Royal Hearts Novels & Stories

Two years ago, Purple Hearts—the sole heiress to Hearts of Jewels, one of the world’s most lucrative luxury conglomerates—walked down the aisle to marry Alex Hawthorne, a man whose reputation preceded him like a storm cloud. Cold-hearted, reckless, and a notorious playboy spoiled by generational wealth, he was everything her family warned her against. But Purple saw none of it.

The tiny, playful touches while distributing or returning cards drew them closer on the couch. “Watch out, here comes the trap,” Aria said, snatching one of Kai’s cards and adding it to her own in a swift move. Kai grinned and lightly touched her hand to reclaim the card. “Not fair!” he laughed, and Aria only smiled back, as if to say, “It’s just a game, but you know you like it too.”

“A night of dancing. Music. Maybe even a kiss.” A kiss. The word sparks heat low in my chest, unbidden images of eyes—golden, crimson, ice-blue, storm-gray—flashing through me. The Royals. Always near, always watching. I push the thought aside, but it lingers like a heartbeat. The royals would waste thier time with such a silly event.

The loudness outside was already pulsing as we stepped into the Roman night. After 30 minutes we were inside the club, and the club didn’t just glow, it commanded. Gold-accented walls-, low amber llighting-, andvelvet ropes separating worlds within worlds,. This wasn’t the kind of place you wandered into by accident,. It was curated,. Exclusive,. The kind of club where money didn’t shout—it hummed quietly in tailored suits and diamond watches,. Andrea leaned in close as the bass vibrated through my ribs,. “Welcome to one of Rome’s worst-kept secrets,.”

his warm breath fanned against my neck. “Ryder,” my uncontrolled breathing affected my speech. He pulled away from me instantly, much to my disappointment. “I’ll have you all night,” he declares, stepping back from me and his words sending a shiver of excitement across my body. I took a hurried shower and dressed up in a haste, dreading my meeting with the werewolf king again. I tried to keep my outfit simple, yet classy. For every time I have seen the king, I made sure to take extra care with my dressing. Appearance mattered a lot to the royals.

I couldn’t keep up the headlines. “It’s trending on Twitter, every social media, gossip sites, morning talk shows. Everywhere.” He showed me on the iPad, swiping every page. They were all the same. "They call her A Royal Wrecker. Hashtag #RoyalWreckerBitch. My apology for the word, Your Highness.” I grabbed the remote from Marko, turning the volume loud. My heart sunk. My skin went cold as ice.

The memory was pretty vivid but she remember the tears staining his cheeks when he admitted to killing them and his words were… I had no choice What does he mean by that? I’m so, so, sorry... A stab to the heart or just anything dangerous done to the heart is the only weaknesses to the royal family but to defeat one in the first place takes a whole lot of expertise, strength, and a great amount of brilliance just to get near one. While some vampires trained to be strong, the royal family was born to be invincible and no ordinary vampire could lay damage on them. Period.

Bobby said with a hush. "Let them hear for all I care except, you are truly guilty like Meera had said, Bobby?" Mehek said, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Did you have a hand in the death of the Royal family of Maharaja?" She asked again. Her heart rising, she tried not to fret with fear or show any sign of weakness to Meera.

Shadrach shouted to her While Rilly move closer to him "I Will leave! But i want you know one thing!" Rilly said with tears "I love you and I will continue loving you! But I want you to have one thing in mind!" Rilly said "I will return in a massive way!" She said as she walks out with slow motion And entered her car and then bommed off And then Queen was coming out from inside with some of the drinks she brought for them But just in, she saw Rillys car moving out of the compound