Novel & Cerita Royal Mess

All thanks to my face. EclipsarumElite Sancta Royal Institute, as its name goes, was a well-known school that just anyone can’t think of attending. It was meant for just the royals. It was an institution that was founded by the Pack Alpha’s lineage, and the only ones allowed in the school are the elites, as its name says. The kids of the elders, ministers, councils, and Royal guards, not a single commoner was allowed into the school.

Not only that, but they also need to be part of their exclusive club called The Regal. For some, they have to pay to be part of the exclusive club. For others, it is offered for free, because the mere mention of one’s name as member is like free advertisement. What makes The Royal Mansuon different from the rest is that you can be a member of the exclusive club but not a homeowner because the background checks made for the homeowners are different.

I had been wondering before when Essel would be as understanding as Micah, but I didn't expect this day to come so soon. Essel is my daughter, so how could she not be smart? I went into the study and instead of working on various project files, I flipped through the information of Royal Group's various subsidiaries. Royal Group was established more than two hundred years ago. Its subsidiaries had long exceeded several hundred, covering all walks of life, including entertainment, finance, minerals, and energy. Each subsidiary was at a high stage of development and had a high profit margin. I thought about it and carefully searched for the right industry for Essel.

Pakiramdam ko tumulo nang bongga ang laway ko. Well, nasa 27,000 dollars lang naman ang per bottle nito kaya parang gusto kong kumuha ng isang baso mamaya at i-dropper iyon para tumagal ng isang taon. Royals know how to throw a banquet, a fucking fancy, and luscious banquet.

’ He pulls back slowly, but his eyes stay on mine, it's dark and intense. “I’ve been meaning to do that since I walked into the living room,” he murmurs. “Those red lips… they drive me wild.” He smirks, and I feel the color flood my face again. Ava is so getting thanked for this lipstick. “I made a reservation at The Royals,” he says as we walk side by side. My jaw drops a little. The Royals is one of the most exclusive restaurants. People from every surrounding pack fight to dine there. They’re always booked out. You practically need someone who knows someone who knows someone just to get a table.

So, be very careful with them, confessor, because they punish with the slightest offense". Isabelle couldn't digest all the names in her head, but she was well aware of the members of the Royal family and how dangerous they were. Mia had continued talking and explaining some of the basic rules to Isabelle and after a longer walk,, they got to the kitchen. "And this....is the Royal kitchen' Mia demonstrated with her hands apart as they walked in. The place was quite capacious and neat and few maids were in, seeming busy. "We come to work everyday as soon as the first bell rings and we work till nightfall. But, on some occasions, we might stay here for longer hours when there's extra work to d

“It’s been a madhouse since Bennet…Prince Bennet crashed his racecar. Did you hear about that?” “Of course.” Even in America, it was big news when a member of a royal family almost died, especially if it was due to some daredevil sport like racing. “How is your patient?” “Maddening.” His cheerful tone belied his words. “He’s also managed to chase off the second physical therapist just this morning. That’s two in three weeks.” “Impressive.” When the Marine looked up, she gave him a smile before turning a slight bit more from him. “He sounds like a spoiled brat.”

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

His tail surrounded me in a protective stance. “So it’s you,” Ren spoke with a sly smile on his face. “The famous Crown Princess of Solterra, the only one alive who can summon a fire dragon. The mistress of fire. Now I see where those rumors came from. You have an incomparable beauty indeed.” “Ren Lancaster,” I uttered his name with disgust. “Right.” He nodded. “I am Ren Lancaster, the king of Frostville and will soon be the king of all kingdoms. And you…” He smirked and advanced a step. “Shall be mine.”