Royal Trash Novels & Stories

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."

“Royal household. This is the butler speaking. How may I be of help?” “I need to speak directly to the king.” “And who is this?” “Don Aziel.” “A moment please.” The line went mute for five minutes before someone finally spoke. “Hello,” finally the king said, his voice unmistakably irritated. “We have a problem.” “If this is about Zarek being stubborn, rest assured I’ve had enough for today. Tell him I’ll cut his allowance.” “He’s been kidnapped,” I said, not having the time to mince my words. “How did that happen? I thought you—”

My voice was gentle as I said, "How kind-hearted you are, Annie. You can even happily pick up the trash that I, Cecilia Forrest, throw away. Not only that, you've even managed to create a 'miracle of love' with it." Anne was trembling violently. She tried to shrink behind Jim. At the same time, she instinctively clutched her bulging belly protectively. Bending down, I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "But some things are rotten all the way down to the bone. You think you've won? "You slept your way to the top and then used your pregnancy to steal another woman's fiance. Do you think the Forrests will ever accept you? Or could it be that you plan on living your whole life in my shadow,

He emerged from a dumpster, reeking, utterly defeated. My bodyguards flanked me immediately, blocking his approach. Helpless, he could only beg from a distance. "Sheila, I know I was wrong. Please, can you spare me? My parents are old. If the company collapses, they won't survive it!" I stepped back, holding my nose at his stench. His expression flickered with embarrassment. "Does that have anything to do with me?" I asked coldly. "Of course it does! Don't you love me? You never had a boyfriend abroad all these years. Didn't you wait to come back and marry me?

"The owners of the shell company trace back to... King Holdings." Julian leaned back on his seat and looked up at him. King Holdings was one of the largest old-money conglomerates in the country. Politically protected, ruthless in business, and unshakable. He had never cared about their business, but was familiar with the head of King's empire, Norman King. That son of a bîtch. "Pull their board, I want everything," Julian said, returning to his computer. "And find out all the people that were discharged from Blackthorne Medical today."

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

And funny enough, just yesterday she has more than 5 hundreds followers. Is still about her controversial Pictures that was printed on the papers two days a ago. And it actually cause the stock in EG to hit rock bottom which by the way since then the shareholders are discussing about removing her as the future Queen. He is just quiet for now, cause he'll be damn to let that happen. "Pancakes" Prince Fahad said shrugging his shoulders while gazing at the content in his plate. "Yeah" Nawal answers simple as she raised the bottle of chocolate syrup and said "With chocolate syrup". Then she put is for him.

She clenched her jaw. And she said she knows me. tsk..Typical idiot woman! "You are very famous and Royal personality which is quite unbelievable for us that a royal-like you to hitched with the ordinary girl." And just like that my whole attention turned to her words. "Sweety, you are unlucky today." Tristan chirped, winking at her. Tilting my head, I put the glass on the bar desk and smirked at her. "Indeed. A royal like me got lucky to have the simple, ordinary and respectful woman beside me, not some kind of slut, greedy and attention seeker." I said while scanning her whole form which was hilarious actually. A tight black dress was not treating her body well.

The werewolves in school weren't allowed to use a cellphone and no one really dared to use it in our presence. "Is that a cellphone?" I asked, genuinely intrigued. He glanced at me and then his gaze went back to his cellphone. "Yeah, don't you have one?" I shook my head. "Um, no, we aren't allowed. We are royals" I wasn't a royal by blood but I will be once Blaze and I will get married. "And?" "And?" "You are a royal, so?" I looked at him with disbelief. "So, this is beneath us. The human-made things are beneath us"

“I really appreciate it.” By the time they returned back to the palace it was a bit late. She had her supper in her own rooms and went to bed early. It was going to be a big day for her and she didn’t want to spoil it no matter what. Neal found it hard to forgive the woman he loved so dearly. How could she betray him like that? After everything he had done for her, after giving her his heart and she just tramped upon it as if it was nothing. Neal was the last-born child of the current king and queen of Qarth. His family had been ruling for long and they were respected globally. Being the youngest he got spoiled by his mother, he did whatever he wanted which included being with the girl he li