Royal Mess Novels & Stories

I said, and he covered his ears. "La, la, la," he chanted, and Angelo laughed. "We had a great omelet, pancakes, and bacon..." I said, and Stephn laughed. "You definitely will fit..." he laughed. "Everyone picks on Cadmus; he is so easy to get," he finished. "Hey!" Cadmus protested, and we all laughed. "So, are we ready to go?" Angelo said, and I nodded. "Got your Royal ID?" he asked me, and I nodded. "We all have special passes that accredit us to use the royal network..." he explained.

As always, he just had to hit the bull’s eye. “What can I say? I AM about to get my hands on something. By nook or crook.” Besides, it was high time the queen returned to her throne! ~~~ KENYA POV Two weeks. Two bloody, long weeks of my mind replaying my meeting with Royal on a broken loop and refusing to cut me some slack. Gosh, I needed a fucking breather. Royal was once again destroying the peace in my world and all he had to do was spring out from the hell he had been stuffed in and start spewing that nonsense about missing me and stuff.

It wasn’t his fault he was born of royal blood, and all I have to do is carry that with him. “How about my son here, Thomas?” King Ricardo suddenly perched. I heard two different things that moment. Coughing and laughing. The coughing was from me and Thomas, and the laughing was from Althea and Keith. “I’m sorry, what?” Thomas, who was in front of King Ricardo, almost drowned in his water. “Thomas is a likely suitable partner for Ruthy. He is of royal blood, he has the looks, the brains and the manners. They would rule Rinovea marvelously,” King Ricardo added.

“So, ready?” “For what?” I was starstruck every time I met royals. I still found it hard to wrap around my head that I met and shared a meal with royalties. The door swung opened again, then two men in suits put down a couple of paper bags. “What are those?” “We’re going out,” she announced gleefully. “Princess Carlott, I can’t.”

It was certainly nothing like the picnics Ava had been on in the past, with floppy paper plates, plastic forks, and knives that wouldn’t cut through melted butter let alone anything else. The food provided by the royal kitchen was nothing short of delightful, every morsel was a work of art in itself and artfully arranged to entice even the most jaded of appetites. Federico led Ava to the silky fabric-covered chair opposite his, and, once he was sure she was comfortable, took his own seat, instructing the driver/waiter to serve their meal.

Rose asked “I also don’t know,” After thirty minutes, we arrived at their pack's territory. We’ve entered a trail of trees, I can smell the wind change and the number of wolves. As we go along I can see a big old stone mansion. “The palace used to be bigger than that, “ Caleb said, “After the human war it was destroyed and this is what is left,” he said. “It was also the same incident that moved the different titles for royals like us. But my people still call my father King and I, the prince,”

Queen Marjorie asked. “No, I did not. Thank you, Your Majesty.” “Great.” King Arthur smiled. “I know you’re still unfamiliar with a lot of things but with time, you’ll do just fine.” “Thank you, Your Majesty.” Amelia bowed slightly. “You can stop calling us that. You’re family now.” The princess nodded. “That being said, you should get ready to attend the royal academy.” “Royal academy?” “Yeah, we have an academy here for princes and princesses from neighboring kingdoms. You need to attend till you’re made the Crown Princess.”

I sat silently at the end of the table, untouched plate before me, holding my head high as the invisible wall of their contempt surrounded me. ​Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the dining hall were pushed open with a sharp, echoing thud. ​A uniformed royal messenger stepped into the room, his dark leather cloak dusted with evening frost. He carried a heavy parchment scroll tied with the gold-and-crimson silk ribbon reserved exclusively for the High Alpha's personal decrees. ​The messenger halted at the edge of the carpet, dropping to one knee before the room. "Forgive the interruption, my lords and ladies. I carry an urgent decree directly from the Royal Pa

“Tesa, this is Morgan. My mate. My future wife. Your Queen.” I didn't introduce Morgan for Tesa's benefit. I wanted Morgan to hear every fucking word. Tesa finally looked at her. Really looked at her. Her eyes dropped to Morgan's hand. To the ring. Then back to her face. She knew. Every body fucking knew about Morgan. And then the bitch smiled. “Hello.” Morgan lifted her eyes. Tesa extended her hand as though nothing had happened. “I'm Tesa. Delta to the royal family...” She paused.

Ashley put forward her condition. "I promise. No one will know that you told me about it." Rose said. Ashley took a sigh of relief. Now, no harm can come to her. "Your mates have told you they are the Royal betas, right?" Ashley asked. Rose nodded her head. "Yes. They are the Royal betas." She stressed. "Then have you ever met the Beast Kings? Even once?" Ashley asked. Rose thought for some time. She never met them. "No" She answered hesitate. "My mates told me that the Kings are out for some important work." She told.