Royal Hearts Novels & Stories

I can operate inside that. He burns another card, then lays three cards face-up in the centre. I lean forward, studying them, already trying to work out what I’m supposed to be seeing. Ten of hearts. Two of clubs. Queen of hearts. “The flop,” Morgan says. “Now everyone reassesses.” My attention snaps back to the table despite myself. Two hearts on the board, and I have one heart in my hand. That’s… a start, at least. Not a flush yet. Not even close. But it’s a direction. It gives me a path to watch.

Mahara stayed a little behind while Karila seemed to follow the surroundings by instinct, noting the silver collection inside the armored glass boxes, the jewels and medals with the royal coat of arms, the cutlery with beautiful gold decorations. Lauren understood well what it all meant, they were objects belonging to her family, the Egyptian royal family through the years. Even golden bowls, with encrusted precious stones and definitions in Egyptian Arabic to explain what each piece represented. The princess stopped next to one of the windows, where the black and white image of a plump man, with medals on his suit and a serious look sporting gold on his clothes, with a royal necklace on his

" A single playing card, the Queen of Hearts, and a letter in neat, slanted handwriting were found within. > "Walking away can be the best way to win sometimes. Do not follow me. – L

The person who could rouse this much visceral terror was none other than the Royal vampire who owned Club Eternal. Among the few surviving Royals that currently resided in our human realm, he was widely known to have the best temperament. Calm, controlled, even reasonable by their standards. That is, until he was crossed. When angered, he became the most vicious and merciless of them all. A silent storm that left nothing but devastation in its wake. Very few dared to cross a Royal, but even fewer dared to cross him.

By me. Placing her mug on the table, she crossed her arms, sniffing. “Or perhaps your wife never left the country. Care to explain, sir? I’m sincerely troubled for my Madam’s well-being; she’s been so kind to me.” Tommy stood at the far end of the sitting room, but his hawkish gaze transcribed that his opinion wasn't any different. I’m so fucked. Wifey was really the Queen of Hearts; even in her absence, her reputation precedes her.

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

For a moment, it felt like everything might break open. But before anything could happen, before we could take one more step, the palace alarm chimed softly from the hallway. A royal news. We both froze. A voice rang through the hallway, clear and formal: “Attention. The wedding ceremony of Crown Prince Adrian will take place in three weeks. Official information will follow.” My blood turned cold. He turned white. I looked at him. “You knew about this?” He shook his head too fast. “No. I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.”

"She was very cautious in the first four games, only daring to lose one million, but this time she dared to bet eight hundred million, so she must have a high chance of winning!" “Look at those community cards—Ace, Ten, Jack of Hearts, and two others. Could she have a flush? Or even a royal flush?” “That’s impossible! She’s a novice. There’s no way she could be this lucky.” "Perhaps she has that beginner’s luck!" Michael couldn’t hear the chatter, but one word reverberated in his mind: Royal flush. A royal flush was the rarest and strongest hand in poker, with odds of tens of thousands to one. Could Serena, a novice, really be holding such a hand? Is that why she dared to bet all of her rema

Do I look like a f00l? George: But... Queen Victoria: Quiet! Austin is now conscious and still breathing, I saw him with my own eyes, You fu. king idi0t! Now tell me, whose heart is this? George: But my queen, that's Prince Austin's heart Queen Victoria: I ask again, WHOSE HEART IS THIS?? George: (sighs) It's a pig's heart, I'm sorry my queen, the securities in there were too many to bypass, I couldn't do it.

He asked and walked up to her,before she could reply he tore her royal dress leaving her in underwear,she stood freely without making any attempts to cover up she had been his for five hundred years The King stared at her What a gracious body he mutters and sat on the king size bed Come and give me a lap dance that's your punishment he said and Hazel smiled,she did as told,while she was dancing the King touched her breast and proceeded to her chest when he felt two heartbeats again,why is he felt two heartbeats in women today he asked inwardly and ordered her to stop dancing What is wrong my beloved the Queen asked worriedly I felt two heartbeats instead of one he said and Hazel didn't belie