Royal Romantic Novels & Stories

she timidly says. "It's okay. It has already happened, and I have gone past it. Honestly, I am happy that it happened." I admit. "What does your highness mean?" "Didn't I address myself as his mate? I have feelings for him." I straightforwardly say. "Oh my... no- that... that shouldn't happen. I've heard that a royal always should marry a noble person... this- shouldn't happen." she blabbers, and the way she does that reminds me of Micah. He always blabbers like that too.

“No, my brother Rome.” “Rome?” “Lord, whatever his title now. Rome Langston.” “A lord, huh?” She stopped and held my arm. “Like a real noble?” “Yeah. He’s married to the Princess Royal of Capria.” “Wow. What is she like?” She sounded so interested and amazed. “Funny, beautiful, sweet, and she can be carefree. You remind me of her.” “What was it like to meet a royal?” “Fancy, but the prince and the princess are cool people.” I took her to the back of the house, on the dock.

And that image from now…that sudden vision of myself under bright moonlight, surrounded by four wolves…What was that? What happens when people find out? Was this a dream? And the worst part… What happens to my mission in the palace, when the king’s son already owns a dangerous, unfairly large piece of my heart?

" ...Awwn poor Hermione, all left bored and alone." Ketura mocks, on seeing me lie on the bed "We had so much fun at the palace! Can you believe, I even danced with the crowned Prince Helios?!" She squeals, earning a prideful look from Grandmother who stood beside her. "The palace? Fun? I don't understand..." I ask, faking ignorance "Yes, Hermione. A Royal ball was organized specially at the palace for the youths, and that is because the crowned prince is of the opinion that his fated mate is from this kingdom." Ketura grins at me

"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.

After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear. She stood by the door for a minute, head hell high, as her gaze travel directly to one person. She then started walking directly towards where the royals are sitting down. She majestically walk with grace and power. Her head is held high like a true Queen, looking directly at one person with lips curve to a smile. She wore a simple Ankara gown with a rose gold color Alkaybba which is following her at least 5 meters behind. Five maids by either of her sides follows behind also dressed in a marching attire.

Taking every bit of Astral kingdom’s tradition into consideration, the priest conducted the wedding ceremony of the royals. Amelia did all in her power to remain calm, saying only few words through the whole wedding process when the priest asked her few questions. The priest read the wedding vows to their hearings and the two young royals affirmed the vows. Minutes after the long boring proceedings, the priest said the words Amelia didn’t want to hear at the moment. “I proclaim you husband and wife.” The princess sulked in her breath.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

I couldn’t possibly help her while she’s in this state, her mind fogged with liquor. But the longer she pants in heat, the stronger the smell of her hormones shed light on her identity. I know better than anyone here about how royals are drawn to the sensual scent of a commoner’s blood. It calls to all of us, fueling our power and our harsher side. Most royals fuck commoners for the fun of it, knowing they couldn’t possibly fight back. Some of them do it to get their release and then kill the stray, leaving behind no chance for an heir that is a half-breed.

"Royal Group helped Eclipse last time. I guess they have a good relationship." "I heard that Royal Group and Eclipse are planning a marriage." "Really? How can Mr. Lancaster marry Melany? He must be crazy!" "OMG, Melany is Raphael's female companion! Is she really going to marry Raphael?" "Her life is so perfect!" People chattered. I glanced at Melany, shook my head, and prepared to go inside. All of a sudden, a woman walked furiously towards Raphael and Melany, wearing a black Chanel dress that looked expensive.