Royal Romantic 소설 & 이야기

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.

Now, I told it. It was no surge as the Royal power was a surge. It moved differently. Slower and heavier and total, such as between a wave and a tide. I sensed it push through me and I sensed it lose its grip altogether and I grabbed fiercely at the extreme, and attempted to direct it rather than to lose hold of it at will. The two hunters stopped. Not solid as the Royal light solidified things. Otherwise something greater. Something that came to the part about them that moved and was not much to say about halting it.

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

“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.”

She had polled after him into the bathroom, and right at that moment, she stood before the door. Royalty shut his eyes, and threw his head wild on the tiled wall. He still had some few closed buttons left, to peel off his shirt completely. He smacked the droplets of water on his hard lips and suckled hungrily on it. Rolling up his sleeves, Royalty intentionally lit up his Adam apple in a slow, séductive bob in a bid to seduce the little Rabbit. He wanted her to willingly come into his arms. Royalty flexed his muscles, and Cinderella just couldn't breath. She curled up her toes softly, and pressed her lower lip under her teeth.

I then glanced at Aria, whose wolf was at the front foot to deal with this threat aka me, her possessiveness doubled the exhilaration of my approaching victory. “Thank you, Alpha Zayden. I have just one more favor to ask from you. Can you please elaborate on the part where a Royal is entitled to keep everyone who has served them physically?” Although my statement was quite coded, it overjoyed Zayden. He spoke enthusiastically. “If a man or a woman had ever slept with a Royal, he/she will belong to them until death.” A chorus of startled gasps reverberated the surroundings. Luna Flora hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing Zayden’s hand, and bellowed hysterically.

♡SRISTE ROYAL♡ Female lead 20 years old beautiful, attractive, sweet, innocent, joyful, playful, cheerful, rich kid, tomboy she is the only heiress of royal international companies and the only child of Anand and Alekhya royal she is the most jovial and sweet nature type girl her family is everything to her she has everything loving parents, loyal friends Arun and Priya and everything she loves to make everyone happy she is the most sweet girl in her family

“Come on, Romy! It’s going to get dark soon, and I’d prefer you not fall off the rooftop because you couldn’t see.” Romaine laughed sharply and whipped around. Her eyes were red and the irises lighter than he’d seen before. “Falling from the rooftop… a good idea… Sure, why not? What’s another tragic accident in the Royal family? Maybe then the King and the Queen can find the heir they want and I’ll finally be free from all this…” Kingston’s jaw clenched and he took another step. “Romy… we can talk about what happened. Just come to me and we will go back inside.”

Page number 76, a royal should only be wedded to a noble. Oh, bullshit. I close the book with a heavy heart.