Romance Of The Three Kingdoms Audiobook Novels & Stories

The princess was surprised to learn that the troublemaker was actually a member of Mei’s family. Mei Yuan, a young master notorious as a playboy and extremely arrogant within the kingdom, was a prime example of the nobility at its worst. But even though he caused many problems, the kingdom could not punish him because his father, Mei Pan, was a third-rank noble. In the Chu kingdom’s social hierarchy, the ranks are: soldiers; first- through third-rank nobles; barons; viscounts; earls; marquises; and dukes. A third-rank noble is almost on par with a baron, especially since the issue lies with the noble’s behavior—even if he is only a third-rank noble.

He raised his gray eyebrows and asked, "Brother Ding, are you talking about the book about the Heart of Heaven and Earth that I told you before?" After seeing Ding Hao nod, Military Counselor Wusun muttered a few words to Prince Rong Fu in a low voice, as if he was describing the ancient book. After listening to the military counselor's explanation, Crown Prince Rong Fu said, "So it's that book. No problem, no problem." Looking at Ding Hao, Crown Prince Rong Fu laughed and said, "Brother Ding, you have my permission." "Thank you, Your Highness." Ding Hao smiled and thanked him.

Chapter 20: The Pact on the Rock From the shadows emerged an old man in the simple brown robes of a monastic scribe, leaning on a staff. Gasps rippled through the lords. Father Linus was the Keeper of the Royal Chronicles, a man so ancient and revered he was almost a relic himself. His presence here was a shock of the highest order.

Cela replied. "Nanny Rita, you are not that old. You're only a decade older than me. You're just like my big sister. You and Doc Rio are still in your prime," Rolan said. "So what do you think, Cela?" Doc Rio asked. "Do you think our story could pass for a romantic novel?" "Oh, don't let Ivy hear that. She might follow up for the third book or ask for a fourth book," Cela joked. "But theirs is a good story, right?" Ivy said. "I might write it myself," she added.

"I watched while Arturo was trying to rape you. It was entertaining." Anna growled. "My husband will tear you to pieces and I will gladly watch." "Our mates will have to fall in line." Mish seconded. He threw his head back, laughing. "Promises promises." "And my sisters?" The Lycan Queen prompted. "Again, so easy to figure out. But you are breeding like rabbits, putting a damper on my plans. Maybe, I will get a taste of each one of you when we reach home. I have a fondness for sisters. Especially, triplets." The Necromancer lord imparted, sharing his darkest secrets.

"Just hear me out with what I say." Turning his attention to me, I watched as his eyes moved towards my middle. "Abagail and Aurora are tied to something, something that makes them stronger than any rider or Dragon known to history..." Moving his gaze to meet mine, I felt a chill run down my back. "The Sacred Cave of Noelle and The Great Book."

While she bit her lip and concentrated on the movements of Trixy’s soft tongue against her, Rafik’s warm fingertips slid up her face, and it sent a blast of energy through her that shot sparks across her field of vision. He kneeled over her as he steadied himself against the sofa until he hovered over her face. Sliding his fingers through her hair, Rafik pressed his cheek against hers and breathed into her ear with his painfully beautiful voice. “You are a goddess, Rohi.” His hot breath sent her over the edge as he purred against the crook of her neck. “I would give anything to be the one you cry out for now.”

"What are those?" "The history books. It's always best to start with them..." Carldo dropped the books with a thump, bowing. Isolde gauged him silently before offering a nod. Fine, I'd read them, she thought. As she sat down, Carldo excused himself to give her some moment of serenity. Isolde gingerly grabbed one of the books and saw the name on it. "The Three Great Families," She read out loud, opening the pages of the book slowly. With every glide through the pages, the musty scent of the age-long book wafted into her nose.

he said, gently taking my foot in his hands. But instead of actually checking my ankle, he paused to look at the scattered books on the floor. “You ruined three textbooks,” he said, his voice disappointed. “Do you have any idea how old these are? How hard they are to replace?” I stared at him in disbelief. “I just injured myself and you’re worried about the books?” “These books are irreplaceable,” Knox said, carefully feeling around my ankle. “You, on the other hand, just have a sprain. You’ll be fine in a few days.”