Novel & Cerita Roc Royal Love Story

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

It still gives me creeps thinking about his kingdom’s rules and everything. Maybe they have been changed by now. Who cares? I thought, shaking my head and smiled at the family who is the reason for me to be proud of. Then I glanced at Premila feeling elated to know that we are having our own happy life. “Love won over royalty and everything else, Abhivanth.” Premila said glancing back at me. “I know! And I am glad that it did.” I said smiling. “I am pleased that you feel glad about it. Otherwise, I would have tortured you for sure.” She said smiling, and I laughed shaking my head.

Desirque whimpered in a low voice. "My girlfriend wants me to go home after I checked you." "She must be so lucky, isn't she?" Desirque gave him a teasing smile. "Nope. I'm lucky to have her." And Royal smiled then unexpectedly turned to me. "I know she's the right one for me." He smiled at me and I looked away 'cause I knew that kind of smile. I knew he's so in love like he didn't want to let go. He'd take the risk, no matter what it took, just to have the perfect ending of his love story.

"I wrote a screenplay inspired by you." "Oh, what an honor!" Julian Pierce said with a smile, though his eyes revealed a mix of curiosity and slight apprehension. Liam Brooks stepped closer, holding a thick script. He handed it to Julian Pierce, his sharp eyes looking straight into his, as if gauging his reaction. "This is the work 'The King's Lover,' a story about a heroic king and his male concubine, Ethan Caelan," Liam Brooks said, his deep voice full of authority.

Neveah said "I've never seen him so head-over-heels-crazy for a girl. He loves you so much. Forgive him for lying." "I want to know why he lied." Royalty sniffled "I want to know the truth." "Talk to him Ro. Ask him and tell him how you feel about him." Royalty nodded and looked at me and I smiled. "Let's go then." I got off the table and Rocco got off the ground

Then Cain had professed a love interest to him and like the silly teenager with a big fluffy heart, he had been blown away instantly. A good start, but a miserable ending. Roy was lost in thought when suddenly there was a damp heat on his lips. He jolted from his thoughts and met Bryan’s cold eyes, "Are you still thinking about other men right now? Roy, it seems to me that you miss your past lovers and so you make it difficult for other people to love you.” Roy’s heart was shocked, and he raised his eyes to stare at him. Bryan’s words were like a dull hammer slammed repeatedly into his heart, which made his chest tremble.

"This should have been the setting for your first time and I just felt bad. It should have been sweet and romantic and all that shit." "Wait, tomorrow is the seventh day." Royce wagged his finger. "Who said we're doing it now?" Royce grinned before pointing at the romantic candle light set up. "I will make this night and tomorrow special before I ravish you completely." And he did exactly what he said. He made her feel like a special girl. Like she's the luckiest woman in the world and by the time the seven days are up. Royce made love to her body.

"Listen Roxy, Rayla didn't mean to ruin anything. You have to understand that there's very little either of them could do. Love finds us in the strangest of ways." A bitter chuckle escaped Roxanne's lips. As she stood there, watching all of them give her stupid explanations to justify they betrayal, she wanted to spit on each and everyone of their faces. Love. What did any of them know about that word? "Love? You stand there and you talk to me about love?! It is supposed to be OUR wedding mum! Mine and Jonah's, not Rayla and Jonah's!" Sarah and her husband, Tony, where now at the foot of the stairs. However, they knew better than to go any closer to Roxanne.

"Is that a threat?" "I don’t make threats, hubby," she said with a cruel smile. "You forget, sweetheart," she said, enunciating the term like a poisonous fruitcake. "You're not just Maxwell Russo, tech mogul prince. You're royalty. Your sins echo more than others. You leave me, and then the media will demand to know why. And I have so many reasons I could give them." She extracted a flash drive from her purse and twirled it between her fingers. "We both possess skeletons. You really don’t want me digging around your closet."