Royal Romantic Mga Nobela at Kwento

The horizon became a canvas of colors, painting their love story with a soft, ethereal glow. In the tranquil embrace of nature, they embraced one another, their hearts resonating with the profound connection they shared. It was a day that was more than just a respite from royal duties; it was a celebration of their love, a reminder of the power of togetherness. The sea whispered its secrets, the wind carried their laughter, and the world, for a while, faded into the background as Roberick and Cynthia's love story continued to unfold against the backdrop of Eldoria's beauty.

“Hmm.. Very regal, indeed.” “And you will be Royal Consort Akari Nikolai-Kingston.” “It has a nice ring to it.” ****

I peer around and my heart literally stops in my chest. Rick and Ryan are of course wearing black trousers and white shirts, both looking dazzlingly handsome with their light hair and grinning faces. If I weren't a mated she-wolf, I would be appreciating their charms greatly. But I am a mated she-wolf and speaking of which...Austin looks deliciously handsome.

She pulled me into an embrace. “What are you doing—” I paused, pulled away, shook my head, and chuckled in amusement. “This is a Royal Cruise, isn’t it?” “No, honey.” “Your Royal Highness,” I addressed Prince Isodore. His smile laced with sadness before he sighed. “You’ve been through a tough time. I understand. Just don’t give up just yet.” I left them. I just followed where the way led me. “Need a room?” I paused. A smile slowly spread across my face. “I guess.”

Zarek got up, almost moved to them but didn’t. "Pardon my manners. I didn’t see you guys," he said sweetly, though I could pick up the distant mockery. "Prince..." "It's Crown Prince, or Your Highness," he corrected Nikolai. Nikolai stiffened. "...Your Highness," he said reluctantly. Smart move. Using his title to assert dominance, I knew there was cruelty hiding beneath that blank expression. Even Luciano had his mouth agape at the showcase. "I'm Nikolai, and this is my fiancé, Tyron," Nikolai swallowed, head slightly bowed.

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,”

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

Someone chuckled darkly, a solemn nod going about the room. It had my curiosity entranced as each generation started to describe the slow decline of the Great Pack, as they called it; all Rogues connected to the king under one banner. What was even more surprising was the casual mention throughout of the Royals being Lycans. No one in the room batted an eye at it, just accepted it like truth and enjoyed the stories. “Constable, I hate to interrupt; but are you saying all Royals for England were Lycans?” I had to know, a few cops snickering at the question, but Constable Myra just smiled and nodded her head.

she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

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.)