Royal Mess Novels & Stories

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.

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

The door opened as soon as I stopped my car, and Royal stepped out with his hands in his pockets. "Ms. Pamela, thank you for joining me," Royal said. I approached him with a fake smile on my face. "Come with me," he said, taking my hands in his. Then he led me to the warehouse, which was just a short white structure spread across many acres. "Why are you..." I was about to finish when he opened the door and revealed a candle-lit dinner. "Happy birthday, Pamela," he said, his hands slipping around my waist. I was perplexed for a while because I couldn't understand any of these.

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.”

One is for Stark and his relations to have their meals, while the other is for his pack members. “No, why?" I furrowed my brows as she asked the question. I've always pondered the meaning behind the name "Royal." Isn't it true that royals are typically associated with representing kings? I also observed that while the people here dress elegantly, they don't actually belong as royals. Reflecting on it now, I realize that it doesn't really make sense. Why name a pack Royal, build a castle, and follow their dressing style when they aren't related to a king for that matter? None of it made sense. As if sensing my confusion, she chuckled at my puzzled expression. “Alpha William’s older brother is

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.

And just like that, they move on. “Let’s watch something,” Enrique says, weakly, voice still high, grabbing the remote. As if nothing happened. The news channel cuts abruptly, and suddenly, Damion and Logan fill the screen. “MotoGP champion Damion Grimm is on his way to London alongside his best friend, San Francisco 49ers quarterback Logan Blackburn. The Monster Reaper team will attend the annual Royal Charity Race, hosted by the Royal Family. It is speculated that a prince will be present to hand over the winner’s trophy.”

"Will you recognize the scent once you’re near this ass?" "Yes alpha, I won't forget that scent as easily!" he said, while looking down avoiding my eyes at all costs. I handed him the invite with an evil smile. I will find that soulless demon and kill that creature myself before tearing it to pieces to send out a message! "Get ready, we will be leaving at six sharp! Please wear a tux as the council will be there to monitor the function!" "Nick, do you think that this vampire might be a royal?"