Royal Tara Novels & Stories

Does Tara have the Sight? “How does this bad lady look, Tara?” I ask her, showing her how serious I take her words. It is not just something silly to me, or a little girl's fantasy. Even the Alphas have gone silent. She opens her mouth as the door opens, and Alpha Blake gestures for the Beta and Delta to come in quietly. Tara’s frightened eyes stare at me, but I silently encourage her to speak her mind. She takes a deep breath. “She's scary, papa. Her eyes are black, her skin has snakes of blackness and she is scared of the moon. She comes from the pack of silver light, and some people think her name comes from the Moon Goddess, but it doesn’t, it’s only said the same.”

Clara asked Layla who showed an expression that she indeed knew about it. "Ask your beloved friend Elsa about who made the brand shine," Clara added as she walked like a queen in the modern era. Layla widened her eyes at the realization that it belonged to Taylor and that the chances of Clara managing them were high. So there is a higher chance that she might have created this design way before than anyone could have thought. She just uses her old designs which she had saved for special occasions like this. Layla's face flared up red in embarrassment.

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men.

No doubt his wonderfully suitable wife would bear him an heir and a spare, maybe even another couple of gorgeous children who looked just like Chris… Even if she was thousands of kilometers away as she had planned, how on earth would Ava bear it? He instructed the driver to set up the picnic in a secluded spot near some tamarisk trees that provided a shelter of sorts a short distance from the stately royal holiday residence. Within minutes a table with crisp white linen was set up, sparkling crystal glasses and crested silverware set out in preparation for a meal fit for… well, royalty, of course, Ava thought wryly as she watched a solid silver vase complete with red rose being placed in the

"Your grace. I am nothing but a rankless wolf. They will find out about me even if I decided to lie about my rank" "That's why I get you a portion from a Wolf Witch!" Maria bent down and picked a small jar from amongst the flowers. "Bathe with this every day and it will get rid of your smell," she handed it over to Cara. "We are meeting the Royal family in a week, get prepared and if you screw this up for me, I'll find every of your family member and kill them!" Maria threatened and walked out of the Flower garden. Cara held onto the Jar and let the tears from her eyes roll down her face. Maria had given her the chance to enter the Royal family and it was the only way to get rid of the king

CAMILLA RYDER The Lamborghini purred away as I stepped onto the red carpet laid before the towering glass doors of the grand opening venue. My eyes instantly caught the massive banner above — Liam’s face looming on it, bold and arrogantly posed like some kind of messiah to the business world.

She was clever enough to keep up with Leonard in class and reckless enough to make both of us regret being seen with her in public at least once a week. She stole one of my chips before I could stop her. “How was your morning with Princess Clair?” she asked. I nudged her knee under the table. “You mean my girlfriend?” “I do. Has she issued today’s royal decrees yet?” Leonard finally looked up from his book. “Please tell me there’s an official scroll.” “There should be,” Tara said. “With wax seals.” I shook my head, trying not to smile. “You two are impossible.” “And yet lovable,” Tara said.

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

"Tara is—" "Dead, and has been for 20 or so years" He snapped, cutting me off. "And so are you. Did you really think your lone crusade would bring salvation?” he laughed. My fists clenched, the chains rattling with the motion. "You don’t know anything about her. She’s the key. She’s the one who will—" But I cut myself off, if he believes she died in the first raid, then… "Enough," his voice ringing with authority, He regarded me with an inscrutable expression, "Take him away.” He ordered

"Oh my, greetings your highness, the Crown Prince. May I know what business you have in the Lilac Palace?" The Crown Prince was clearly disappointed by Harrold's sudden interference. "Yes, I need to speak to Russel. Where is he?" "He is at thedining room, your highness." "I see. Then I shall take my leave... I hope to see you again sometime, Princess Lianne." Then the Crown Prince left. "...you should be more careful when you're by yourself, sir Louie." Harrold immediately warns him. "People might accidentally find out about this royal secret, and that can bring you to ruins."