Royal Prestige Novels & Stories

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at

I must come up with a plan immediately. *** The hall was in no time filled with people, the news and the social media platforms were all buzzing with gist about the Grand gala, it has been the talk of the town and now it's really here. The entrance was crowded with people. The royal car was the last to arrive, we were the highlight of the gala. Stealing attention from all the attendees present, everyone bowed on our entry. “Announcing King Alaric and his wife Queen Isabella” The host introduced. The spotlight turned to my parents as they walked in side by side.

The palace stood in breathtaking elegance, its marble walls gleaming under the sunlight. The car of soon to be next royal monarch was surrounded by an entourage of black cars and motorcycles, escorting him with a precise, military-like coordination. The grounds are meticulously groomed, and royal guards in traditional uniforms stand at attention, a stark reminder of the centuries-old traditions Alpha Hudson now bound to uphold.

“Our preliminary theme is Royal Heritage. Crowns, tiaras, crests, symbols of majesty and wealth. It aligns with King Group’s reputation and will photograph beautifully.” Stella clapped softly, delighted. “Yes, I can already picture it.” But Charles frowned slightly. “It’s good. But it lacks depth. We want this centennial line to carry meaning. Something people will remember in fifty years, not just admire for a season.” A brief silence fell. Ava’s smile wavered for a fraction of a second. And then Nicolas, who had been lounging in silence, shifted his gaze. His voice was calm, but the edge of mockery was sharp enough to cut.

“Edwin Prince, of the Royal Prince cooperation.” I nodded walking towards my room. It was close enough to Ethan but the flair just wasn't there. And wasn't the Royal Prince company a four star cooperation unlike the Crawford's cooperation that was at the pinnacle of Tokyo. Way beyond my expectations. But if these hopeless men kept gifting me new flashy cars, maybe they could stick around for a while. I decided.

"I'm plenty big enough to sort my own shit out. Don't worry. Ah! Then tell me what a blood moon is." I go back to my room with a smile on my lips and lock the door leading to the deck. Hazel will be important for this dinner I'm planning to order. The King likes her, the Prince likes her. Everyone likes her. And by everyone, I mean me too. It's a shame she's so suspicious and believes that "love is a lie". I already love her. * Royal Salute Scotch is one of the most expensive whiskies in the world. A bottle costs 20 thousand dollars.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

"You're not my Alpha." "No but my father's the King." At that, my muscles tense. I'm mated to the Prince? Better yet, I slapped the Prince in front of hundreds of people. Oops. That explains the silver ringed irises- how could I not see it? I try my best not to blush at how ignorant I've been to his status but I hide it with a shrug.

The Kingdom of Treiz immediately sent his reserved armies to the Royal Island. The Royal Isle of Los Angeles was a protectorate of Baltimore but open to all the Royal Families of the United Kingdom of Aseana. The place was a nice venue for royal family summer vacation because of its white beaches and a wide range of golf area. Our scholars have discovered that the island has the largest gold deposits in the history of man but we decided not to exhaust such minerals.

My heart was hammering in me at that point. I pulled it out and I couldn’t help as the rest of the envelope and my card went flying in the air. Abraham quickly picked it up. It was a red royal envelope with the royal vampire crest. It shook in my hand and I was not sure I was ready to look in to it. My breaths shortened as I started to hyperventilate. My feet shuffled around as I stared at it. I sat down on the ground only to stand back up. I felt the tears burn and began blowing air out to hold my emotions in. My fingers broke the seal with the cover flipped back. The thick and rich cream folded parchment stared back at me. This was an official royal letter. It would only bring overly good