The Royal Tutor Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

he scoffed, but immediately shut up hearing Christian's furious growl directed at him. "Mind your words, Arnold! Don't forget she is the Royal Beta female."Christian growled, shutting him up. Damn, Royal? I liked the sound of that, but did I care? Absolutely not. "And respect is all that you will give her." I could see Arnold literally glaring at me, wanting nothing to bury me alive. But that only made me smirk at him. Sucks for you, Arnold!

“Where is Theo?” I demanded, barely registering what was happening. “I arranged for him to study with the royal tutor,” he answered, his lip curled amusedly, “he’s learning counting.” My face flushed like it was hovering above a stove as the realization settled in. Despite this, my eyes greedily drank in his muscular, toned form in the small robe. I noticed the bottle of champagne in his hand along with two glasses, and I wanted to run away. So I did.

It was the safest place in the world. With trembling hands, I reached for the journal in the side table drawer. The leather cover was old and worn, the pages slightly yellowed. Noah’s handwriting filled the first page. “Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s see what kind of idiot my brother was.” Adrien chuckled softly beside me. I turned the page. Day 14. The new tutor came today. I think I fell in love the moment she stepped into the palace. She is a beautiful woman with brown eyes and dusky hair. Kieran thinks she smells like paint, but I think she smells like roses. I swear she smiled at me.

I could feel the excitement slowly creeping in every vein I had. "Silly," he murmured between a teasing smile and then I pouted again. Royal was five years older than me. We're not related to each other. My parents and his were just friends because of business. And being older than me meant responsibilities. And if mom would let Throne— who happened to be his younger brother— watch over me, world war might exist. Throne was younger than me. That meant he was still immature by means of thinking or should I say, he was immature in everything. He's childish or worse than that.

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

It wasn’t his fault he was born of royal blood, and all I have to do is carry that with him. “How about my son here, Thomas?” King Ricardo suddenly perched. I heard two different things that moment. Coughing and laughing. The coughing was from me and Thomas, and the laughing was from Althea and Keith. “I’m sorry, what?” Thomas, who was in front of King Ricardo, almost drowned in his water. “Thomas is a likely suitable partner for Ruthy. He is of royal blood, he has the looks, the brains and the manners. They would rule Rinovea marvelously,” King Ricardo added.

she teased. Carl caught her hand. “Where do you think you’re going? Finish what you started.” He kissed her then; fierce, insistently tender. She didn’t resist. Clothes were abandoned with careless laughter; the hush of the room wrapped around them as they lost themselves again in each other. By dawn the next day, both wore the comfortable exhaustion of people who’d crossed a line and found it softer than they feared. Carl was still half-asleep when the royal runner arrived with a summons from King Edward.

Ava followed him downstairs to his study where he showed her how he had had all the photographs of Christian copied and reset into four leather-bound albums, each one with the gold crest of the Royal family on the cover. She couldn’t speak for a moment… She sat silently tracing her fingertip over the royal crest, wondering if this was part of the removal process. He was making the disparity of their lives and background all the more apparent. Federico was showing her where Christian belonged… where she could never follow. All of a sudden, she felt cold inside. “What do you think, Ava? Do you like it?” he asked. She brought her gaze up to his. “What do I think… Well, I think you are systemati

There were tears, and laughter, and she could only hope that after all the years under her parents, she would live up to being the queen they deserved. "This will take getting used to," Dimitri spoke loudly to be heard over the villagers. "You'll learn fast." "With you as my teacher, I might be a little distracted." Ayesha choked on her giggle. "Behave yourself." "Hard to do with you." He bit her ear, and she laughed even harder.

"He actually had the nerve to ask us to share you. He wanted to take you back to his place so he and his brothers could have a turn. We told him no." I stared at him, completely lost. "Who is Riley?" Royal’s face turned into a mask of anger. A mean, mocking smile touched his lips. "Are you really going to play that game? Are you upset that we didn't give you back to him? I bet you miss him." "I don't know who that is," I said. I wasn't lying. The name meant nothing to me. Royal leaned in closer, his eyes dark with distrust. "You are still a great actress. You haven't changed at all, have you?"