Royal Romantic Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

“When I asked for the whole story, this was the last thing I expected you to lay at my feet.” “It’s a lot, I know.” “A princess. It’s such a strange word on my tongue.” She chuckled. “Are you saying I can’t pull it off? You haven’t seen me in a ballgown or a crown.” He laughed. “No. I definitely can see you in that. It’s just shocking to be dating royalty—and even more shocking learning how you were treated. I want to be fascinated by who you are, but I can't dissociate how you were treated. I don’t know what to say about your parents’ behaviour.”

She had polled after him into the bathroom, and right at that moment, she stood before the door. Royalty shut his eyes, and threw his head wild on the tiled wall. He still had some few closed buttons left, to peel off his shirt completely. He smacked the droplets of water on his hard lips and suckled hungrily on it. Rolling up his sleeves, Royalty intentionally lit up his Adam apple in a slow, séductive bob in a bid to seduce the little Rabbit. He wanted her to willingly come into his arms. Royalty flexed his muscles, and Cinderella just couldn't breath. She curled up her toes softly, and pressed her lower lip under her teeth.

I then glanced at Aria, whose wolf was at the front foot to deal with this threat aka me, her possessiveness doubled the exhilaration of my approaching victory. “Thank you, Alpha Zayden. I have just one more favor to ask from you. Can you please elaborate on the part where a Royal is entitled to keep everyone who has served them physically?” Although my statement was quite coded, it overjoyed Zayden. He spoke enthusiastically. “If a man or a woman had ever slept with a Royal, he/she will belong to them until death.” A chorus of startled gasps reverberated the surroundings. Luna Flora hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing Zayden’s hand, and bellowed hysterically.

♡SRISTE ROYAL♡ Female lead 20 years old beautiful, attractive, sweet, innocent, joyful, playful, cheerful, rich kid, tomboy she is the only heiress of royal international companies and the only child of Anand and Alekhya royal she is the most jovial and sweet nature type girl her family is everything to her she has everything loving parents, loyal friends Arun and Priya and everything she loves to make everyone happy she is the most sweet girl in her family

“Come on, Romy! It’s going to get dark soon, and I’d prefer you not fall off the rooftop because you couldn’t see.” Romaine laughed sharply and whipped around. Her eyes were red and the irises lighter than he’d seen before. “Falling from the rooftop… a good idea… Sure, why not? What’s another tragic accident in the Royal family? Maybe then the King and the Queen can find the heir they want and I’ll finally be free from all this…” Kingston’s jaw clenched and he took another step. “Romy… we can talk about what happened. Just come to me and we will go back inside.”

He stared intently at my lightly bruised arm, my entire body heated up from his gaze. Royal laughed hysterically. "The oblivious boyfriend to the rescue, do you even know what she's done to you?" Royal raised a brow. "Are you done?" Charles asked and Royal smirked. "You haven't seen the last of me, Miss Riles and consider your company gone," Royal said then he turned and walked away.

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.

The last day will be a Royal hunting which we are all need to attend. It was a long busy night of the royal protocols until finally I and Raphael have our time for each other. "Hon, it seemed that you're not okay now. Is something bothering you so much now?" Raphael asked while sitting beside me in the balcony of my palace. "Oh its nothing hon. I just have many matters to think about Akazia." I replied. "Please rest them aside, I have seen Akazia and the court is doing its best to address all the needs of the people in the country. Can we think about us and our upcoming wedding honey?" he asked as he held my hands and kiss. I look at him. His eyes is talking like its telling me to give my ti

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.