Royal Romantic Novels & Stories

"You really have to, especially in front of the royalties, what example are you showing to them?” "I get you mom, I will try to," she rolled her eyes. "Very most especially in front of the Prince, you know he never would take such rubbish, forget the Queen did so," Roshan said and walked away. "Oh," she mouthed and flopped down on the couch beside. Whatever, all she wanted had finally been given, the decree by the Queen that the Prince was hers. She smiled broadly staring at nothing in particular. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and she instantly looked out through the window, she saw two guys.

Orion nodded and looked at me. "Allow me to formally introduce myself to you, Mistress of Fire. I'm Orion Alexander Esravec III, the crown prince of Rousiana." "And I'm Luciana Louis, His Majesty's only neice and the only princess of Rousiana." My jaw dropped.

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.

"But he has a lover here and there? I don't think that's right even if you're royalty." "Geez, you're very ignorant. It's common for royalty to have many affairs since they're strengthening their connections to have greater and solid supporters. That's their way of gaining more power and it's nothing new." The imperial knights just shook their heads as they follow the Prince to guard him along with his lover within the woman's residence.

His voice boomed with rare warmth when the herald announced the arrivals. “Presenting His Highness, Prince Karl of the Royal House… and his wife, Lady Isabella.” All eyes turned as the royal couple descended the staircase together. Karl moved with rigid composure, his hand firmly holding Isabella’s. She glowed with quiet grace, her gown a soft ivory that made her seem almost untouchable. Whispers rose like waves around them. “Look at her—she carries herself like a queen already.” “She was banished not long ago.” “And yet now she bears the heir.”

Like a woman who didn't have a husband to return to. I closed the laptop. I wasn't surprised. Nora and I had been married for two years, and I had never seen her look at me like that before. It was a bargain from the beginning—power, business, respect. Her father wanted to keep the name Russo tied to legacy. My father wanted me to stop disgracing the royal house with my "unserious behavior." And I was weary of battling both of them. So I signed. And we both worked at it for a while.

I asked, my curiosity piqued. "They are the markings of Royalty," Raphael said, his voice filled with awe, "of a great King, one who rules with wisdom and power." He gazed at my phone with wonder, his eyes tracing the glowing patterns as if seeing them for the first time, but still knowing what they meant. "This is me?" he was shocked. What did this mean for him... We were all Finally Home! (Thank you so much for reading my books, Please read my new book: "Lusting for their Forbidden Mate" It's a Werewolf romance Erotica, I hope you enjoy it too.)

“I’m not who you think I am.” My heart beat out of control. I almost didn’t want to know what he was going to say next, but I knew I had to find out. It was like watching a train crash. I couldn’t stop it, but I couldn’t look away either. “Who are you?” I asked with trepidation. “I am Prince Henry Aster of Paradisa. I am the second in line to the Paradisian throne.” His hands tightened on mine. “And I am the man who loves you.”

He stepped forward, towering over Ross, who paled slightly under the force of his gaze. "Let me tell you something, kid. This woman whom you refer to so callously is going to be my Luna. I, Ryan, son of the alpha of the Royal bloodline, am married to her, and nothing will change that." The other nobles were stunned into silence, watching as Ross' cocky smile fell from his face, his jaw clenching with suppressed rage. And then, like a harbinger of doom, a loud booming voice echoed through the hall. "Impossible!" the king bellowed. All heads turned in unison, watching as the royal majesty approached, his footsteps echoing off the marble tiles. My heart pounded against my ribs.

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.