Royal Road Weed Novels & Stories

“Royal household. This is the butler speaking. How may I be of help?” “I need to speak directly to the king.” “And who is this?” “Don Aziel.” “A moment please.” The line went mute for five minutes before someone finally spoke. “Hello,” finally the king said, his voice unmistakably irritated. “We have a problem.” “If this is about Zarek being stubborn, rest assured I’ve had enough for today. Tell him I’ll cut his allowance.” “He’s been kidnapped,” I said, not having the time to mince my words. “How did that happen? I thought you—”

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men.

It's possibly standing in as the head manager of this colossal management company that comes with its own outrageous perks. Some of them include being covert while getting paid well. Also, not looking behind your back all the damn time. And the lesser know perks include flirting with royalty at your own will. The kind that the lesser people never have a clue about what goes on in the lives of royal men. I don't know what attracted me to Ryker. Under his dangerously handsome looks, and charming, easy-going personality, there's something insanely sexy about him. He knows how to control situations and manipulate things that suit him and his eclectic tastes. He always gets anything he wants and

Clearly, though, there was a whole lot about royalty that she'd yet to learn. “I'm a little confused,” she said. “Why doesn't anyone say anything?” “She is usually more discrete, so not many know.” Winston smiled again and placed a hand onto her shoulder. “But all you need to know is that loose lips sink ships, and it would be wise of you not to repeat to anyone what you saw going on upstairs. Especially to anybody in the public. She is a powerful woman, and I'm afraid you would be an easy target for her to destroy to save her reputation.”

I couldn’t keep up the headlines. “It’s trending on Twitter, every social media, gossip sites, morning talk shows. Everywhere.” He showed me on the iPad, swiping every page. They were all the same. "They call her A Royal Wrecker. Hashtag #RoyalWreckerBitch. My apology for the word, Your Highness.” I grabbed the remote from Marko, turning the volume loud. My heart sunk. My skin went cold as ice.

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. "Your majesty, I have with me the medicine which was used by the King Valliente I of the Kingdom of Ayatullah when he suffered the same case. I hope this works with our Crown Prince." The physician explained. "But your majesty our crown prince has a severe allergy with sea foods and sea products. I am afraid the golden corals from the southern sea would escalate his allergy." My secretary informed the queen. "Can you not find any other way aside from that?" My mother asked. "We still have one your majesty but the said medicine can only be extracted fro

Maison intercepted it with brutal efficiency, his larger wolf form slamming into the attacker with bone-crushing force. More enemies poured from the forest, their numbers far greater than the initial howls had suggested. This wasn't just a raiding, this seemed to be trying to stop the full prophecy from coming to pass, but what Royal line was he even talking about? All four Royal houses fell in the Great Werewolf War. What the hell is he talking about? The Royal Line was a myth, a legend told to pups before bedtime—the original werewolf bloodline from which all others supposedly descended. If that was real...

“It’s been a madhouse since Bennet…Prince Bennet crashed his racecar. Did you hear about that?” “Of course.” Even in America, it was big news when a member of a royal family almost died, especially if it was due to some daredevil sport like racing. “How is your patient?” “Maddening.” His cheerful tone belied his words. “He’s also managed to chase off the second physical therapist just this morning. That’s two in three weeks.” “Impressive.” When the Marine looked up, she gave him a smile before turning a slight bit more from him. “He sounds like a spoiled brat.”

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

I needed to tweak it. And I needed ingredients. Fast. I opened a mind-link. “Gwen.” He responded almost immediately. “Morgan?” “I need you to send some of your warriors into the deep forest. Right now.” His voice immediately became serious. “What happened?” “I have a young patient dying from a Crotalus bite. I need green camellia.” There was a short pause. “What exactly am I looking for?” “A green flower. The petals themselves are green. It's rare, but I've seen records of it growing in our territory. Send your warriors toward the pond first. Camellias thrive in moist environments, so have them search around the water and the shaded areas surrounding it.”