Season 2 Royal Pains Novels & Stories

She said after she looked down on her thighs. "Curves." I randomly said. "I have straight line." She said and I rolled my eyes. "Good personality." "I have that.." She said happily as she did a penguin happy dance. I chuckled seeing her reaction and I can't wait to have a crazy one year with her.

I could remember the horrific looks on everyone’s faces! Zack wasn’t still talking to me even after the coronation. I wondered what his problem was. Didn’t he know that a King and Queen had to work together to make a beautiful nation? I understood he lost his father but how come I was the only one he didn’t converse with? I summoned the royal doctor this morning, due to the constant diarrhea I had. I noticed she looked moody when he entered. “My Queen, Good morning,” she said. The royal doctor was a middle-aged woman who wore a thick-rimmed glasses that made her look professional.

“Please step outside while we run some tests.” Roy nodded numbly. The moment the door closed, he pulled out his phone with shaking hands and dialled. “Mum.” Mrs. Sinclair answered immediately. “Roy? What’s wrong?” “We’re at the hospital.” “What? Why?” “Karen… she’s in pain. They said contractions.” There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “What did you do to her?” Roy flinched. “Nothing. I didn’t—” “You’ve been mistreating that girl,” Mrs. Sinclair snapped. “I warned you. I warned you.”

Cassia’s Pov “Um... Cassia, Madam Care is asking for you. She’s in the kitchen,” Diane said in a pitiful voice, her expression sad. “I told you you’d be punished!” Sienna almost screamed at me, tears streaming down her face. It had been almost two days since I brazenly stared at the king as he feasted on the maid's wrist. He hadn’t said anything afterward, and I managed to tear my horrified gaze away as soon as I saw the bloodstains on his lips.

Then again, who would ever think of looking for them there? "Are you sure there's no other living member of the royal family? Someone you don't..." She trailed pinching her eyes shut. A sharp pain shot through her back making her curl on her side in pain. A part of her realized the drugs they gave her had worn off and she could move but pain overshadowed that thought. It felt as if the skin on her back was tearing itself open. The burning sensation intensified making her cry out in agony. Clarisse squirmed trying to find a position that lessen it.

“Love? Karel, the only person you love is yourself. You didn’t move a finger for me or Gael. You just want the position of Royal Beta to gain influence, power, and money.” Karel simply smiled in silence. “Luckily for you, I am already bringing our goal closer. While you are failing, I am thriving,” she cooed. “The King is back, and now he receives a new poison daily. One that is nearly impossible to detect. It stores itself slowly in his tissues.” The Queen reached down, sliding her hand under her long skirt to slowly remove her lace panties.

Richman's voice made all of us look toward the door. He walked inside holding Morgan's chart. “Everything came back normal on the CBC—complete blood count.” He smiled. “Our Queen is ready to go home.” My fucking heart flipped. Bruce lost his mind. “HOME!” I nearly laughed. “Calm the fuck down.” “OUR MATES ARE COMING HOME!” Shit. This was it. I'd imagined taking Morgan home from the moment I found her. I'd imagined her walking through the Palace doors. Sleeping beside me. Waking beside me.

So damn loud that it rang painfully in my ears. “What are you trying to say Ann?” I asked slowly falling onto my side and curling myself in embryo position against the cold bathroom floor. I couldn’t move a muscle. Everything hurt, even breathing felt like my lungs were ballooning in my chest and cramping against my ribs. “What I am saying is Royal has been acting up. And I know you love him, friend, but this is completely out of character.” She accused, and my mind instantly caught up on what she was hinting at.

He doesn't follow anyone anymore. He knows the power he holds. He knows what he has. And he won't just give it to anyone. After all, he's got the royal d*ck. He knows how to bring his d*ck A-game. And I am not complaining. *** I'm a lonely girl in a lonely world. At face value, I have everything any young woman would want in her mid-twenties. I have a well-respected job, status, money, and a great fancy for custom-made outfits. I legally have first-world problems. Certainty and routine make up my mundane albeit exciting lifestyle something my parents can only dream of, yet I have a secret longing for a different life. I still want something that I can call my own.

And she couldn't even deny she loved it. She felt sad and angry at the same time, yet she knew she couldn't do a thing. She was powerless against her own desires and she hated it. She was ashamed of her own cravings. Sebastian didn't let her ropes loosen as she felt his presence near her. She felt his hands on her wrists, gripping them tightly as he said, "Now, be prepared to get the punishment for breaking my rules." His words sounded music to her ears but she was angry. She growled, "Fuck you!"