Royal Romance Novels & Stories

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". ****

She looked at me from head to toe and gave me a smug look but did not say anything. I smiled politely but she didn't. umm...ok. "And she is Valina Morris 'Royal girlfriend of my cousin Daniel' who is dreaming to be the queen of this kingdom," Tristan told me, controlling his laugh. She shot him a glare. Valina. I heard this name somewhere.

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

That brought a smile to her face. The princess of a mafia business? She thought she would be making millions of Ruble per day. The texture was Romeo's Rival who has always wanted to defeat him and he got his way to Roman, through his unfaithful girlfriend. 'okay.' She texted back to him and then cleared their chats before Roman was out of the toilet. Roman came and went to the closest to dress up, she used the chance to take a quick shower. * Roman dropped her off at his house after they hung out.

Celeste asked, making sure her horse was in check. "Not that I know nothing about all this.." Delphine chuckled sheepishly as Celeste nodded meaningfully. "I see the lord hasn't told you about this yet.." she stated, "I guess.." "Well our journey will be very rough and tiring," Celeste informed, staring at Moreau who climbed onto his horse as she admired him. "Do you love him?" Delphine asked, seeing Celeste's eyes were fixed on Moreau. "Who wouldn't, I just wished he felt the same way, but sadly his heart belongs to another woman" Celeste signed sadly.

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

she confessed, her voice a soft murmur. Alexander pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his arms securing her in a protective embrace. "Then let's drift into dreams together, where our love continues to paint the canvas of our story." As the day unfolded into a tapestry of sunshine and anticipation, Zara and Alexander found themselves immersed in the grandeur of preparations for their royal wedding. The beach, once witness to the quiet intimacy of their love, transformed into a majestic venue adorned with flowers, billowing fabrics, and the promise of a lifetime together.

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.

Inside one of the hush chambers of the castle, the creaking of a bed could be heard along with sexual moans. Entangled on their bed, in ecstasy, were Amber and her husband, Titran, the royal queen and king of Nehoviah. It was nightfall, and the chamber was lit up with scented candles. Amber was moaning loudly, screaming her husband's name, her hand entangled in his hair as he banged her core. This was one of the nights when they made love to each other in the comfort of their chamber. Minutes later they lay breathless beside each other, sweat glistening on their bodies.

Everywhere was sparkling and neat, as if it had never been used. Then I saw another beautiful, gorgeous omega, different from the one who had been warming my bed since I arrived at Crescent Pack yesterday. I walked further into the kitchen, the doorway a few steps behind me. Then I tapped the counter to get her attention. She jerked upright from where she had been bent over, as though her soul nearly left her body. She quickly straightened up. She looked at me from head to toe. My robe had given away that I was of royal blood. Maybe she was not aware when I arrived at the palace yesterday.