Royal Prestige Novels & Stories

“When I asked for the whole story, this was the last thing I expected you to lay at my feet.” “It’s a lot, I know.” “A princess. It’s such a strange word on my tongue.” She chuckled. “Are you saying I can’t pull it off? You haven’t seen me in a ballgown or a crown.” He laughed. “No. I definitely can see you in that. It’s just shocking to be dating royalty—and even more shocking learning how you were treated. I want to be fascinated by who you are, but I can't dissociate how you were treated. I don’t know what to say about your parents’ behaviour.”

Their rich oil deposits and rare Earth minerals had probably had something to do with England’s acquiescence. She held her breath as the prince came into sight, battling the latest surge of nerves. Her first sight of him wasn’t the professional evaluation it should be. Instead, she noticed his lean, toned physique displayed by the tight white tank top he wore. It wasn’t what she would’ve expected from a Prince, but she couldn’t argue that it certainly highlighted how muscular his arms were—which reminded her that she was there to work, not ogle the Prince.

Chapter 95: The Royal Entreaty The day of the Royal Entreaty had finally arrived, a day that held the hopes and ambitions of men from every corner of the kingdom. From noble lords to esteemed knights, wealthy merchants, and even commoners of exceptional merit, they all gathered at the southern grounds of the imperial palace, a vast and majestic space where the kingdom’s finest had once trained and competed. The grounds were meticulously prepared for the occasion, banners bearing the royal crest fluttered in the breeze, and the marble pavilions gleamed in the morning sun. It was a setting worthy of the historic event that was about to unfold.

**** They sat at the Conference room that's already fill with most of the Shareholders and Board of Directors. The Prince sat at the head of the table with Mami by his left, follow by the king beside her. Most of the shareholders of the company are the immediate and extended Royal Families. Their great great great grand Father build it to support the royal family, and every child that is born normally get 1% share. The Emirate Group serves as their main sources of income, with the Prince serving as the CEO until the next Prince is of age to take over the company. "Who are we still waiting for" Mami whispers as she tilted her head towards the Prince.

The atmosphere smelt of luxury and affluence and from all the exotic cars packed here and there, I could tell the ceremony for the departed king is already underway. I have heard and read tales about the royal palace of the werewolf king, but looking at it right now, I could stare at the walls all day and still not be able to find the words to describe it. I start to imagine how living here would be like and a small smile curve my lips. It’s definitely going to be better than Eclipse. I stared at the flowers, and the scent of different powerful wolves filled my nostrils.

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

“That rule applies to all but the royal family. Whatever you do, be kind to them.” I gave Nicholas a look, hoping to indicate that I would never be unkind to anyone. He offered a small smile in exchange. He knew that. But he wanted to warn me. I nodded, understanding. Zale continued to speak, “You will know who is of royal blood because only the royals are permitted to wear crowns.” “The larger the crown, the more important the royal,” Nicholas whispered to me. I nodded, grateful for the tip. “Now,” Zale continued. “If you are ready…?”

Alexa took it as encouragement. “We’ve built Alexa Beauty & Wellness for over ten years,” she went on, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her cup. “Fifteen salons. Eight spa and wellness centers. A reputation for premium service and trust that keeps both women and men coming back. We’re not about necessity, we’re about indulgence.” Angela leaned back, arms folded, but the faint lift of her brows suggested she had her attention. “What sets us apart,” Alexa added, leaning forward a little, “is scale combined with prestige. A presence across districts. Luxury as our anchor.”

Then she realized that she should call Grayson to figure out why he did this. Royal Imperial Club was the biggest club in the city, the hottest spot for the wealthiest and the most powerful. It was the most luxurious presidential suite which was on the top of the building. A few men were sitting on the sofa, and beside them was standing the VIP service manager ready for their call anytime.

Shawn and Pru’s group chose the Mediterranean Cruise this year. The Kingsley’s hosts the yearly cruise with their state of the art, sophisticated and hybrid luxury-mega cruise ship – The Royal Aces Cruise Line. It was the second most high-end and sought after cruise ship in the world, with well-thought out tours and 5 star quality experience that range from $500,000 to $100M/night at a minimum. Their superior standard and impeccable service gained them some of the most-coveted awards in the F&B, Hotel, & Travel board industry organizations across the world. It was Shawn and Eunice, hand in hand, reached the top of the ramp aboard the ship first. However, the man welcoming them made Shawn sto