rox In a gloomy, dimly lit room, Rox was standing in front of the King who is restrained by strings of flesh. His grey eyes stared quietly at the King’s pale face.

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

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.