The Royal Romance Book 1 の小説・ストーリー

He looked up and closed his eyes, the motion accelerated even more. The mere sight of him intoxicated of what we're doing made me moan loud. His chest reddened, jaw was moving hard out of eagerness to quench his thirst. And he knew I was on the edge. He pounded faster and deeper, it wasn't long when another explosion came and I convulsed. He groaned as I felt his member throb inside, hot liquid mixed with mine. I was catching my breath as he fell next to me. "I love you, Ophelia, my wife," Demitri whispered. "I love you too," I said and hugged him back. (Book 2: The Royal Ascension)

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

She looked at me from head to toe and gave me a smug look but did not say anything. I smiled politely but she didn't. umm...ok. "And she is Valina Morris 'Royal girlfriend of my cousin Daniel' who is dreaming to be the queen of this kingdom," Tristan told me, controlling his laugh. She shot him a glare. Valina. I heard this name somewhere.

Like a woman who didn't have a husband to return to. I closed the laptop. I wasn't surprised. Nora and I had been married for two years, and I had never seen her look at me like that before. It was a bargain from the beginning—power, business, respect. Her father wanted to keep the name Russo tied to legacy. My father wanted me to stop disgracing the royal house with my "unserious behavior." And I was weary of battling both of them. So I signed. And we both worked at it for a while.

aside, I’m not in denial over what he’s saying to me, because—in all honesty—I’m not fully buying his I’ll make all your dreams come true vow in the first place. It’s not that I doubt the man, per se. It’s that… I’m a realist. No one just swoops in, out of the blue, claiming to be of royal blood and saying they can give you everything your heart desires. And yet here’s the kicker. Nick Angelini does not appear to be just any man. He looks royal. He smells royal. He oozes royal. And he is not flinching or otherwise caving in any way. He truly is serious. Severely so.

“When I asked for the whole story, this was the last thing I expected you to lay at my feet.” “It’s a lot, I know.” “A princess. It’s such a strange word on my tongue.” She chuckled. “Are you saying I can’t pull it off? You haven’t seen me in a ballgown or a crown.” He laughed. “No. I definitely can see you in that. It’s just shocking to be dating royalty—and even more shocking learning how you were treated. I want to be fascinated by who you are, but I can't dissociate how you were treated. I don’t know what to say about your parents’ behaviour.”

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

Hi everyone. This book has come to an end. This is book 2 of the ' Royally screwed' series. Thank you so much for getting here with me. I hope you enjoyed the book as much as I did. There was a lot of laughing and just blushing all the way. Let us not forget those hot steamy scenes. I loved it all so much. The series still goes on and is as follows: 1. The Royally Screwed Luna ( Complete) 2. The Royally Screwed Queen ( Complete)