Royal Six Novels & Stories

“We each take a turn at drawing a card. If you get an ace you’re off the hook and skip your turn. If you draw a 2,3 or 4 then you have to take a drink. If you draw a 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 or 10 then you lose an item of clothing, kind of like strip poker. If it’s red then your partner removes it, if it’s black then the other person of the opposite sex takes it off. So if Rebecca drew a black 6 for example, then Larry would remove her item of clothing.” Jill was wide eyed and rather shocked at what Max was proposing. Rebecca looked rather bored as if she had done this numerous times before. Larry was leaning forward excitedly, “what about the royal cards?” the balding accountant asked his friend. “The

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.

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

I asked. "He wanted me to hangout with the noble families or maybe.. people like York Company or the 7 Gold Lifes." "Of course, that's what I thought too." I said agreeing with his father's thoughts and Logan looked at me weirdly. "Why is that?" "You're royal, Logan. You're a prince and hanging out with people who are from noble families or maybe the York company or The 7 Gold Lifes will make you learn a lot more and besides isn't it better to hangout with those people? You all have the same status, level and education." I said and he shook his head.

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.

It is simply what he lost when the power was taken, and could not recover because the power has been sealed inside the Royal bloodline ever since. "And the Royal bloodline is ending," Rollins said. Marcus looked at him. "The last of it is standing at this window," he said quietly. The room was quite silent a moment. I turned that over. The last of the Royal line. The end of the container the first wolves had built to hold the power. Why Claus had been long enough to wait centuries. He had always known that the line would thin at length. He had simply been waiting for it to arrive at its final point.

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

4 MAN (interjecting): "That King Roderick is accepting your invitation, 1 Man." Across from 1 Man, 5 MAN reclines in his chair, radiating an air of effortless confidence. His kingdom is renowned for its wealth and commerce. 5 MAN (sipping his wine): "To discuss something of importance," I presume? At the far end of the table, 6 MAN, a young and ambitious ruler, leans forward eagerly. 6 MAN (agitated): "And let me guess, like me, dear lords, you all have come running here because King Roderick is the most powerful among us."

Edward casually took a seat; Jacky and Ninth Princess sat nearby, watching the chess game. This chessboard was a treasure of the Princess's palace. The entire board was carved from a single piece of pure white and flawless jade, emitting a gentle radiance, intermingling with the green to create an enchanting contrast that made it hard to look away. Gold threads separated the squares, casting a golden glow that instantly identified them as pure gold of the highest quality. The chess pieces were made of gold and placed on the jade board, sparkling like tiny suns. The appearance of this exquisite and precious chess set in the Princess's palace reflected King Lycan's affection for her. Edward sm