Novel & Cerita Royal Six

"Why don't you start by telling me what a royal is and why you think I am one." He took the cap off his beer and took a long draught. He looked like he was about to cry. It was so stupid. This guy was a bodybuilder, probably close to three hundred pounds, and acted like some sniveling, downtrodden, bullied... just thinking about it ticked me off. No one should be made to feel how this guy was feeling. I couldn't imagine a life like his. "A Royal is born a werewolf. Royals shift faster than bitten wolves. They have more control over their shifts. They can control themselves mid-shift, reversing the shift even."

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

"Oh my, greetings your highness, the Crown Prince. May I know what business you have in the Lilac Palace?" The Crown Prince was clearly disappointed by Harrold's sudden interference. "Yes, I need to speak to Russel. Where is he?" "He is at thedining room, your highness." "I see. Then I shall take my leave... I hope to see you again sometime, Princess Lianne." Then the Crown Prince left. "...you should be more careful when you're by yourself, sir Louie." Harrold immediately warns him. "People might accidentally find out about this royal secret, and that can bring you to ruins."

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

Arbane snarls as Ember takes her place beside the two other dragons. I lift my hands, ready to fight. As one, the six royals raise their hands as well. “My King,” Fenian whispers. I’m a strong, powerful elf. I have a strong and powerful mate and dragon. But even I am not strong enough to go against six royals, three of whom are dragon riders. “Get out of here, Fenian. Fight a battle you can win,” I say, pulling on my mate’s fire as well as my own earth.

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"

She loved what they did to the robe she wore on the outside. The royal embroidery department in charge of making the clothes had put a lot of effort to embroider her favorite peony flowers on it. The flowers just kept on going as if it was a blooming garden. The white robe was tied with a golden clamp in the front and still shows the red gown that she wore inside. She chose the two colors; others would choose their own as long it was traditional in the end. The maids put on a flower headdress on her head to compensate for the crown she would wear later. Her head was already heavy with the hairstyle that they had made on her. At least the shoes were not that high or else she was going to fain

Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

"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.