Royal Hearts Novels & Stories

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.

She leaned in with an odd smile on her lips, “I was thinking, how about we wear matching couple outfits next week. Since next week’s club day, we can run a little royalty stall and give out royal items like tiaras and necklaces, to students for free in exchange for them voting for us.” I frowned, “I’m fine with the handing out of free royal items but um…I don’t know about the matching outfits. Isn’t that a little too over the top?” “It’s not,” Toralei replied. “I don’t think matching couple outfits would increase our chances of winning.” Toralei lowered her gaze a little, then exhaled, “Okay. It’s not like I already made the matching outfits” She slowly rose to her feet and said, “I’ll make

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

In desperate need of relaxation, I switch on the television in my living room and sink into the comfort of the couch. Perhaps some mindless entertainment will help me ground myself. However, as I browse through the channels, something seizes my attention. "Breaking News: The Lycan King hosts a lavish banquet in honor of Queen Alara as she officially takes residence in the Royal Palace of Hearts." My heart skips a beat. The Royal Palace of Hearts. The palace that has been passed down to all the legitimate queens of the kingdom over the years. The palace that was once Micah's mother's home.

"King Ace, go with her to her classroom", she said to Ace, and he also called Ace, king. "Follow me", Ace said looking straight into my eyes. I followed him until we reached a place with four statues. "That's King Kurt, King of Hearts", Ace pointed out the first man on my left with a heart engraved above his chest and then holding a bow and arrow. He wore a simple crown, his gentle face drawn that he is a loving man. "That's King Earl, King of spades," he pointed at the man wearing a spade-shaped crown. He also has a whip in his left hand and holding a gun in his right hand. His posture says that he is a womanizer or woman always chases him.

A subtle smile. Like a swift breeze, his fingers swept off the card from my lap. “My magic chose you… Carys…” his words came out like a caress to my aching heart. I really didn’t know what to do when he gazed at me so intently, as if he would split me apart. As if I was the only one for him. “Will you…” he gracefully displayed the queen of hearts between his two fingers. “... be my queen of hearts?” Butterflies erupted in my stomach at his words. Heat crawling beneath my skin.

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

I said, sighing. "You sure?" She asked, leaning in. I roughly took off the handkerchief and threw it at her. "Here you go, the handkerchief of the king of hearts; Roy Layne. It has his scent. You’re gonna love it." I said in an uninterested tone, turning my attention to the television. "What?! Really?! Oh My God!" She exclaimed in such enthusiasm like I have given her holy grail. She inhaled it and breathed out like it was a drug, "So addictive… and expensive, of course. No wonder no woman can resist it." She said, hopelessly, leaned back, smiling.