Royal Trash Novels & Stories

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

“Even if he never forgives me.” I turned away. As I did, my phone vibrated. One word. Unknown number. You should have left. Another followed. Now you die with him. I stared at the screen, heart racing, and knew one thing for sureI wasn’t leaving anymore. The story broke before dawn. I didn’t need coffee. The words burned my eyes. “Aide Ethan Corrupts Prince AdrianPalace in Turmoil.” I tore the paper in half. Shards of ink flew like knives.

I said as her eyes widened. "The king and queen?" She asked in a cracked voice. "Yes, it seems duke Adrean spoke to the queen and the king over you wanting a job." I said as her face instantly lighted up. "Did they agree?" She asked quickly. "Yes, starting from today you will be able to work with the other ladies in this palace. Your job is to clean the king's library every day without fail. A worthy pay will be granted to you at the end of every month and a new uniform will be given to you. I have laid down a few rules that you must follow through. The first one is to never walk into the king's library without knocking, he hates it when people walk in to just interrupt him from his study. S

I went back to my room before anyone could notice I was standing there. Immediately I turned, I bumped into a maid carrying food on the royal tray and everything spilled on my floor and my dress. “Oh.!! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..” I said, trying to pack it up. “Who eats trash?! The king doesn't accept trash, Luna…” she said. I stood up, staring straight at her. “What do you mean by that?!” I asked. “I mean, the king doesn't….” She didn't complete her sentence, when Paula turned out from the corner.

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

But thanks to my mother who taught me the skills on how to mask my emotions very well, I'll say it came pretty handy nowadays. The Royal siblings. That's what they're known as in the entire world. Their mafia is known as the Royal Mafia and because of that, they're basically royalties that everyone treats them with the amount of respect they think they should deserve. But not to me when it comes to Jake Castillo. He's like an annoying thorn that has been bugging my side, and the reason why we hate each other so much? Well, some things are just better off not mentioning. But I still remember every small detail of it like it just happened yesterday and not three years ago.

he poked Precious, “tell her how I know what time the store opens.” Precious giggled, “we had to go get a plunger for the toilet.” “At six in the morning,” Royal nuzzled her little neck, enjoying the squeals she made complaining of his scratchy beard. “Did you flush something you weren’t supposed to, Precious?” Famke asked with twitching lips. “Nope. Uncle Royal was trying to brush my hair for swim class, and he dropped all my hair ties in the toilet. The whole bag and when he knelt down to get them out, he accidentally leaned on the lever and flushed them.”

without raising her head. "Hmm, you are oddly clean and have a pathetic background... you will sever the expectations of the entire Royal household, and you will be accused of being a gold digger, you will have rivals, you will be questioned, and be looked down on, you will run the Royal household, you will have countless interviews and you will be on every news, you will always put a smile on your face whether you are happy or sad, you will make huge sacrifices that could cost your unhappiness, you will be invited to galas and every single event in every country under my reign, And most of all, you will organize the entire east coast affairs by my side."

All of the dead royals had been the picture of health prior to their deaths. With the exception of a handful of the deaths, all of them had been labelled accidental. They had consumed a deadly amount of wolfsbane. The royals were known to consume small amounts of wolfsbane in an attempt to inoculate themselves against being poisoned with the stuff, some of them taking it in small doses with their evening meal. Even so, the amounts detected by their toxicology reports were well over what they would have consumed. They had been intentionally poisoned. I would need to talk to their omega if any were still working at the castle after the demise of their masters.