Novel & Cerita Royalty Romance Books

com/royhanss Thank you for reading ♥. NB : His curvy obsession is coming to an end and Nicholas book is already knocking, please do check my I*******m page for any updates. The title, cover, prologue, outline is ready. I can't wait for it. It's bittersweet romance.

’ His voice was incredulously calm. She could see passion in eyes as deep and mysterious as the ocean itself. ‘Where, Carrie, and how?’ his deadly soft voice reminded her. ‘Do you want to be like most and have sex in the bedroom. Or would you like to be bold and have me take you on this beautiful Italian rug, coloured with the birds of paradise.’

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

“Why are men always so stupid when it comes to women? Time and time again. Just remember Helen of Troy before you do anything stupid.” “I have an idea of how to keep her in line.” She set her glass down and crossed her arms over her chest. “Really? Let’s hear this idea.” I poured another glass before I gave her the name that would explain everything else. “Joseph Ingram.” After a moment of consideration, she smiled. “Not a bad idea.” Ariel followed me into the royal chambers with the proper equipment. London was in the second living room next to the balcony, reading a book she found on the shelf.

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

“Oh, don’t tell me another guy’s got wrapped around your pretty little fingers. What is it, Nic? Caspian for the god-hands, Liam for the magic touch… who’s next? You collecting men like fucking trophies now?” “Enzo!” I slapped his chest, my face burning even though I was laughing. He fanned himself with invisible pearls. “Don’t ‘Enzo’ me. Girl, you’ve got Caspian with the sexy eyes, and now Liam, Mr. Doctor Feel-Good? I’m jealous..” “Stop exaggerating.” I tried to sound serious, but my stupid grin gave me away. He leaned closer, his breath tickling my ear, filthy and playful. “Mmm. Bet Liam didn’t stop at your ankle. Bet his hands wandered. Bet you squirmed. Tell me, baby…did he really just

She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger she didn't know she possessed. Tyler's hands roamed over her body, his touch setting her skin on fire. He pushed her robe off her shoulders, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. Jaye gasped, her head falling back as he took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, his hard cock pressing against her stomach.

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“I promise.” For a moment, their glares softened—just a flicker, a flash of reluctant admiration—before the walls went back up. The parents laughed and toasted again, oblivious to the private war brewing at their table. In that shimmering, golden hall—beneath the chandeliers and the weight of royal tradition—the seeds of a chaotic romance were sown. Neither Carl nor Ariel planned to lose. And somewhere deep down—though neither would admit it yet—a tiny spark of excitement flickered beneath their irritation.

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.