Royal Mess Novels & Stories

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

“I really don't care.” “Finally, something that makes you laugh.” Michelle smiled, and I shrugged. “By the way, I have important news.” “What is it?” I asked, becoming very attentive as I stood in front of the mirror. “This year's sport fest is themed as the Orion Fest.” She said, and I gasped. “It's in memory of Franklin?” I muttered. “The entire royal family is also attending, and I just checked the roaster for my room, and guess what?” “What?”

Confidence sparkled in those luminous eyes. Her energy infected Barry. He chuckled, turned, and went to change. He was curious to see exactly how she planned to persuade Nick’s partner. Royal No. 1. Benjamin brought Amanda here for dinner. Royal No. 1 was vast—a luxury complex with everything: dining, entertainment, leisure. Its mysterious owner was known only as Master Ninth. Everyone had heard of him, but no one had ever seen his true face. Reaching the top floor, they were greeted with sweeping views and dazzling lights. The city stretched beneath them in shining rows, the beauty of its prosperity seemingly veiling the filth of human greed, leaving only splendor.

People likes seeing something new. One of his men brought him food and they ate a lot. The dishes were served in a buffet. With many guests, it was a good idea. He couldn’t imagine how many staff would be needed if they’re to serve a plate for each individual in a short time. The royal pack is essentially a small pack at the moment. From what he knew, they only have a little more than four hundred members to date.

Royal glanced at me in astonishment. "But why don't I find any similarities between you and your parents?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows. "What do you mean?" she questioned. I stepped towards the entrance and facing the members in the hall, I announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, let me present you the heir of the Royal family. The one to whom the power of attorney truly belongs, Miss Ella Royal." I pulled the door wide open. Everyone got up from their chair in shock. Their eyes bulged, hearing my announcement.

The limo left and headed for the CBD. Talia wanted a pizza so he was going to buy her one. The food court was inside the shopping mall, so they climbed out of the car and while holding hands the two of them made their journey to look for the pizza den. There was a long line and he just couldn’t use his power there but the benefits of being a royal member he got served first. He made the order for two large chicken tikka pizzas and the two waited for them inside. The feeling of waiting just like others was fascinating even though he knew they would be making his order first.

debate. Inside the royal hall? Madness.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

King Xavier commended, and I could swear that I had seen Ralia blush. I looked around, and the entire hall was indeed so beautiful. It was colorful, and the pack members were dressed in their best attires. Save for the royal moon pack; the king's pack, the coldmoon pack was the richest in all of the kingdom, so our festivals always screamed luxury.

As soon as the screen came to life, my phone began to beep with many notifications, one being a text from the Royal Pack. “I see, I must have forgotten to turn this device on.” I mutter, embarrassed by my stupidity. Taking a few seconds, I swipe away any notification I deem not urgent, leaving the one from the Royal Palace for last. I know that Isabella has wolves who send these mass messages out to all Alphas and Betas, but part of me hopes, with how much of a news story the execution of a Royal is, that she would have sent this notification out herself. Sadly, the signature at the end is that of the former King, and I feel slightly empty inside.