Royal Prestige Novels & Stories

(COTTON CROWN) GOLD AND SILVER. The words that make someone stands out in the crowd. A word and a standing that makes the entirety of someone’s life across the lights and stage of the prominent individuals in the play and life of an aristocrat. PRESTIGE. The honor of one’s heart, the pride someone carries and could never be stolen by anyone, but can be ruined by false and lies. A glance and what people see hears and respect. The honor a knight earns in battle, defense for the weak, and even standing bravely where no one will and can.

Hehe. "Wow! I never saw a card like this. You're truly rich, Agape!" Astonished, they took my card from me and scanned it. It was made in pure gold, silver and platinum. It has 'Royalty Card' words engraved to it using melted diamond. On the top right, it has a symbol of a crown. Mine's a tiara since I'm a Princess yet. And yes, the symbol depends on the royal's position in their household. I saw father's Royal Card before. His symbol was a King's crown since he was a King.

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.

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.

He was bare-chested and the sun rays that traveled in from the window shone on him, complimenting his bare skin and giving his exposed tattoo a heavenly look, He was sipping on a cup of coffee whilst going through a magazine. The magazine had a large silver crown on its cover and the words 'ROYALES' were boldly written on it. He looked hot, to be honest, hotter than the cup of coffee in his hand, and as his eyes darted up immediately and rested on me, a smile spread on his lips. "My princess looks better today and beautiful as always." He complimented me as his eyes studied me from head to toe.

" 50 crores two " " 50 crores three " " The 100 years preserved royal crown now belongs to Mr. Xavier Night." The host exclaimed with a big fat smile lingering on his lips. A man wearing a Armani royal black suit with shining black leather shoes, a Rolex watch strapped on his wrist walked towards the stage with his long legs. Everyone could sense the superiority that surrounded him. He is none other than Xavier Night, the heir of the Night empire.

"You and me." "No." Bruce's answer came instantly. Mine did too. "Never." "But you don't know that." "Neither do you." Her eyebrows pulled together. "Damian—" "What makes you think we're a mistake?" She hesitated. Then she looked down at herself. And what came out of her mouth next genuinely confused me. "I have nothing noble to offer you." I stared at her. "What?" "No Royal title. No noble rank. My family isn't among the most wealthy. I'm not a Princess or—"

She looked younger than her age and is a mouthwatering beauty. “To fulfil all righteousness, child. You will understand sooner or later. Pray thee, this masculine is the best for you. There is nothing more surreal as this”, she says in her clean English accent. Years of being a royal queen really shaped my mum. I mean, you should have seen her when she was a full-time peasant mistress. Always chilling like a villain.

A few seconds later, the trumpets played and Sir Saint opened the doors. “Presenting, the Royal Family of Wilhem.” King Ricardo was in front, wearing a plain white coat with gold linings and an elegant single-layered silver crown. Queen Josephine, who wrapped her arm on King Ricardo’s arm, was wearing a long, asymmetrical plum dress with her hair in a bun and of course, the same crown King Ricardo was wearing. Behind them, was Princess Althea and Prince Thomas. Althea was wearing a yellow pouf dress that reached her knees and she had her hair in a ponytail. Her tiara set perfectly on her head. Thomas was just as simple as his Father but he wore a long sleeve polo and a one-sided brown coat t

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”