Royal Romance Book 2 Novels & Stories

Daniel stormed into the palace, his footsteps echoing sharply against the marble floors of the palace hall. The massive doors slammed behind him with a thud that seemed to shake the ancient chandeliers overhead. Servants scattered at the sight of his furious expression, bowing hastily and disappearing into side corridors. His blood was boiling. He didn’t bother knocking as he pushed open the doors to the royal study. Inside, his parents sat waiting like kings on their thrones. King Reginald Knight leaned back in his high backed leather chair, fingers placed under his chin, while Queen Eleanor sat beside him, her posture elegant and proud, a diamond necklace glittering coldly on her neck.

She just take deep breath then she start descending the steps while holding the banister with her free hand, the other one she uses to hold the side of her gown to help her move. She stops midway with her bride maids on her trails when she caught the glimpse of him standing at the foot of the stairs while gazing at his Rolex watch, clearly impatient. He is dress in a white Kaftan with silver accessories she looks at her own silver color gown which compliment his. She chuckles while her face blooms with smile. Her Prince Charming. Her Very Own Prince In A Shinning armor". ****

he remarked with a tone full of jealousy. "It was one night and it was a mistake," I grunted, pulling out a book of werewolf mates from the shelf. The ache in my neck subsided for a moment, I was more furious about Martin sleeping with a thousands females that I didn't even care about the pain. "Why do you even have these books? Don't these belong to the royals?" "I'm royal," he flashed a smirk at me. "God, don't be so pleased, you're just an Alpha." I whispered, opening the book in my hands and going through the first few pages of the book.

HE GAVE HER TIME to clean up and get back to looking presentable before they went down to the grounds to be with his men. Heads and headdresses bumped again. The Baron told her to do everything she was told to do, and that’s what she did, not minding any of them at all. She did not believe the books he had gifted her with had been coincidences, since the characters were royals and the setting was in the palace court. She believed he carefully chose them so she could learn from them while he was away with the duke and the knights.

"That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract. When the meeting was over Rowan took me back to the royal hall, and touched me in the small of the back with his hand, showing that he supported me. The rays of the sun penetrating through the stained-glass windows caught the gold embroidery on his robe and made him appear taller and more commanding than I had recalled. I guess you want to know about the knight, he said,

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.

Troy hadn’t brought up rule number one since then, not for four months. “Alright Troy, I’ll be a good girl.” The entire royal family came out to welcome them this time. In a twist of fate not even Troy could have seen coming, Prince Dean and Prince Ethan each took a knee, took one of CC’s hands and kissed it. She gulped, her eyes going straight to Troy’s before she collected herself, looked down at the two men’s bent heads and smiled. “Charmed,” they said at the same time. The dark prince broke through and Troy’s ordinarily relaxed demeanour vanished, his warm brown eyes now blazing with anger.

“They’re letting just anyone in these days.” I don’t flinch. “And they’re clearly still letting in the past.” Her lips twitch into a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Damien always did like strays,” she purrs, brushing past me—close enough that our shoulders touch. “But don’t get too comfortable, maid. The Wolfe always comes home.” And with that, she’s gone. Clicking down the hall in stilettos that probably cost more than my entire tuition. I stand frozen.

And certainly not for someone like him. Raising her chin, she quipped, "Careful, I bite." His smirk broadened, though barely. "So do I." The energy between them sparked dangerously, and for a brief moment, Serena lost sight of her reasons for being there. Until a voice broke through. "Is that you, Serena?" The voice was sugary sweet, yet laced with venom. Serena turned slowly. And there they stood. Isabella Vale-her younger sister,... draped in an ice-blue designer gown, a strawberry-sized diamond perched on her hand-and and attached to her arm, was Aidan Royce, wearing a smug expression, all too pleased with himself.

I looked into her eyes and I saw the gears of her head turning… “Paige… Paige Hope…” I replied, her jaw dropped and with the flick of her fingers, she made an envelope appear… “Darling, we just got this… within three weeks she will be the Queen and Luna of the Royal Pack…” My heart dropped. Romeo agreed to make her his Luna... I closed my eyes and tears fell again from my cheeks. “Eleanore, I need to know… Was Romeo truthful to me when he said he loved me?” I pleaded with her, holding her hands. We were still inside the true circle, so I needed to know.