Royal Trash Novels & Stories

"Hehehe ..I guess so ." "Then you should be prepared for tonight to never end then ." "*blush*Harren!" The night was still young for them . And at the back garden Roy was getting rid of his sister's mess when he noticed the royal seal among one of the bodies . It was really a long night .

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.

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.”

Royalty Unleashed. THE END!

As the all 4 of the visitors from the Great Southern Wasteland finally able to set foot, inside the Aeternum Royal Palace. They were stunned at the sight of it. Because to them there is no words just o how to describe the entire place correctly. Aeternum Royal Palace, is obviously luxurious and stylish. But the way that it is luxurious and stylish does not follow the current world standard. Usually a place of royalty, there will a lot’s of golds, gems, magical items and lavish furniture and arts that were extremely valuable, that can turned any eyes greedy.

"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 hope so, Grand Duchess. Because the realm needs you to succeed… I wish you success.” Then, as if remembering an old ache, he muttered with a tired shake of his head, “But my primary chaos is His Highness, the Crown Prince. He is off on one of his spontaneous disappearances again. He vanished last week. I’ve aged twenty years chasing after him. He never listens.” A soft chuckle escaped me, genuine this time. “Whenever he disappears like this, I‘ve heard he either returns with honor… or treasure. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

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."