Rags To Royalty Novels & Stories

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

Their rich oil deposits and rare Earth minerals had probably had something to do with England’s acquiescence. She held her breath as the prince came into sight, battling the latest surge of nerves. Her first sight of him wasn’t the professional evaluation it should be. Instead, she noticed his lean, toned physique displayed by the tight white tank top he wore. It wasn’t what she would’ve expected from a Prince, but she couldn’t argue that it certainly highlighted how muscular his arms were—which reminded her that she was there to work, not ogle the Prince.

“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.”

** It was the next day and my favorite thing about today was the fact that I looked nothing like a stinky ragged Rogue. I felt fresh and smelt nice in contrast to the filth I once was. I had asked the maids to wash me for ten consecutive times in a roll and it was only then that I dismissed them. I was dressed in one of my Queenly dresses, a purple and lilac ball gown, and showered with the most blissful fragrances there was. I was back to bring Queen But as much as I felt colorful and lively today, there was nothing to be happy about. A war was coming and that dented every color that was in the atmosphere.

He always had some sort of royalty to him, so the sensitive person in front of her was nothing like the person she imagined Warren to be. "I just got dumped today, and I have lost the reason why I get up in the morning," Warren almost whispered to her. If she didn't concentrate, it would have almost been impossible for her to hear what he said. But she did. And she didn't know exactly how to respond. She never even knew Warren had someone in his life.

Her eyes met Jax’s briefly before she looked away; they clearly had some tension. “Hey, guys. I’m Royalty, your personal assistant. I handle your stylist, lawyer, and all necessary things to build your platform. Salvatore has already taken care of payments,” she said, giving them all the information needed to be members of Blackwood Academy’s elite circle. During the run, Ethan stayed quiet, while Dre grew frustrated. He wasn’t a morning person, and this process was tough. “Are you okay?” Royalty asked. Dre made a crying face, making her laugh. They were still outside when cameras clicked.

My hands ached, not from injury, but from holding on too tightly to the illusion of security. Something glinted at the edge of the table. A scrap of dark fabric, torn and half-burnt. I didn’t remember picking it up. It must have caught on my blade during the fight. It was from one of the Rogue’s cloaks. I knew the weave. The stitching. I’d seen it a dozen times growing up. It was tailored in Royal colors. I clenched it in my fist. It was a warning. I was fighting a self-made King with my name downfall his priority.

A roar exploded from Bruce. Not an ordinary wolf's roar. Not even an Alpha's. The sound shook the fucking cabin. Alpha Tobias's warriors immediately lowered themselves. Lenden's head dropped. Even Kornell paused and bowed instinctively before catching himself. Royal authority thundered through Bruce's voice. The roar of a King. Then Bruce saw Ryan. And I lost him. We launched ourselves across the room. Ryan was already on the floor beneath Kornell and Lenden, struggling to complete his shift. He looked at us.

Royal cut her off and she looked at him but he didn't care. Angel went back in again and came out with still another short dress. "Hey,don't you have anything longer at all? What the h*ll is all these?" Royal groaned. "I already told you I only have short dresses because I love them" Angel replied. "This isn't short,it's extra short short. And besides it's not even a date like you're thinking,he just asked you to go out with him,are you dressing to impress or something?" Royal complained and Angel was confused.

And from now on, that was what royalty looked like. Ashes. Scars. Silk. And blood. They hadn’t given her anything. No legacy. No crown. No throne built for a girl like her. So she built it herself—out of hunger. Out of broken rules and bitten lips. Out of backs arched in defiance and men taught to obey with a single look.