Novel & Cerita Royal Mess

AT MY PLACE. Yes_you_suck YAY! PARTY! Will_the_devil SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, BUT, ROYAL WEDDINGS CAN TAKE PLACE ONLY AT THE PALACE. Cereal_killer ... I_love_my_mommy ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... THAT'S EVEN BETTER ISN'T IT? Cereal_killer YASS! WE GET TO SEE THE PALACE AND TASTE THE RICH PEOPLE FOOD. Yes_you_suck

Atlas’s voice cracked. Phillip nearly lost his temper. His fists clenched at his sides. “Damn it, Atlas! I warned you the risks were too much. You’re the Crown Prince. One wrong move and…” A sharp knock interrupted them. A servant entered, bowing low. “Your Highness, the royal council summons you immediately. They said it is urgent.” Atlas’s face drained of color. His hands trembled visibly. The council? Now? His mind raced to the worst possibilities…someone had already talked.

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.

She was such a beauty but her aura was so powerful and calm. The royal mark was compulsory as it was a stamp of royalty. Anywhere I step on my feet to guarantee my safety. No one dares touch an individual with a royal Mark. I smiled and stood up as I walked with ease to meet her. The next step I took shook the whole ground as something incredible happened next. I didn't turn back as I stared at the faces of everyone before me. It was pure shock and a loud uproar occurred immediately. The moon messenger shook her head in disbelief and yelled at once.

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

Angel said and lay beside him. Royal pecked her lips and smiled. "You're right,but I might don't wanna miss a mark in this exam" he said and Angel chuckled. "Fine" She mumbled. Royal kissed her again,his phone suddenly started beeping,numbers of messages coming in at a time. "What the fúck is going on?" He took his phone,he was added to a group. HEY ROYAL,GET READY,WE ARE HAVING A DINNER PARTY AT YOUR HOUSE TONIGHT

He had a hard time making them realize that it was her mistake. "Sir, everything is set," The waiter who was managing everything told Sandy. Sandy stood up adjusting his tie. He was wearing a royal blue suit with a black shining collar. It looked damn royal to his looks. "Welcome, everyone. Thanks for attending this party on short notice" Sandy welcomed everyone with his evergreen smile.

As Christian and I reached the bottom of the staircase, I tightened my grip around his arm slightly. As Christian and I reached the bottom of the staircase, we were greeted by Alpha King Dominic’s steady gaze. He stood tall on the platform, his regal presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The air in the grand hall buzzed with anticipation, the murmurs dying down as the crowd focused on the next moment—the blood oath. Alpha Dominic stepped forward, his voice strong and steady as he addressed the pack. “Tonight, we witness the formal induction of Mia as our Royal Beta, bound by loyalty to the pack, to our people, and to the future we strive to protect.”

A part of me didn't want to go back to my quarters but my pride did not want to appear clingy or wanting in front of him. "That's good," I said, but she didn't move from where she stood. "Is there something else?" She cleared her throat nervously. "The royal messenger is here." My heart skipped a beat and I stood up from my seat. "Where is he? Tell him to come in." Brigette went to the entrance of the garden and came back with a young man with scruffy hair and the white shirt with blue pants uniform that messengers of the royal family wore. "Greetings, your Majesty," he said with a low bow.