Royal Scandal Book Novels & Stories

Everyone so firmly believed it was an accident and he wasn’t going to ruin their peace. After he killed the four suspects, he was amazed to find that there were more of them in the palace. How come ten to twenty people became a part of the staff? He failed to understand. The security team hadn't messed up. Footage, signatures and guests' entry was scrutinized but nothing caught his eyes. How the hell did they enter? He was so focused that he didn't realize finishing another pack of Marlboro and coughed. "Hukum." Bhushan entered his office and handed him an envelope. Ranvijay took it with a frown. “What’s this?”

There were entries made at different times, as if someone had meticulously detailed whatever had been happening at that moment in time. As Eric had said, many stories were woven together. I often stopped to question Eric on the authenticity of what I was reading. He confirmed my thoughts. These were truly historic books that had been kept within the royal family for centuries. I scanned through some parts of the stories, until I stumbled onto something interesting. “Eric?” I asked. “Yes, sweetheart?” he asked looking over to me. “What does this mean?” I asked, pushing the book towards him. He scanned the contents before he looked up at me.

“The first stories went live thirty minutes ago. Three major outlets. Anonymous sources ‘close to the Royal family.’” I scrolled through the articles with hungry eyes. **“Royal Scandal Deepens: Pregnant Hazel Hudson Accused of Trapping Alpha King for Wealth and Status”** **“Insiders Claim: Lowborn Woman Seduced Asher Royal During Moment of Vulnerability”** **“Is the Pregnancy Even Real? Questions Surround Sudden Royal Heir Announcement”** The stories were perfectly crafted — vicious but believable. They painted Hazel as a calculating opportunist who had taken advantage of Asher. Some questioned whether the child was even his. Others suggested she had planned the whole thing for power and mon

The same chair. Old memories resurfaced. Some of them good. Some of them… not so much. That snapped me back to the present. I reached the unmarked shelf and pulled a single book from it. Dust rose. Good. No one had come for it. Ancient bloodlines. I almost said it out loud. This book was different from the ones outside—names recorded before the Great War. Tracked, watched, and preserved. Written long before anyone in the current royal council was born.

"Take out the classical collection regarding the royals from the library." There was a lot of documentation regarding the royals in the library. Perhaps, there might be a clue in the ancient books. "Yes, Your Majesty!" After receiving the order, a few eunuchs rushed to the library. Soon after, thousands of ancient books had been brought from the library. Without a hesitation, Lord Kenny ordered the civil and military officials, "Check all of the books and find a clue as to what's happening." Without delay, the officials scurried over and started flipping through the ancient books. It took them more than two hours. Lord Kenny also took up a few books and read through each page.

Even Ford began sweating and fidgeting his fingers intensely. He gulped and looked at me dead in the eye. "Yes, Your Highness," he answered. I inhaled deeply and fell to the back of the chair. I covered my mouth with my hand and brushed my hair. Am I really discovering the truth of the 19 years tragedy of the royal family of Wilhem? I looked at Ford and he looked like he was waiting for me to speak. "Prince Brylle disappeared during a fire at the palace. A few hours ago, I accidentally entered Noah's room while he was changing and I...," I stopped talking and gulped. Ford had his hands in a praying position and he was breathing heavily.

" Prince Percy shut the announcer as he walked into the Royal castle of the Andersons. The royal castle is a 5-storey building that covers 13 acres. The castle has fifty rooms that include the royal ballroom, the meeting room for the king and ministers of the kingdom, the king's palace, a royal mall, royal dining, The royal rooms, the throne room, The king's office, the queen's room, and the royal emergency hospital. Percy ignored the royal bodyguards that followed him into the personal elevator made for the royals. He was there for a purpose and with the way he rushed out of the elevator when he got to the third floor, one would think he had come for a fight with the king. "The prince is...

Once I get into the seat of the power, I'm gonna open our pack to humans. He went back into the kitchen while he left me alone watching TV. I looked around his mansion. Everything seemed so different and modern. Our mansion had a victorian touch but this although from the outside it looked like it was haunted, from the inside, it was beautiful and perfect. I got up from the couch and strolled around. There was a bookshelf, I walked to it and pulled out one of the books. "What are you doing?" I gasped and dropped the book as I got startled by his loud voice. I put a hand on my chest. "You scared me" I crouched down to pick the book up.

The demonstrations outside of the palace grounds baffle me, cause why is everything so large scale like this? I've spoken to the Royal Public Relations team (PR team) -the royal servants that usually took care of royal scandals on social media and newspaper- and they themselves are quite helpless, they cannot understand how, even after taking down videos, pictures and paying off newspaper editors, how the scandal seems to keep on getting bigger and bigger.

Ethan's eyes were absorbed, immersed in each note, his delicate features and carefree demeanor creating a perfect picture. Suddenly, Raphael Gray felt a pang of nostalgia, remembering Victoria Everglow, a former consort and childhood friend. Sadly, they were destined to be apart. Raphael's eyes grew distant as he recalled the past: "The Fourth Prince truly resembles his mother," Raphael suddenly exclaimed, his voice warm but tinged with sadness. "Sadly, Consort Victoria was talented but short-lived." The music stopped abruptly. Ethan looked up at Raphael, surprised, his eyes wide open: "Isn't my mother Empress Vivienne Starfall?"