Romeo Kingston Novels & Stories

“What? A shop? I own a luxury home and I have a fashion school too. These are things you could have easily found out if only you have the smallest in someone other than yourself,” Here she goes again, ruining everything with her mouth. She just had a way of faulting everything. “Did you expect me to know those details? Woman, I have a kingdom to run, I don’t have time to stalk your little business,” He snapped at her. “It is not stalking if it means you won’t ask me things like that when our wedding is only a couple of weeks away, also, I already told you, my business is not little, just check Rosaline, R-O-S-A- L-I-N-E, on the internet, it is a whole fucking brand,”

It is the coldest place and this should explain why they have these features. They do not face the crowd nor do they look around. They lock their eyes to the three of us on the table and simply walk their way towards us. A shiver runs up and down my spine at their presence. I suddenly felt the urge to run and wish I never was in here. They give me a killing vibe and I am growing even more uncomfortable as they near the table. When they reach the table, my father stands up and says, "Kael, Aurora, please welcome King Marcus, Queen Amanda, and the two princes from Aether, Alec, and Ezekiel Kondstadt."

Raisa asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Ours," Aaryan confirmed. "My father wanted us to live like royalty here." Zarif chuckled, though his eyes remained sharp. "We *are* royalty. Now, we are the Kings of New York." Aaryan walked to the window. Below him, the city pulsed with life—car headlights flowing like molten gold, the Hudson River shimmering in the distance. He thought to himself: *One day, this city will be in my palm.* But not today. Today was for observation. Today was for survival.

"I don't know what his problem is and the decisions he's making now are all pointless, and not beneficial. He's also trying to get out of the collar I tied around his neck ever since he was born. He's trying to go against me." Kingston held his cigarette between his fingers and throw his head back to stare at the ceiling. "He's distracted because of Celestine Oakmont," he said. Venedict's thick eyebrows met. "Celestine Oakmont? Who is she?" He doesn't have an idea of who was the woman that Kingston was talking about but he wants to know who is she. He knows his son too well, Vincent won't waste his time on someone especially a woman if she can't be useful.

This was it, this was all that they needed to conclude that she was turned by roman for sure. “What’s your name? do-do you have one” Roman finally spoke after making Lucas doing all the talking, her eyes diverted to whom she thought was the sexiest man she had even laid eyes on. To her he seemed perfect and almost not real. “Harley” she answered sharply and Roman was quiet for a while “I’m Roman and this is my best friend Lucas” Roman introduced himself and Lucas gave a quick wave with a nervous but welcoming smile. She nodded softly, “Thanks for bringing me here but I need to go home” she tucked her hair behind her ear softly

"Hi, you must be King Simion Dumitrescu. I'm Ryan Reed, I'm the Beta in the royal family and this is my son and tht future Beta Dylan. We'll be taking you to see King Gabriel Rivera." "Here let me help you with your bags." Dylan went over to my sister Nicky. "Hi my name Dylan, and your name is?" "Nicoleta Dumitrescu." "Come on Romeo, we need to get them there for their meeting with the King." He walks up Dylan and smacks him in the back of his head. It doesn't take to long to get all the bags into the van. It was quiet as we drive there. I decide to take in the beautiful scenery of mountains and the wooded areas of the land.

After that, it was time for me to get ready to meet the so-called king. I’ve heard a lot about King Cullen. I know he’s handsome and is rich. He has one of the strongest Kingdoms in North America. He is the king of all clans over there. So it intrigued me to know what he wanted to talk about. After a quick shower, I put on a sheer black dress, high stockings, and black heels. My hair was loose, and I wore some makeup. As I put my rings on, Liam walks in and lets me know he is on his way. He told me he had passed the entrance. Nodding, I walk out with Liam in tow.

“Everyone’s going. It’ll be fun. Music, lights, new faces. You need to get your mind off him. Let’s go to a proper night party for once in your life. Okay?” Ann gave a small, reluctant giggle. It felt strange to laugh after days of pain. “Romeo? Romeo Dukeson?” she asked suddenly, realization dawning. “Wait—Romeo as in the Romeo Dukeson? The billionaire’s son? The guy always on the news?” Judith paused, lips forming a tight line. “Uh… yes,” she muttered carefully, avoiding Ann’s gaze. Ann blinked. “Wait—wait. Isn’t Romeo best friends with Rex? That blonde guy on the basketball team?”

A smile graced his countenance, seemingly oblivious to the presence of the nobles until Horacio addressed him. Horacio approached the king with a sense of urgency, his voice low and respectful. "My liege, the nobles have returned from their mission," he announced, gently lifting the King's chin to meet his gaze. After spending a delightful evening with his beloved, he arrived at this place with a radiant smile on his face. Their conversation in the bedroom had left him feeling elated. At first, the woman appeared to be timid and reserved. However, as he posed the question regarding the authenticity of her aspirations, she mustered up the courage to respond with a resounding affirmation. Emal

Scene towards the kingdom aradonna (colour Golden symbol the red fire) The throne room is grand and opulent, adorned with gilded decorations and tapestries depicting the king's victories. At the center, a massive throne looms, occupied by KING RODERICK, a ruthless and imposing figure. His eyes are cold and calculating, exuding an air of power and authority.