The Royal Romance Novels & Stories

“Okay… and what does that have to do with the King?” I swallowed hard. Everything suddenly felt heavier saying it out loud. “The parcel said…” I paused, my throat tightening. “H.P isn’t my real mother.” Neither of them moved. “And according to it… the Royal Family killed my real parents.” The words shook as they left my mouth. “They were rogue wolves.” The silence that followed felt unbearable. Lulu blinked first. “Wait… hold on,” she said softly, trying to process it. “Nicole… what do you mean she isn’t your real mother?”

Royal was once again destroying the peace in my world and all he had to do was spring out from the hell he had been stuffed in and start spewing that nonsense about missing me and stuff. Like I would believe that when the news of him and that blonde bambolina was always scattered across the internet. Everywhere you landed, it was the singer and influencer Kimberly, music and video producer Royal Carter, and of course, their flaming love life that burned across the internet; filled with all the finer things in life. Every-fucking-where.

He was trying to cheer me up, which I appreciated. “Thank you, Felix,” I murmured. I kept scrolling, even though it made me fidget with discomfort. “Oh, what the hell?” I cried out, reading one headline in particular. “What is it? What’s wrong?” Felix bent over my phone. I tilted the screen so he could read the headline: NEW ROYAL ROMANCE HEATS UP; PRINCE FELIX DATES WOMAN WITH $1M BOUNTY “Oh my god,” Felix groaned, sinking back into the couch. “We called off the bounty! I found you!”

Fulfilling that notion he’s had of us dating. We’re well beyond dating, of course. We’re having a baby. But aside from us sleeping together when our crossroads intersect, the fact that I’m becoming familiar with his closest people, and he’s learned all about my past and my present—as well as my future desires—and we’ve developed a comfortable ying-yang scenario… We haven’t actually been out on real dates. For a moment, I get stuck on what that would involve, honestly. Do royals go to the movies with the masses? Or do they rent out a theatre for a “private” viewing? (Obviously, private is a relative term because security detail would be on-hand.)

He glared at me one last time before storming out, slamming the door so hard the walls shook. "Let her in," I commanded. The door opened, and Caroline walked in. She was stunning. Her beauty was undeniable, easily one of the most attractive women I had ever seen. "My King," she purred, bowing low. "It is an honor to be yours tonight... and to become your Luna." She was wearing a long white gown that left very little to the imagination. I could see she was wearing nothing underneath. Immediately, I felt my inner beast begin to stir, clawing at my mind, wanting to tear through her.

“She was everything he wanted in a woman. Smart, funny, beautiful, and kind. She treated him as an equal, rather than a prince because she didn’t know who he was. Despite his best efforts, he lost his heart. When he confessed his love to her, he found that she loved him back. For a moment, they were happy. “The prince knew she would make the perfect queen for Paradisa, but that her common birth would be a problem. It was law that the prince marry a woman of noble blood. He knew his father wouldn’t even meet her without a title to her name. Legally, they could never be together. “When he revealed that he was a prince, and their happy moment was shattered. She broke down in tears knowing they

The gifts people gave was immediately announced that it will be donated to church or an orphanage while some where to build a hospital. The ball started at 6 in the evening. The royal couple started to walk down from their seats so they can dance. The dance meant the ball has started. The King and Queen looked romantic as they dance. Afterwards, Prince Luthur saw Lady Louise and asked her for her first dance. The ducal couple said it was a confession that the prince has already fallen for Lady Louise because her beauty was astounding. The dress lady was wearing that night was the dress I was also wearing. The very reason it was called special. It all began there and the rest was history. Af

“I have never done this before,” Talia confessed as she stood right in front of him after their romantic dinner in the royal villa, they were residing in for their one-week honey moon. He could tell she was scared and innocent. He had only slept with one woman and now he had to consummate his marriage or else all hell will break loose. Talia was likeable and he had no doubt she would be just the right one for him now. Neal titled her chin up and gazed into those emerald green eyes.

Royal's bag hung across his neck as he started walking with his two hands buried in his pockets,his usual habit. The girls continue staring but he only maintained his cold stone face with no emotion. 👥 Because of him,I came to love stones. 👥 Dark romance is the best isn't it?! 👥 I love him even when he doesn't smile!! He's hot!! Royal scoffed when he heard that.."all fake" he numbled beneath his breath. "Hey Bud" Ryan,Royal's best friend came over and Royal removed his one left airpod. "Where have you been?" He asked and Ryan grinned.

It was clear that the boy wanted to be productive. "You can get an education at Virtus Scolaris. I will sponsor your education if you want, but I do not want you because you are qualified to become a royal partner. I want you because you're capable of being my spouse," Sidastir said casually. "How can I possibly qualify for that?" said the boy and frowned. He leaned forward and grabbed the boy's cheek. Sidastir kissed him; they could not help but enjoy the heat that radiated from them. The boy did not move; Sidastir thought that the boy's reaction was pale and wondered if he was as well. He stopped the kiss and leaned back, but the boy only frowned at Sidastir.