Royal Reads Novels & Stories

A deep cruel voice asked from the shadow of the darkness. "Yes, they all are." "Good, this is good news indeed." The evil voice then faded just as it had swiftly come with the culprit, leaving to go celebrate. After all, this was a great achievement indeed…the successful royal assassination...of an entire Supreme Royal family dynasty. ~ As soon as silence befell the place, Queen Sophia immediately opened her eyes. Rousing from her fake pretense of playing dead and lifeless,

Federico’s cellphone started to ring and he took it out from his pocket and glanced at the display. “I’m afraid I’ll have to take this call,” he said. “Can you find your way to my study? I’ll meet you there in ten minutes.” Ava gave a nod and slipped out of the room while Federico took the call, keeping his voice low as he spoke to Francesco. She heard him saying something about searches of the Royal Star diamond and that there was nothing leaked to the press about Christian. In the papers, there were some photographs of the party and a short piece about Christian’s role as royal patron, but thankfully nothing else, so far.

the servant asked and I nodded in response. Finally, the Royal Library, where most of the knowledge and information that the kingdom holds is stored—- even the banned and illegal ones are here— whether it be books, contracts or something that should not be seen or known by the public, all here, and only a few people are allowed to get in. which means— “I am sorry, Your Grace, but do you have an authorization letter from any of the Royal Family members?” the librarian asked. she is an old lady, a bit in here 80’s but she was not the usual grumpy and angry old lady—- she was sweet and calm, like a real grandma taking her grandchild to a library.

It wasn’t his fault he was born of royal blood, and all I have to do is carry that with him. “How about my son here, Thomas?” King Ricardo suddenly perched. I heard two different things that moment. Coughing and laughing. The coughing was from me and Thomas, and the laughing was from Althea and Keith. “I’m sorry, what?” Thomas, who was in front of King Ricardo, almost drowned in his water. “Thomas is a likely suitable partner for Ruthy. He is of royal blood, he has the looks, the brains and the manners. They would rule Rinovea marvelously,” King Ricardo added.

“So, ready?” “For what?” I was starstruck every time I met royals. I still found it hard to wrap around my head that I met and shared a meal with royalties. The door swung opened again, then two men in suits put down a couple of paper bags. “What are those?” “We’re going out,” she announced gleefully. “Princess Carlott, I can’t.”

Rose asked “I also don’t know,” After thirty minutes, we arrived at their pack's territory. We’ve entered a trail of trees, I can smell the wind change and the number of wolves. As we go along I can see a big old stone mansion. “The palace used to be bigger than that, “ Caleb said, “After the human war it was destroyed and this is what is left,” he said. “It was also the same incident that moved the different titles for royals like us. But my people still call my father King and I, the prince,”

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

Alex moves his fingers close to the blade strapped at his side. “The Royal Archives,” I blurt out, leaning against the doorframe, dizzy. “It’s on fire. Right now. The west wing. The Rothmere land grants. Someone’s trying to burn them.” Silence. His gaze hits me like a wall. That irritation? Gone. In its place - something sharp, something cold. Questions don’t come. Not one. He just takes it in. What I said. Even though it makes no sense. It registers. As truth.

I wait patiently. When they eventually open, she pins me with a serious (if not somewhat mortified) look and says in a measured voice, “Think of the most elaborate wedding you’ve ever heard or seen pictures of—and then amplify that by, oh… I don’t know,” she shrugs with indignance. “A million percent?” I don’t bat an eye. She presses her palms to the table and leans toward me. “This is a royal wedding, Bailey.” She’s doing everything in her power not to scream this at me in all caps.

As always, he just had to hit the bull’s eye. “What can I say? I AM about to get my hands on something. By nook or crook.” Besides, it was high time the queen returned to her throne! ~~~ KENYA POV Two weeks. Two bloody, long weeks of my mind replaying my meeting with Royal on a broken loop and refusing to cut me some slack. Gosh, I needed a fucking breather. Royal was once again destroying the peace in my world and all he had to do was spring out from the hell he had been stuffed in and start spewing that nonsense about missing me and stuff.