Royal Hearts Novels & Stories

"But he has a lover here and there? I don't think that's right even if you're royalty." "Geez, you're very ignorant. It's common for royalty to have many affairs since they're strengthening their connections to have greater and solid supporters. That's their way of gaining more power and it's nothing new." The imperial knights just shook their heads as they follow the Prince to guard him along with his lover within the woman's residence.

Hi readers. I would like to thank you all for joining me on this epic journey and making it worthwhile. But this is not the end! Are you ready? Drums rolling... 🥁 🥁 🥁 "Royal Blood 2" will be out on the 1st of April, 2026, and will be available on... GoodNovel and Dreames. I am really excited to brings this news to you. Do not miss the epic showdown and more remarkable adventures to come.

He kept his eyes on her hands. After a moment she reached up and touched his jaw. Her thumb moved across his cheek. "You're awful quiet. Is everything okay?" He closed his eyes. Leaned into her hand. "It is now," he said. She watched him for another moment. Then she went back to her cards. "Look," she said after a while. She held one up. King of Hearts. "I found you." He took it from her. Turned it over. "Did you know the King of Hearts is the only face card with four hands? The others only have two."

My heart was aching so bad and I wanted to go home and lock myself inside my room. Royal stood up and hugged Ria in his unexplanable smiles. I had never seen any smile like that. Everyone clapped their hands and some of them stood up like the two newly engaged got an award. Royal slid the engagement ring on Ria's ring finger and he kissed her with all of his heart. Just like I said, it's too impossible if Royal was in love with me. Look at him, Raphaela. He looked so in love with Ria. Methaphorically speaking, his heart was floating in the air while yours was drowning in the deepest trench.

"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."

She closed her eyes after that hoping she will be able to love where she's going,not like she's got a choice but at least. <><><> LONDON≈THE ROBERT'S MANSION** Royal checked himself out in the mirror one last time,his two hands were cooly pushed into his trousers,he was looking as hot as usual even with his cold face,he still looks hot. His apple airpuds having musical fun in his ears also,after just a second of staring at his face he walked out of his room. Robert was just dropping some toasts on the table with two mugs of tea when Royal came down.

The King of Hearts. Split clean down the middle, torn with surgical precision from crown to hem. Two halves of a monarch now reduced to ruin. Leora stared at it. Something about the image—the broken face, the jagged tear—made her skin prickle with dread. She pressed her hand to her chest, trying to calm the rising flutter of panic. “What does it mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She already knew it wasn’t good. You didn’t send a ripped card to an enemy unless you were trying to say something final. But she needed to hear it. She needed it spelled out, even if it burned.

Qhawekazi revealed. “It can’t be the kingdom has no living relatives besides my husband and my son.” It did not make sense to the queen because the only living royals of the kingdom were those she mentioned. “I know that my queen but this one is clear as day that the heart is that of a royal member and that is of pure blue blood. Its rhythm makes me weak like that of Senzangakhone our late royal poet and drains my energy every time it beat like the voice of the late king Hintsa.

Still, I gave her the go-ahead, if only for the entertainment of proving her wrong later. She laid out the cards, and I humored her by picking three. Her eyes widened with each turn. By the time the third card landed, her face had hardened with unease. “You’ve pulled the three most dangerous cards in the deck,” she whispered. I had leaned back, unimpressed. “Then tell me what doom awaits.” She showed me. An empire. Doom. The queen of hearts. She had stared at me with something bordering on dread. I’d wanted to laugh. To me, it was ironic, almost funny. A queen of hearts. How poetic.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.