Grip Royal Novels & Stories

He was talking about Royal. "Royal has a very low tolerance for filth," Ripley said. He dropped onto the seat next to Philip and leaned back. The scar cutting through his left eyebrow made his smirk look even more jagged and mean. "He prefers to stay away from stinking trash. He is actually the lucky one. He doesn't have to look at your face." Ripley shifted his gaze to the two men standing like statues behind Riley’s shoulders. They were his sworn mate brothers. They looked just as smug as he did.

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.

CHAPTER 13 - The Unwanted Touch He grabbed my arm. His fingers dug into my skin before I could stop him. The grip was cold, strong, and too familiar the kind of touch meant to control, not connect. I jerked my arm back. “Don’t touch me.” Marcus leaned in, his voice low. “You think you’re safe because he trusts you? You think you can stand beside him without paying the price?” I refused to back away. “You’re threatening the wrong person.”

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I asked trying to understand what I thought I was hearing wrong. "The king sleeps with Almost half of the castle ladies, the king finds pleasure in all the women here, mostly the younger ones, but his best is lady Grace, I can bet you five tails of gold right now, when you go upstairs you will hear the screams, he can never get enough of lady Grace, every time we walk by we could hear their moans and groans and at times when the king sits with lady Grace on his throne he touches her almost everywhere, his not afraid to show everyone how much she means to him," Amore said.

He turned and was shocked to see the lamp on the floor. Clara stood there throwing the lamp to show her anger. "Is there anything I said wrong?" Alex raised his eyebrows confused by her actions. "Who are you to give me the freedom to do whatever I want?" Clara asked as she crossed her arms in a dominating way. This girl surely possesses royal blood by birth. The way she speaks and her manners show her status and Alex surely was impressed by her attitude.

The thrill of knowing that I am going to be clearing names off my list, the very ones on the top. I raise my dress, as I finger the knife I have strapped on my thigh, this will do for the night. Feeling satisfied with my appearance, I step outside and stop at the stairs as the boys are all standing at the foot of the staircase. I have seen them before all cleaned up but… this is the reason they are the royals of Ridgewood. The suits all accentuate their forms. Landon looks sinful in his, his hair held in a sleep ponytail which makes his face look sharp, with high cheekbones and those eyes, a sinister look flickering through them as he watches me where I am standing.

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.

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

He had to remember that, even if some secret part of him would’ve liked things to be different. He wouldn’t have been the first royal to marry a commoner, but Ava’s past made an alliance of the sort pretty impossible. Was that why he was feeling this burning ache in his throat? Ava looked so beautiful sitting there like that, her long slim fingers dancing over the keys as her confidence increased. Federico recognized Chopin’s Prelude Op. 28, No. 4 but she suddenly stumbled over a note and froze like one of the marble statues in the gallery three rooms away.