A Royal Pain Novels & Stories

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men.

His fingers wrapped around my throat, tilting my head up and forcing me to look into his eyes. “You filthy creature. You're not entitled to look at me or speak to me in this manner,” he gritted out, his face impossibly closer to mine. My heart twisted painfully, and I forced myself to hold back tears. “Why? Are you a Royal?” I managed to ask. His grip tightened. He cocked his head. His gaze blazing. “Yes. I am a Royal and you will address me as Prince Damian Emilio.”

Painful childhood memories cascaded through my mind like a broken dam—years filled with nothing but struggle and anguish. Despite being born into the royal family, I was never treated as royalty. My mother, Rose, and I were regarded as less than nothing, despite her position as the rightful Queen. My father, Alexander, had been merely a lowly palace guard who had the extraordinary luck to be mated to my mother, the only royal princess and child of King Hunter and Queen Mia. “Ah,” I cried out, clutching my head as waves of agony washed over me. My eyes burned red, vision clouding with remembered horrors. My mother’s bloodied body flashed before me—her beautiful face frozen in death, eyes wide

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.

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at

The other, well, it’s like the Goddess couldn’t make up Her mind and made it half brown, half steel gray. I’m nearly to the far doors on the very end of the long hallway where I know a staircase leads to the private apartments and rooms used by the royal family when a sharp sting erupts through my arm, flaring out from the bracelet fixed against my skin. I brace a fist against the wall and double over as my skin burns, bubbling and blistering. I can’t take it anymore. This pain. This debt I’ve spent my entire adult life trying to pay. The pain rings out again, loud and sharp, until I’m forced against the wall, sliding down, breathless.

Not again! I needed to get to my assigned room quickly but couldn’t do it in the presence of the Royals. “My apologies, people!” The queen spoke in a loud voice, joining her hands together, “Alexander couldn’t make it back. We were misinformed about his arrival. Please go back to your duties.” While giving the speech she had a constant smile on her face. “Or maybe I was informed,” she continued, “but this foot pain has taken away my senses. I wish Alexander would marry soon so that I can take some relief from my queen duties. The kingdom now needs a new queen.”

DECREASE IMPERIAL KINGDOM "Ahhh! Oh shit! William creases his brows when the maid presses the steamy clothes on his injury. "This is for your own good, my prince…. The handmaid was trying to console him. "Oh, shut up! William shrilled, his veins popping out. "This is all Ragaleon's fault. He sent me to the battlefield to be butchered by those wolves! William was in pain, his whole body burning.

AT MY PLACE. Yes_you_suck YAY! PARTY! Will_the_devil SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, BUT, ROYAL WEDDINGS CAN TAKE PLACE ONLY AT THE PALACE. Cereal_killer ... I_love_my_mommy ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... THAT'S EVEN BETTER ISN'T IT? Cereal_killer YASS! WE GET TO SEE THE PALACE AND TASTE THE RICH PEOPLE FOOD. Yes_you_suck

Angel winked and they both went in. "Never knew they were close" Royal said. "Of course they are,maybe you should focus more on other things" Ryan scoffed and started going inside. Royal followed him and snack his head. "Ahh!!!! Are you crazy!!" Ryan yelled. "That's painful right? Next time...." Ryan smack his own back and Royal stopped talking. "Why are you not talking? Is it that painful?" Ryan asked mockingly. "Dude you're so wicked,mine wasn't as painful as this" Royal said and Ryan laughed.