Romeo Kingston Novels & Stories

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

Colon explains to us. Cam and I quickly get to work on our research; we figured that Stacy, who’s Mr. Colon’s niece is the nurse, Harry, who’s the shy kid is Abram, then there’s Perry who is Peter, Sky is Rosaline. “So, who’s going to be Romeo’s cousin?”, I ask. “Mmm... No one really knows Kevin that well but at least can hold an actual conversation with him, so either you or me, to be honest with you.”, Cam says while explaining.

Paying homage to a couple sitting in gold-plated chairs with high mobility. “Raise your heads,” said King Nicholas. His voice sounds sensible and wise. His smile reflected behind the white mustache. “It’s so good to see you guys looking so good together. Give me the news when you get married. I will be glad to come,“ said Queen Shannon. The beautiful woman with blonde hair smiled sincerely at Rosetta and Lucas. “It’s our pleasure,” Lucas politely replied. While Rosetta counters with a smile. Rosetta's eye looked to the right of the King. Crown prince Samuel and Prince Gabriel are standing there. While on the left, there’s Prince Mikhael and Princess Sarah who met Rosetta a few weeks ago at t

"Yes, mea sponsa, but we will talk about that later, ok?" "Ok.." I say, confused by his words about our baby being an heir. I know he is wealthy, I mean, I saw his house. Which is big enough to give a whole orphanage an home. But to what is my baby an heir? I know everybody calls him the king and he lives in a castle, it all adds up like that. But I didn't really think he truly is a king of something. I mean, Windstone? What the hell is even Windstone.. I never heard from it. "I'll see you on Monday, ok?" His voice breaks my stream of thoughts.

Tracing the direction of the voice, James together with his bodyguards turns around to see who dares to interfere in their affairs. They are surprised to see Romeo looking at them like a lion ready to devour its prey. James quickly drops his hold on Maria and she steps back nervously. Romeo is very popular, being the sole owner of the best pubs and clubs in New York. It is obvious with the look on the faces of James bodyguards, that even they, either know or have heard of him. Most days when they were off duty, they spent the night in Romeo's club.

Even though the house was beautiful, it didn't match the countenance of those that were inside it, a heavy cloud of mourning hung over the house, a fair delicate woman was seated beside her husband who was also a striking handsome man, the two of them were in their late forties but they looked like they were merely in their twenties The delicate and beautiful woman was Rivera, although she looked delicate on the outside, she was a strong and fierce woman, she was married to Vince Kingston, the current leader of the Kingston family, the two of them were well matched in terms of strength and it was because of this that they were able to keep thier positions despite how chaotic the Kingston fam

"I'm not at all happy about all this. Do you hear? Every night I think about how to get you out of the pack. But what? I can't. You know why?" Romeo stroked Rena's cheek gently. "Because ... because you're still clinging to Luna Irene. And now? My desire seems to have disappeared. I will never be able to eradicate you from here. You can be proud because you have been appointed Luna Lea's assistant from the start." Unpacking a little of the heart that had been felt so far relieved Romeo.

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

It is calling my name – Morgana, Morgana Alessandra Nicoli. I removed the necklace they forgot to take way as they search for another dress and wear the forbidden scandalous black gown. I picked the $14 million ‘Heart of the Kingdom” necklace, resting on a well-lit acrylic box. You are mine now. With my hair now side-parted. I took an unknown ear- jewelry and tucked the other side of my hair behind the bejeweled ear. I wore a classic red Christian Louboutin pumps and strutted out of the suite. The lighting on the hallway was dim, yet I feel a spotlight following me.

None dared raise their heads. Malakor's voice remained calm. "You believe I would issue an unlawful order?" Sterling immediately shook his head. "Never. I fought under your command on the northern frontier. I know your judgment. My hesitation is not for your sake. It is for the Crown." He paused before continuing. "If I march today without the King's seal... every man under my command becomes a traitor." Another long silence settled over the courtyard. Finally Sterling lifted his eyes. "Bring me the royal seal, Your Grace. And before sunset... every rider here will march wherever you command."