Royal Six Novels & Stories

**** They sat at the Conference room that's already fill with most of the Shareholders and Board of Directors. The Prince sat at the head of the table with Mami by his left, follow by the king beside her. Most of the shareholders of the company are the immediate and extended Royal Families. Their great great great grand Father build it to support the royal family, and every child that is born normally get 1% share. The Emirate Group serves as their main sources of income, with the Prince serving as the CEO until the next Prince is of age to take over the company. "Who are we still waiting for" Mami whispers as she tilted her head towards the Prince.

It was hard enough to wrap my head around the fact he was a king, but he was also one out of only six, some type of unique vampire? Marku lifted the glass and rested his hand on his spread thighs. He swirled the liquid absentmindedly. “Every bloodline is represented by a royal mark. All six royal marks have a unique predominant animal...mine just happens to be a Wolf.” Marku paused, his expression silently asking if I was following along. I was... ...sort of. Six different... Bloodlines Royal marks Animals Got it. And I already knew Marku’s mark was a Wolf. I’d seen it on my own hip, etched in delicate, flowing white lines. Absentmindedly, I pressed my fingertips to my thigh over the mark th

“So, ready?” “For what?” I was starstruck every time I met royals. I still found it hard to wrap around my head that I met and shared a meal with royalties. The door swung opened again, then two men in suits put down a couple of paper bags. “What are those?” “We’re going out,” she announced gleefully. “Princess Carlott, I can’t.”

“It’s been a madhouse since Bennet…Prince Bennet crashed his racecar. Did you hear about that?” “Of course.” Even in America, it was big news when a member of a royal family almost died, especially if it was due to some daredevil sport like racing. “How is your patient?” “Maddening.” His cheerful tone belied his words. “He’s also managed to chase off the second physical therapist just this morning. That’s two in three weeks.” “Impressive.” When the Marine looked up, she gave him a smile before turning a slight bit more from him. “He sounds like a spoiled brat.”

I slightly altered my stance, offering a bow as a gesture of respect. Raven eyes gazed at me from his sculpted face, eyebrows perfectly arched, lips a deep crimson that commanded attention. Every strand of his royal hair lay in place, a crown of authority adorning a figure standing tall at six feet. Exuding a masculine aura, he was flawless, except for the blaze of anger smoldering in his gaze, threatening to incinerate me.

Pink ended her brief report in an instant. “Oh, that is interesting.” Royal and Grand was the name of the personal soldiers of the First and Second. Royal was the personal soldiers of the first king while Grand was for the second King. Eagle agreed with his brother. It was indeed interesting. All of them had put their hands on the deck on unalive Shadow. “So, it means everything is going well?” Eagle asked for confirmation. “It’s going well.” Pink nodded. “Good.” He hummed. “Pink.” “Yes, My Emperor?”

The fear I felt and the noise I was hearing was making my headache, the friendly man walked to us with a young boy behind him who was lifting two beautiful golden crowns on a white pillow. He stood in front of us then gave a low bow. "Long live my king and queen," he said then got a beautiful crown that was engraved with all the most expensive stones and put it on the king's head, he bowed then got the smaller crown engraved with diamonds and put it on my head, then bowed and walked away with the young boy. "Long live the king and queen!" The people cheered loudly then kept quiet when the king lifted his hand. "Long live your Highness," one man in royal robes said, looking at the way he move

It wasn’t his fault he was born of royal blood, and all I have to do is carry that with him. “How about my son here, Thomas?” King Ricardo suddenly perched. I heard two different things that moment. Coughing and laughing. The coughing was from me and Thomas, and the laughing was from Althea and Keith. “I’m sorry, what?” Thomas, who was in front of King Ricardo, almost drowned in his water. “Thomas is a likely suitable partner for Ruthy. He is of royal blood, he has the looks, the brains and the manners. They would rule Rinovea marvelously,” King Ricardo added.

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.

One press on the fob and the beast woke: headlights flaring, a sharp honk ripping through the silence, red blinkers flashing against cracked walls like warning sirens. A black BMW XM SUV 2025. Not just a car, a d*mn statement written in steel and black paint. Fresh paint gleamed like obsidian, the kind of machine that turned heads before crushing bones beneath its wheels. I yanked open the back passenger door and eased Camilla inside. Her head lolled gently against the seat, lashes heavy, lips parted. She was still cold. That was the thing about Nero’s kiss: it hit fast, sweet, and dangerous. An hour at most before the haze started lifting. That’s why clients demanded ten doses a day, more i