Royal Cut Novels & Stories

"Oh my, greetings your highness, the Crown Prince. May I know what business you have in the Lilac Palace?" The Crown Prince was clearly disappointed by Harrold's sudden interference. "Yes, I need to speak to Russel. Where is he?" "He is at thedining room, your highness." "I see. Then I shall take my leave... I hope to see you again sometime, Princess Lianne." Then the Crown Prince left. "...you should be more careful when you're by yourself, sir Louie." Harrold immediately warns him. "People might accidentally find out about this royal secret, and that can bring you to ruins."

he scoffed, but immediately shut up hearing Christian's furious growl directed at him. "Mind your words, Arnold! Don't forget she is the Royal Beta female."Christian growled, shutting him up. Damn, Royal? I liked the sound of that, but did I care? Absolutely not. "And respect is all that you will give her." I could see Arnold literally glaring at me, wanting nothing to bury me alive. But that only made me smirk at him. Sucks for you, Arnold!

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’ll talk to my father.” Luciano didn’t look convinced, but he let it go. “That’s everything,” he said after a moment. “Your flight leaves in thirty minutes.” “Of course it does,” I muttered, gathering the files. I paused, then looked up at him again. “I need something else.” That got his attention. A slow, knowing smile crept onto his face as he leaned back. “That doesn’t sound optional.” “It’s not.” I slid the black card across the desk toward him. “I need a full file on the royal family. Everything.”

I must come up with a plan immediately. *** The hall was in no time filled with people, the news and the social media platforms were all buzzing with gist about the Grand gala, it has been the talk of the town and now it's really here. The entrance was crowded with people. The royal car was the last to arrive, we were the highlight of the gala. Stealing attention from all the attendees present, everyone bowed on our entry. “Announcing King Alaric and his wife Queen Isabella” The host introduced. The spotlight turned to my parents as they walked in side by side.

Was the matter really that grave this time? I quickened my pace through the endless corridors of the palace. When I finally reached the royal study, the two guards outside the carved wooden doors straightened instantly. "His Majesty is waiting for you, Your Highness," one of them said, bowing respectfully. I acknowledged him with a nod and pushed the doors open. The scent of old books and sandalwood greeted me immediately. The large study was dimly lit, illuminated only by golden lamps and the fire crackling in the fireplace. Shelves lined every wall, filled with ancient records and leather-bound books.

"Deep. Cleanly sliced by silver steel. And your wolf's healing factor is completely dormant at the moment. You would have been feverish by nightfall, child." He reached into his wooden box, pulling out a small glass jar filled with a thick, iridescent blue salve that smelled heavily of crushed wintermint and rare mountain herbs. "This is an extract of the lunar lily. It is reserved exclusively for the royal lineage and high-ranking warriors." Before I could question the sheer absurdity of using royal medicine on a low-born fraud like me, Calder applied a thick layer of the cool cream directly onto the open gash. The effect was instantaneous.

This tree symbolizes our love that continues to grow, despite adversity. Thrilled, I hugged him and felt the depth of his love in every word and gesture. This special gift represented the strength of our bond and the promise of a future together, regardless of the challenges that awaited us. As the royal marriage approached, a last-minute scandal threatened to tarnish our union. Rumors and unfounded accusations were spread, casting doubt on my integrity and our love. Giovanna: Prince Alexander, these accusations are false! I need to prove my innocence and protect our union.

She swallowed, her body suddenly remembering its previous weakness. "No, you are not." Rebekah grasped her face. "You are not." "What would getting married to him do? It would only turn mother against him and she could hurt him even more." "Depends on when she finds out about it." Rebekah grinned. "Have you been gone so long you have forgotten the custom of your own home?" "What are you talking about." "Polygamy is forbidden here, especially in the royal family. They see it as a sure way to ensure an heir is produced. So female or male, royals are only allowed one husband. You can't marry another while your first is still alive."

Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w