Royal Scandal Book Novels & Stories

People she once called friends were reposting the scandal with captions like ‘Never expected this from her. Her hand shook as she turned the phone off completely. She wanted to disappear. Across the city, in a glass-walled penthouse overlooking the Thames, Roy Sinclair nursed a cup of black coffee, scrolling through his phone with a grim expression. “Mate, you’re trending everywhere,” his friend Aaron said from the couch, smirking. “Not the kind of PR you like, huh? ‘Mystery Billionaire Spends Night with Bride-to-Be.’ Classic.” Roy shot him a sharp glare. “It’s not funny.”

Micha gaped. "How?!" The book continued. A certain person brought a book to the palace to clear his name. I'm sure you already know who it was. Micha gasped. "Beth?!" "Yes," the book answered. "She dared to approach the palace with evidence, despite Roosevelt's reputation." Micha frowned. "What book are you talking about?" Golden letters formed: "Princess Eloise's diary." My eyes widened. Micha nearly jumped. "Her diary?! Then everything will finally be known!"

She took a step back away from him. Instead of answering, Alexander turned around and went back to the table where he picked up what seemed to look like a brown envelope. He returned to her side with the envelope in his hand. He handed it out to give it to her and Athena hesitated to touch it. She was sure that what was inside the envelope could only mean trouble if not, it was a Pandora Box that was meant to never be opened, but her curiosity won over her. Her hand reached for the envelope and tore it open. Inside were photos that could make anyone lurch whatever they had for lunch.

’ So maybe Skylar was always meant to be one and with Julian as her mate and Prince Nathaniel nearby, she would be the most protected treasure of the Royal family… Well, at least until Prince Nathaniel found his Princess… And then they both would be protected equally. I close the book and whisper, “My Bloodline's Book of Power, My Bloodline's book of spells. I return you to which you came.” The book then disappears from off my lap and I look over at Victoria before moving the blanket from my legs, getting to my feet and making my way over toward the bathroom. Unfortunately, I only take three steps before I nearly collapse as a sharp pain shoots through my whole body. Victoria seemed to move

I can't even spot the key cause there are more royal jewelry in the box. " Spotted it. Iam ending the call," Noah excited said and he ended it. It's done. ..... After the interval bell rang, I rushed to Victoria's room and I opened it without permission. " Sydney," The Queen said, jerked by my sudden entry. She is having some large spellbook on her lap and looked at me in confusion. " Don't you have any class?" " Yes I have and I skipped it because I got the key,"

Claire said in her usual high pitched shrill voice and Anna shot her an annoyed scowl. “Why do you need to create a scene every single time Claire? I know, but I just can’t remember from where,” said Anna as Claire nodded taking a sip of her cold champagne. “That is fine. The story was both a scandal and sensational at the same time. But since it has been three years, people won’t remember. The man you were looking at is the Chief of Scotland Yard and that is his husband. He renounced his title….” Started Claire when Anna recalled where she had read the news about them.

The families' little black book. The names that govern Chicago from the shadows. The voices answer, polite, hesitant. I don't speak long. A few words are enough: "Tonight, at my place, your queen. No men, no guards." In thirty minutes, black cars glide past the manor. The hall lights up with a new radiance, a blend of opulence and danger. Eight heiresses, eight faces of a single empire. They are young, beautiful, and each carries in their eyes the trace of power either bequeathed to them or stolen.

The accountant's mouth worked, but no sound came out. "Do you know what that is?" I leaned down close over him. "Falsifying the accounts of a royal house. Cheating the family of the King's own brother of what is theirs, month on month, year on year, and writing your lies down in a book to do it. That is not a quarrel between merchants, accountant. That is a crime against the crown. Men have been thrown into the deepest cell of the royal dungeon and forgotten there for far less than this, and left to rot." I straightened up, the ledger heavy and damning in my hand. "Now. You are going to tell me who keeps the other book.”

"What next? Have they superimposed my head on a Chippendale?" Clara didn't smile. She was white. "It's not a picture. It's. It's a story. From someone inside. About. about your life with Joe. In the penthouse." A shivery trickle of fear, unique and separate from the familiar frisson of corporate warfare, began outlining itself along his spine. He took the tablet she offered. The headline was pure, unadulterated poison: "THE KING'S KINKY LAST DAYS: Aide Exposes Scandalous Secrets of Brian & His Boy-Toy's Private Life!"

He was the one who offered to escort me to Her Majesty. "The queen mother wants me to hand this to you. She said it'll help you." He offered the book to me, and I hesitantly received it. "T-thank you," I whispered as I received the book. The queen mother asked her maids to get the book from the palace library. But I didn't wait to receive it. I couldn't wait. I was in a hurry to come home. The book is about Scarlets. Her Majesty was quite surprised when I replied negatively to her question. She was shocked to learn that I was unaware of things.