Royal Elite Series Book 1 Novels & Stories

"Anyway, what is the story plot? Give us some heads up about the book so we wont be clueless when we entered." "Sure." Mary agreed. "The story title is 'Started With A Lie' and it is a modern royalty-romance book. The protagonists are Thallia and Rex. Thallia worked as a choreographer slash waitress slash librarian. In short, she's poor. She lives in a orphanage together with her liltle brother and many other abandoned kids. That's why she needed many sidelines to raise not only her brother but the other kids too. The male protagonist is Rex and he's a crown prince." "Crown prince? Like him?" Anastasia asked and pointed at Eliot.

The same design that’s worn proudly upon Dakota and Mato’s skin. Running my fingers down the worn edges, I carefully open the cover and flicker over to the first filled page. Dust ridden and musty, the book oozes with age while I devour the beautifully handwritten descriptions—cursive and formally inscribed while a set of accompanying illustrations bring the pensive words to life. Taking my time, I marvel over the unfolding story lying upon the dated pages in captivation. Wrapped up in reading about the incredible tales of Elijah’s ancestors, I revel in admiration at their profound legacy while they rose amongst the ranks of many wolves before eventually becoming founding members of the cher

“We’re not alone.” “We never are here,” Selene whispered. A figure stepped from the dark—a man, tall and elegant, dressed in deep crimson robes that shimmered like fresh blood under the moonlight. His hair was silver, braided intricately, and his eyes—black as pitch—glittered with amusement. “Selene Elrian,” Kael purred. “And the Lycan King. What a... divine surprise.” Selene stepped forward. “We need answers.” Kael smiled. “And you came offering yourself, didn’t you, little heir?”

I asked, my voice dropping and my look turning stern. “Preventing you from making a mistake. You can’t get married to a human, and a non-royalty. You know the rules, Anders. I’m sure once she knows what we are, she’d run from you as far as she can.” Diala pointed out with a smirk. “You don’t know anything about her. Now, find somewhere else to sit.” I demanded. “Or what?” Diala questioned, sliding close and trailing her fingers on my chest. Her breasts brushed against my arms, just the moment Marguerite raised her head from where she was sitting. She held my gaze for some seconds, and went back to what she was doing.

“Quick, he’s coming.” “Don’t stand too close to me.” “You’re obstructing me. He won’t see me when he passes.” The maids scuttled behind ornate pillars, whispers trembling in the grand corridor of Eldoria Palace. One clutched her apron while another ducked behind a column. Their eyes darted, cheeks flushed with excitement and nerves. Every heartbeat thumped with breathless anticipation that Prince George was near. Royal heir to the throne of Eldoria Kingdom, Prince George strode by with a few bodyguards behind him: tall, breathtakingly handsome, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he passed the staff.

I agreed as he wrapped his protective, warm, solid arms around me. The next morning, I dressed carefully in a pink pencil skirt, white blouse, and matching pink blazer. My hair was down but pinned back on one side with a diamond and pearl slide. I was every bit the polished Royal Princess Rori this morning to face the council. Image matters, it shouldn't, but I had learnt long ago that if a woman dresses as an idealic innocent princess, then the seed is sowed easier. First impressions matter to people in the superficial world of high society. My nude heels clicked on the Palace Marble as Ben, and Aiden escorted me to the council. Once inside, I looked around. Fr Colm Roche, the human watcher

I never thought being with him would be this good. To be honest, I never knew what to expect when I was around him. What can you even begin to expect from someone who is goddamn royalty? You can never be ready for what you are going to get. He keeps you enticed. Wondering. Walking on your tippy toes. Eyes open. Mouth slightly agape.

Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w

“When I asked for the whole story, this was the last thing I expected you to lay at my feet.” “It’s a lot, I know.” “A princess. It’s such a strange word on my tongue.” She chuckled. “Are you saying I can’t pull it off? You haven’t seen me in a ballgown or a crown.” He laughed. “No. I definitely can see you in that. It’s just shocking to be dating royalty—and even more shocking learning how you were treated. I want to be fascinated by who you are, but I can't dissociate how you were treated. I don’t know what to say about your parents’ behaviour.”

Every night before I go to sleep, I send a prayer to Mason, telling him how sorry I am for betraying him the way I have. Mason and I never had a mind-link because we were from different packs. Thanks to my father’s family being part of the Royal Guard for centuries, I was born into the Royal pack. Mason belongs to EverMoon pack, still within the city of Zidiah but further out than the Royal pack. Mason is Bella’s age, and they’ve been best friends most of their lives. They met in primary school, and Mason would often come over to call for Bella. I had a crush on him by the age of fifteen, but Mason didn’t feel the same way until I made him realise he liked me the same.