Royalty By Maluma Onyx Novels & Stories

Alexander knew that Athena wouldn't even blink when she rejects him now. 2 years ago, they met in a club. Both were alone and didn't desire to interact with the other. However, things turned complicated when their skin accidentally touched as the Blood Moon was at its peak. As an Alpha and Beast Lord, Alexander was the most affected during the Blood Moon. He should be inside his mansion, alone. However, as an Alpha and someone with great power, many female Shapechanger desired to be his consort and tried to get inside his mansion. Fortunately, he was able to escape from their hands and that's where he found Athena. A human with a strange sweet scent lurking around her.

Calmly, I took out a golden badge and raised it above my head. This was a royal-exclusive badge, something only direct royal relatives could possess. The gold one in my hand was the Alpha King's personal insignia. Ignoring Peyton's stunned expression, I announced in front of everyone present, "In my capacity as the Alpha King's representative, I hereby declare that from this day forward, no pack is permitted to have any dealings with Matt White's pack." Matt's pupils shrank sharply as he glared at me. "Who do you think you are?! How dare you speak on the Alpha King's behalf!"

No matter what the future holds, I know we will be together, facing him hand in hand. I saw myself in an internal struggle between my real responsibilities and my search for my own happiness. I questioned the role assigned to me and the need to follow the traditions of royalty. Prince Alexander: Giovanna, sometimes I feel suffocated by the responsibilities and expectations that come with the crown. I feel like I'm losing my own identity in this process. Giovanna: My love, I understand your feelings. It is important that you allow yourself to seek your own happiness and find a balance between your obligations and your personal desires. Your happiness is fundamental to our relationship and you

He said in the same hard tone making me realize that he doesn’t like if someone points out his mistake. “Ok!” I simply said and finished my coffee, staring outside through the window. “What is your name?” he suddenly asked, making me cough. “You already forgot?” I asked him with shock evident on my face. “Full name!” he corrected. “Amrin Shah.” I replied, smiling at him, and he nodded. “What is your full name?” I asked, looking at him. “Dileep Vishwanth!” he replied while I added, “The Prince of Ivaan.”

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.

The fear I felt and the noise I was hearing was making my headache, the friendly man walked to us with a young boy behind him who was lifting two beautiful golden crowns on a white pillow. He stood in front of us then gave a low bow. "Long live my king and queen," he said then got a beautiful crown that was engraved with all the most expensive stones and put it on the king's head, he bowed then got the smaller crown engraved with diamonds and put it on my head, then bowed and walked away with the young boy. "Long live the king and queen!" The people cheered loudly then kept quiet when the king lifted his hand. "Long live your Highness," one man in royal robes said, looking at the way he move

Their rich oil deposits and rare Earth minerals had probably had something to do with England’s acquiescence. She held her breath as the prince came into sight, battling the latest surge of nerves. Her first sight of him wasn’t the professional evaluation it should be. Instead, she noticed his lean, toned physique displayed by the tight white tank top he wore. It wasn’t what she would’ve expected from a Prince, but she couldn’t argue that it certainly highlighted how muscular his arms were—which reminded her that she was there to work, not ogle the Prince.

“And his parents want their son to have his crown princess before he’s eighteen. They want you two to start taking proper steps towards ruling.” “And he’s Prince Andrew… Andrew Harrison Brown, prince of Dustrich.” Queen Alyssa added. “Finally, someone mentioned his name. I’m starting to think this prince of mine has no name.” Amelia murmured. This time, her parents heard her murmur but choose to ignore it. “How I hate situations like this! Why can’t I just live like any normal girl would?” Amelia whined and her father laughed. “You are a normal girl, my princess.” “So why do I have to be subjected to an arranged marriage?” she wanted to ask but there was no point in asking. It had been expla

Did it feel like I abandoned them? "I got better- Austin helped me with my depression" I know that's what Dwayne thinks I had and I can't think of any other reason behind my behaviour. "And the first thing you do is come on your run. It's good to see some things never change, Luna" Jordan laughs. He's got naturally tanned skin and dark hair and eyes. He's not a bad looking man and I know that had I not been mated to Austin, I probably would have been attracted to him. Too bad I was mated to His Majesty. Cory is slightly darker in skin tone- a chocolate colour to his skin and his dark hair and eyes match his skin. His teeth are unusually bright when he smiles at me.

One press on the fob and the beast woke: headlights flaring, a sharp honk ripping through the silence, red blinkers flashing against cracked walls like warning sirens. A black BMW XM SUV 2025. Not just a car, a d*mn statement written in steel and black paint. Fresh paint gleamed like obsidian, the kind of machine that turned heads before crushing bones beneath its wheels. I yanked open the back passenger door and eased Camilla inside. Her head lolled gently against the seat, lashes heavy, lips parted. She was still cold. That was the thing about Nero’s kiss: it hit fast, sweet, and dangerous. An hour at most before the haze started lifting. That’s why clients demanded ten doses a day, more i