Royal Mess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She had information to pass on to us. "So it has been made official now since our school won the Academic Royal Institution competition. And our plaque certificate had been delivered this morning. If you want to go check it out, you are free too. You know where to find it. In the display room. Apart from this, I have got another good news for you students. I am happy to announce to you that the Academic Royal Institution had given our school the go-ahead to go on a royal trip to go to Thailand. Which involves meeting some royal families, a beautiful Villa is waiting for you guys to arrive, and apart from that-"

“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.

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.

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

Oh fuck. I took a shower, washing off the sweat from the hike and worked on the Halloween photoshoot at the factory. Once I had sent the last files to the girls, I looked up from the blue light of the laptop to see that it was evening already. The sun had long set and crickets were chirping by the trees outside. Hayden still hadn’t arrived. I leaned back and saw a text message on my phone. It was from the Royal service. We had our own private message and email service so that no one can hack it and we can maintain our privacy through the royal network.

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.

The gatekeeper of Royal ROXFLOOD KINGDOM made an announcement of the Royal prince entering the court with two of the culprits. The king FAUST BRAVER ROXFLOOD was discussing some of the state affairs with other ministers since it was early in the day and the court hours were up to the third half of the day. As soon as the announcement of Prince’s arrival was made, the ministers started whispering amongst each other.

A big one. Later that day one of the royal messengers rode through the village on a brown mare, decorated in the royal colors, screaming through my megaphone. "There will be a royal rally in the town square in honor of the king," he bellows. His voice ricocheting off the brick buildings and finding its way to my ears, loud and clear. "They are probably going to announce Cornelius's little brother as king." "You mean Samson?" Damian asks and I nod. "I think that's his name, unless he has any other brothers,"