August Young Royals Novels & Stories

“Her uncle owes me money. That’s why she’s here.” I glared at Rico so hard I thought I might burn holes through him with my eyes. “But I’ve paid you back, Rico. Every damn cent,” I said. Rico turned on me, rage flaring. “You—” “Don’t you dare finish that,” August said, quietly, deadly. Rico snapped his mouth shut, silent. August didn’t raise his voice; he didn’t need to. His presence filled the room. “I want her. And you will give her to me.”

And neither would the question of who Lillium Roosevelt really was. The stem of the glass was cool in my hand, Augustus’s voice cutting through the air like scripture. “Power is not seized,” he declared, his eyes sweeping over the table, catching each man and woman in turn, “it is cultivated, preserved, passed on—not unlike legacy itself.” I felt the room lean into him, as though gravity belonged to his tongue. My own chest was iron, each beat loud against my ribs. “And tonight,” Augustus continued, lifting his glass higher, “I would honor the next chapter of that legacy. The heir to the White Lutos throne. My son—Lupinos Octavine De Lèvêque.”

“It’s more than just wanting power. Cassandra and Rax didn’t just betray Raider, they locked him up because her dad told them to. That man made a deal with Augustus—the rogue king. Now Augustus can use the Green Forest Pack’s resources.” “The rogue king?” I asked with a wave of anger swelling in my chest. “You want me to believe that?” “I promise you, Your Highness, I'm telling the truth.” Aurelius looked at me intensely. “Only two days ago your brother Ben came to the Green Forest Pack for Augustus' sake. He checked our soldiers and confirmed our supplies. This isn’t just talk, it’s a sign of what’s ahead. The big war is coming and things are starting to happen.”

“Well, he won’t be that simple, of course. He’s someone who can give Sylvia a headache, after all. “But you don't have to worry. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, because right from the get-go, my niece Sylvia has no intention of letting him go.” Hearing Roy say this, Terry was surprised and looked at Roy, puzzled. Roy explained, “This niece of mine is quite ambitious, and the fighting among the royal family is more complicated than you think.” He fell silent and looked at the scenery around him, lost in thought. Although Starfall Continent had highly developed technology and various practice methods, battles were not uncommon.

It's like Queen Snow yelling at August. August blushed. "Oh........... Does that mean, some lots into me?" August asked, still surprised. "Oh, you have lots?" Queen Snow further confirmed. "Well back in my world..... There are lots of boys who usually annoy the hell out of me... And they ended up, beaten." August innocently replied that he didn't know Cayden's appearance could not be painted. "So you are quite, popular. But no wonder because you're beautiful." It's a promise. "Hehehe, maybe not. Maybe it's just a coincidence that there are a lot of crazy people where I come from." August laughed in response.

August finishes off and looks at his father, who had a blank expression on his face. The Autumn Clause. He has purposefully named the clause after his long gone twin sister, the sister his father had married off to an Arabian oil magnate, the sister who killed herself on her wedding night after her father had sold her off to an older man when she was only 19. He looks at his father in disgust and hands him another envelope, which his father slowly opens and frowns at its contents. He looks up at August with a dismal expression. "Son-"

“Yeah, we've had enough in Somerland! Why should we suffer this grievance now that we’re in Dark Cape? Mason is not here, so what are we afraid of?” “I agree! After we kill Silver Face and destroy Red Flame Mercenaries, this place will be our paradise!” The vigorous voice said again. “I asked you to restrain yourselves for your own good. As for who am I? I am Augustus King from the King family!” ‘Augustus King from the King family?’ Everyone present was shocked. “Master, could this be the most mysterious hidden family, the King family?” Lorraine asked hoarsely. “Exactly,” Taylor replied. Lorraine looked excited at this time.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? 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.

“I don’t want to hear about this, Thayer. You’ll get engaged to the daughter of Lord Laudeau. End of discussion.” “Father!” My voice raised. I was already standing on my feet. “You won’t dare disrespect whether you are my heir or not. I’m still the future King!” I bowed. “Please, accept my apology. I don’t mean to disrespect you. Please, give me a week. That’s all I’m asking.” “You’ve been asking for expansion, Prince Thayer. I won’t give you another.” “Honey, hear him out even for the last time. Even if he failed, at least you won’t regret it, or he wouldn’t have regrets.”

He doesn't follow anyone anymore. He knows the power he holds. He knows what he has. And he won't just give it to anyone. After all, he's got the royal d*ck. He knows how to bring his d*ck A-game. And I am not complaining. *** I'm a lonely girl in a lonely world. At face value, I have everything any young woman would want in her mid-twenties. I have a well-respected job, status, money, and a great fancy for custom-made outfits. I legally have first-world problems. Certainty and routine make up my mundane albeit exciting lifestyle something my parents can only dream of, yet I have a secret longing for a different life. I still want something that I can call my own.