Royal Romance Novels & Stories

"You gave us such short notice to do this royal wedding, I don't know how we will get everything done in time," Master Monet said as he looked up to The King, sewing together his royal garment as he stood on a wooden stool. He watched as Killian looked down and raised an eyebrow. "But you have hired the best in the business, Master Emiliano Monet and Mistress Bernadette Romano will get anything done. You know we are Italian and French, we are the best of both worlds," He laughed.

This tree symbolizes our love that continues to grow, despite adversity. Thrilled, I hugged him and felt the depth of his love in every word and gesture. This special gift represented the strength of our bond and the promise of a future together, regardless of the challenges that awaited us. As the royal marriage approached, a last-minute scandal threatened to tarnish our union. Rumors and unfounded accusations were spread, casting doubt on my integrity and our love. Giovanna: Prince Alexander, these accusations are false! I need to prove my innocence and protect our union.

" Prince Percy shut the announcer as he walked into the Royal castle of the Andersons. The royal castle is a 5-storey building that covers 13 acres. The castle has fifty rooms that include the royal ballroom, the meeting room for the king and ministers of the kingdom, the king's palace, a royal mall, royal dining, The royal rooms, the throne room, The king's office, the queen's room, and the royal emergency hospital. Percy ignored the royal bodyguards that followed him into the personal elevator made for the royals. He was there for a purpose and with the way he rushed out of the elevator when he got to the third floor, one would think he had come for a fight with the king. "The prince is...

Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w

Romeo finally lifted his face, his hard eyes looking at the duchess with questions. "A royal Werewolf doesn't taint a human virgin's blood when they bite them. This explains why the princess's scent remained the way it was before you bit her." The lines in Romeo's forehead deepened. He wanted more explanation. "This is apparently one of the royal family's secret. Here is one of the books that your mother entrusted into my possession for safekeeping before she left Dacria. And now I am returning it to its rightful owner. She said she had found these hidden in one of the secret dungeons in the imperial palace. Unfortunately, these books are the only surviving books about the real royalties lef

Gamma Amiri said as Kareem's mate, who I now knew as Selene, gave him a glare. "You know I only love you, kardia mou," He said, as he quickly kissed her neck. "You two should get a room before things go west," Amiri said to the lovers as they gave him a glare as my stomach felt a little giddy, something I was used to. Yep, Amiri definitely was the funny one in the group. "I know announce to you the young royals of Romanica, Princess Isadora, and Prince Isaac," the courier said as the trumpets busted through the hall.

Lucien smiled—a radiant, breathtaking smile that seemed to light up the entire ballroom—and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a tender, lingering kiss that tasted of sweet champagne, wild autumn air, and pure, boundless joy. Around them, the forty-piece orchestra brought the grand piece to a final, triumphant crescendo. The applause erupted once more throughout the Royal Opera House, but inside their quiet circle, High Luna Raine and her three devoted kings stood united, wrapped in the warmth of a love that had forever reshaped their destinies.

Fulfilling that notion he’s had of us dating. We’re well beyond dating, of course. We’re having a baby. But aside from us sleeping together when our crossroads intersect, the fact that I’m becoming familiar with his closest people, and he’s learned all about my past and my present—as well as my future desires—and we’ve developed a comfortable ying-yang scenario… We haven’t actually been out on real dates. For a moment, I get stuck on what that would involve, honestly. Do royals go to the movies with the masses? Or do they rent out a theatre for a “private” viewing? (Obviously, private is a relative term because security detail would be on-hand.)

Seraphina gasped, a sharp intake of air that was half surprise and half relief. Her scalp stung pleasantly, the pain radiating down her neck and sparking a rush of endorphins that made her head swim. She scrambled to obey, panting now, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, her nipples hard points begging for attention. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and watery, waiting for the next step. In his other hand, he held a strip of black silk. He brought it up to her face, and she closed her eyes willingly, tilting her head back to offer herself to him.

he rumbled softly, his deep voice carrying a hint of his usual territorial authority. "I am merely tired, My Lord," Rosalie whispered, her voice completely flat, devoid of any warmth or emotion. She picked at a small piece of bread on her plate, barely swallowing a single bite. The moment the dinner concluded, Rosalie didn't wait for Dominic to guide her. She stood up smoothly, offered a cold, collective bow to the room, and retreated straight back to the royal chambers.