Royal Roads Novels & Stories

"We have the business dinner at seven. Be back with plenty of time to dress properly." "I will," Jake promised, already heading for the door. The freedom of being away from his father's watchful eye, even temporarily, lightened his step as he made his way down the corridor. The Royal was truly magnificent. Jake wandered through the grand atrium, past boutiques selling items that cost more than most people's monthly salaries, and eventually found himself near one of the smaller performance venues. A sign outside announced "Rehearsal in Progress - Staff Only," but the door was slightly ajar, and the haunting notes of a violin drifted through.

While it's definitely far from what the average tourists and Valerians drive, it's better than the Rolls Royce, Porsches, or sports cars they have. I was still nervous about being recognized and mobbed, but the first half of the day was as uneventful as it could be–at least in terms of avid royal fans…or antis. No one really batted an eye as we walked the avenue where the kiosks were, and while I can see some of our royal guards around, most of them blended in with the crowd but close enough that if we ever get in trouble, they'll be there to help us.

But as we enter more of a rural area, the stretches of manicured tracts of land with lush green grass, vibrant flowers, full bushes, and the tall trees—along with pretty ponds dotted with lilies—are breathtaking. Though no more so than when we pass through the massive wrought-iron gates at the entrance of the royal estate. A vision from The Man in The Iron Mask immediately pops into my brain. There is nothing but verdant pastures, sensational coloring, artistic fountains, and spectacular courtyards as far as the eye can see. And in the distance is a striking building with a four- or five-story main portion, right and left wings that are three stories high each, with additional wings coming o

The leather surface of the steering wheel bit into her palms as she squeezed her hands over it. Pretending to be on the road, she turned the wheel left and right, imagining the sleek, red coup driving through the streets. She had never owned a car before. She had her license but never had a reason to buy one.

We pulled out of the drive, and I noticed Brodie pulling his phone out and putting it to his ear as he continued to stare down the street. That was weird. Loose dog, my ass, I looked around, trying to find what he saw as Wyatt drove us out of the neighborhood but I didn't see anything of concern. I bit my thumbnail. I don't think Rob would show up and cause problems but he always seems to surpass how far I think he'll go. Wyatt's phone rang and he answered. He looked in his rearview and said "Gotcha. Yep. I'm on it, okay man, later," I turned around and saw a black escalade pass the car behind us and come in behind us.

Then I walked out, and I found my way to the main street where I took a taxi. ROYAL: knowing that Pamela wasn't going to show up because of that idiot, made my heart crumble. I stood up immediately, and grabbed my coat then I headed out. I needed to see my brother. The grudge I thought I bore for a long time didn't seem like it was there again. I ignored all the greetings being thrown at me until I got to the ground floor. I got into my car, and drove off to the family house. ******

CHAPTER FIFTEEN ZEPHYR'S POV Theodore wheeled the Ford as far down the pathway as far as he could until ahead was a clutter of vines and thick grass, covering the rest of the way. He parked the car and we got down. I took off my shades and took a deep breath. There were two roads that lead to the priestess. This path that extended to miles and miles of overgrowth which was too knit and twisted to rip apart unless maybe you would gladly weed it for a year. Then there was the second road only the royal family knew. Well, only the royal family could get through.

Rose asked “I also don’t know,” After thirty minutes, we arrived at their pack's territory. We’ve entered a trail of trees, I can smell the wind change and the number of wolves. As we go along I can see a big old stone mansion. “The palace used to be bigger than that, “ Caleb said, “After the human war it was destroyed and this is what is left,” he said. “It was also the same incident that moved the different titles for royals like us. But my people still call my father King and I, the prince,”

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.

Another hallway, she thought. This one was empty, thankfully. But she still didn't know where she was or how to get out of the palace. She walked around for a bit, until she found another door that led outside. She pushed it open and focused her eyes. Toward the bottom of the hill was a main road. It was the same one that Marco and Sabrina had taken to get to the palace earlier that day. “That's my way out of here,” she whispered. She couldn't believe she was about to leave, but staying there didn't feel like an option to her, though. Not only had the queen made it very clear that she wasn't welcome, but Marco hadn't even attempted to console her after seeing Magdalena tear her dress.