Royal Novels & Stories

I said closing my eyes and rest back against my bed. “The King sweetie, your father. His name is Seeley Romanov. Now 3 things you can hear.” Koa’s voice still that motherly soft tone that made you homesick for your real mother’s arms. “Romanov?! Weren’t they the Royal family from Russia that Disney made a movie about? And I hear you in my head, I hear,” I closed my eyes and focused on my wolf hearing, “I can hear people walking through the corridors, and I hear water running in the showers.” I was already feeling a little bit better at this point. The shaking had almost stopped and my lungs weren’t burning from the fast breathing anymore.

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

"Girl! You should see your face right now, peace mocked." "Will you ever be on my side? Ugh!" "No, never she sings." Finally, after five tormenting hours on makeup and hairstyling, they think it's time to set me free. Peace showed me the three dresses, Alex picked for me and honestly, they are all breathtaking. One is a purple sleeveless body con gown that looks fitting. It is neither short nor long. It is beautiful. The other is a long strapless red gown. It shines brightly under the dim light and I can tell that It fit in perfectly, as it curves around my waist nicely but then, it's too revealing for my likeness.

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.

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

The royals has separate outing clothes, if they want to have a view outside the castle, all clothes has the symbol of the devon. But Andrea didn't ask the maid, she even forbade them from entering her room. How harsh!!

"Will y'all please let us get through our first day first? Y'all just wanna be up in his business. You guys I really like him. So let's not run him away yet." "We wanna screen him before you get too far in like Damien. We gotta give him the sisters approval. We just want you to be happy Luv." Replied Sheka. I decided on a little black dress that covered me but showed off my curves with the red bottom shoes that they suggested. Sheka flat iron my natural long hair and gave me a soft beat makeover . I was set and looked amazing. As soon as I was ready, I rushed them out the door and waited for my date to arrive.

They took me from handsome Logan to even more handsome Logan. My suit fit me like a glove, and its royal blue hue exuded a regal charm. The fabric draped beautifully, hugging me in a fitted elegance. The jacket, embellished with delicate accents, framed my shoulders with a confident silhouette. The royal blue trousers completed the ensemble, tailored to perfection. As I adjusted the crisp white shirt and secured a matching royal blue tie, the ensemble spoke of sophistication.

I rolled my eyes. Roman nodded his head immediately. “There is.” “So you’re all on their side?” I asked. “Absolutely,” Ronan answered. Kael pointed toward Roman’s chest. “That’s not just a ribbon. It’s the Royal Ribbon.” Ryker nodded his head once. “It carries tradition.” I slowly looked around the room. Sarah caught my eye. We both looked back at the men. Then at each other again. “I feel like I’m surrounded by crazy people,” I muttered.

Every eye turned toward the entrance, waiting to catch a glimpse of the birthday celebrant. And then he appeared, stepping into the hall with an air of regality that matched his noble lineage. Prince Simon’s attire, carefully chosen for this momentous occasion, exuded elegance and authority. His robe, adorned with intricate embroidery, shimmered in the soft glow of the candlelight. The royal crest emblazoned on his chest spoke of his heritage and the weight of responsibility he carried.