Royal Trash Novels & Stories

I'll make you feel what it's like to be worse off than dead soon. "Oh, really? Just you? Or those trash?" Henry shook his head disdainfully. "How dare you call us trash? Do you know who we are?" one of the men growled. "I don't care what kind of trash you are. After all, trash is trash," Henry sneered. "You've asked for it!" The man was furious. He looked at Madison, unable to resist the urge to act. Sheena was anxious when she saw the scene and said, "Be careful, Mr. Truman. They're members of the Royal Syndicate, and they're very powerful. Just run away! Call the police if you can't handle them."

Decreash Imperial Palace The castle was quite tense today. Ragaleon was in a terrible mood and had suddenly decided that the whole royal family will be going to the Kingswoods. The servants were trying their best to hasten the preparations, getting all the game sets ready and preparing the royal carriage; everywhere was simply chaotic. This was the atmosphere that greeted Micah when she stepped out of her chamber. She was dressed in a yellow sleeveless gown; it had a V-neck, and the collars were sharp.

“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.”

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

I heard her retreat, heels biting into the floor, each step echoing with resentment, and Jasper shortly followed after her. This was a mistake she made today. She showed me her true intentions; she was not good at masking her greedy nature, as well as Jasper yet. A moment later, they both disappeared down the corridor. And then, at last, I approached the Grand Duke’s casket for the final goodbye. The hall had grown quiet. The Grand Duke lay still, wrapped in velvet and honor, the weight of his legacy pressing against my chest. I knelt beside him, fingers brushing the edge of the coffin. My voice, low and certain, whispered into the still air:

Only then did I realize the tiny tree was perfectly manicured, probably rare. “Sorry! Why isn’t it in a glass case or something?” “Good heavens! I should send your husband an invoice for this! That was my prized specimen!” Royal lamented. “It was already deteriorating,” Gianna interjected softly, coming to my defense. Royal swiped at her cheek in frustration before visibly setting aside her concern for the plant. Her expression softened as she turned back to me, genuine worry replacing her initial annoyance. “More importantly, are you alright?” “I can’t believe Maximus’ name is in this box... Why would he have a record here? R-Roy, what am I supposed to do? Could he have the same illness?” T

I screamed his name, but the sound was trapped in my throat. Uncle Kingsley stood behind me. The legendary billionaire, the man who could buy entire countries and crash the stock market with a single phone call, looked helpless. His billions of dollars, his royal connections, his endless power, none of it mattered. Death didn't care about money. Death didn't take bribes. Kingsley kicked a metal trash can. It crashed loudly against the white wall. "Dammit!" Kingsley cursed, rubbing his jaw harshly. He let out a dark, frustrated breath. "Looks like we only have that piece of garbage left."

“Now they’re garbage. He’s going to be furious." Honestly, no one understood the obsession with fancy, over-the-top, limited-edition items better than the royal family’s general affairs officer. He was the kind of man who believed things only had value if they took forever to make, even if they could’ve been done in two days. Half the time, he’d store finished goods in a dusty corner for weeks just so they looked more exclusive. “Leo’s not going to get the chance to yell at you,” I said, taking the muddy box from her. “I’ll talk to the palace’s general affairs officer. I’m sure there’s a stash of similar cards somewhere in the storage rooms.”

I stared at her, rendered speechless by my absolute shock and disbelief. The Royals had been wiped out almost a generation ago, in an incredibly rare act that saw many of the Lycan packs working together to end their reign. By all accounts, it had been absolutely brutal, with every last member of the family hunted, and killed, along with any who worked with them, and some who were guilty only of being acquainted with them.

As the men cleared the room, I found a new room for the king and I. I lodged in the next room which had been supposed to be my room originally— the royal queen’s quarters. The room still harbored the late queen’s belongings, clearing them and telling the men to take them where the late king’s things were. The room was dusty, showing that it had been a couple of years since anyone even stepped foot inside. I cleaned up fast, chasing time because who knew when the king would be back.