Royal Scandal Book Novels & Stories

Page number 76, a royal should only be wedded to a noble. Oh, bullshit. I close the book with a heavy heart.

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

“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.”

"Mr. Clark! You need to see this immediately!" Damian snatched the tablet from her hands, His pupils already constricted as he scanned through the headlines. He looked up, meeting Victoria's questioning gaze. "It seems," he said, "that fate has played right into our hands. The king has collapsed, and the royal family has run into bankruptcy."

Emma said. Margaret sighed heavily. "You think you know a person, but you never truly understand their heart. I never imagined such a depth of hidden malice would be concealed in Grand Princess Eleanor's household. It's truly horrifying. What we know is likely just the tip of the iceberg. This scandal could severely tarnish the royal family's reputation." - In the main hall, Carissa finished her questioning and prepared to wrap up. Leopold was stunned. He had always known Jessica to be domineering, willful, and unruly, but he never suspected her heart could be so vicious.

"However, you proved to be just like every other riffraff who was merely fortunate to step into the world of the elites. But what can I say? No one can truly leave their filthy background behind, can they?" "Your Majesty, I. . . I can explain—" "What's left to explain? Tell me!" Queen Catherine interjected evenly. She closed the magazine and turned to Chloe, struggling to maintain her serene mood. "You slept with another man while you were engaged to the Crown Prince of Forêt-bleue. Like that wasn't enough, you allowed the proof of your promiscuous act to circulate across the globe, bring shame and disgrace to the Royal Family." Unable to curb her temper any longer, the queen flamed in a lou

"Yvette, please, don't go any further with this. Even if you prove everything, your reputation is already ruined. I'll get Harvey to apologize the way you want, just like you said, okay?" I hadn't even responded when Harvey got impatient. Maybe it was because he had already spilled his secrets, but he showed no restraint. "Rose, you're too kind. She's the one who wanted this to blow up. Her reputation's already shot, so what does it matter? You're the one who said she only got that scholarship because she slept with her faculty advisor, right? Let's just play along and see how long she can keep this up." I suppressed a laugh inside.

Or if he’s earnest and is amused I can’t comprehend what he’s saying. “What doesn’t fall into your belief system, Bailey? That royals exist? How do you explain Kate and William? I’d say Meghan and Harry, but they flew the coop, so I suppose they’re not the best of examples for the royal family as a whole or as a concept, and—” “Where is this castle of yours?” I interject before he really gets rolling and I can’t find a single excuse not to take stock in this direction in which he’s headed.

I don’t even know how long we stood there. Not talking. Just… breathing. For the first time that morning, I didn’t feel like I was being watched. Before Lunch – Same Day He found me again. Just before lunch. I was closing my locker, and there he was, already. He stole my books from my hands. I hadn’t even seen him coming. “You don’t have to—” I started. He raised one brow, like, Really? We’re doing this again? I shut up. We started walking. He didn’t say much. Didn’t need to. Just kept beside me, hands in his pockets now that I had the books.

Richard has gone bankrupt overnight. My hands began to tremble as I scrolled, searching for more—but that was it. No follow-up. No details. No mention of what came after. The phone slipped from my fingers and landed softly on the bed beside me. Did my mother lie to me about everything?