Royal Trash Novels & Stories

The back of the throne formed itself as branches, growing towards the ornate ceiling and from them hung crystals, shaped like leaves. The throne room was humongous with soaring ceilings shaped like snowflakes. The light from the sunstones gave the hall a beautiful visage similar to the halls described in a fairytale. Sidastir has never utilized the room for anything other than executions. He assumed this was a memorable day, if only because this was a rare event. Trolls and fairies have solely inhabited the palace since the passing of his people. The first one too dumb for an interesting company, and the other to aggravating.

Unknown POV These kings really think they’re smart. It’s almost cute. The security around this palace looked impressive at first glance. Warriors everywhere. Guards rotating constantly. Patrols circling the grounds like they were protecting some damn treasure vault. Yet it only took me a few hours to figure out exactly where they were hiding Traci. A few hours. That was it. People always underestimated how easy it was to blend in when everyone around you believed they were untouchable. Arrogance made people sloppy. And these royals? They practically drowned in arrogance.

He was talking about Royal. "Royal has a very low tolerance for filth," Ripley said. He dropped onto the seat next to Philip and leaned back. The scar cutting through his left eyebrow made his smirk look even more jagged and mean. "He prefers to stay away from stinking trash. He is actually the lucky one. He doesn't have to look at your face." Ripley shifted his gaze to the two men standing like statues behind Riley’s shoulders. They were his sworn mate brothers. They looked just as smug as he did.

I wasn’t done. “What is wrong with you?” I asked. “Why are you doing this to me? Why are you treating me like I am trash?” “Because you are trash,” he took a step forward. “And you have no say before the Alpha. Your mother was the only thing linking you to royalty. From now on, you are nothing. Now get your hideous disgusting face out of my face.” The words hit my heart like a bullet. If anyone had told me that Roman would utter those things to me, I would never believe it, not even in a million years.

He couldn’t deny the fact that there was an actual tragedy happens and a threat as well that may catch him up in a trap that they just intend to execute him when he was young. Thirteen years ago, the royals are busy chitchatting in the grand hall with each other while making an exchange peck on each of their cheeks. The dresses they wear are made by an expensive silk and every women’s hair are designed with beaded pearls. Everyone’s entertained with the lovely music that are played by an orchestra.

Elian Thorne—the Prince of the Trash—stood at the center of the bridge, his new scavenger-gold armor reflecting the unnatural light of the Publisher’s Flagship hovering above. "Royalty fees?" Elian’s voice was deeper now, vibrating with the "Noise" of the millions of souls his father had just archived into the city’s foundations. "The only thing my father ever paid for in this city was a divorce he didn't want. I’m not paying you a single cent."

I tossed and turned in my king-size bed and gazed up at the ceiling, unsure if I had picked the right choice. I didn't want Whithold to be involved with something they hadn't dealt with before. Two years ago, I destroyed the operation and ensured Happy Dust was no more. But it has resurfaced and involved the royal family of Whithold. If not destroyed completely, they will have it spread all over the world. I let out a frustrated groan. Pull up the sheets over my chest and try to sleep. But my eyes sprung open when I felt an uneasy presence entering my open balcony doors.

The music was loud and the women were everywhere. “Your Highness, dance with me.” “Oh, no, he promised me the next dance.” “Atlas, look at me. I wore this gown just for you.” Prince Atlas Mavros smiled politely while three noble daughters fought over his arm like cats over fresh meat. The royal ballroom glittered with gold chandeliers and people gorgeously dressed up. It was a grand celebration at the palace. But to Atlas, it felt like a trap.

He always had this way of poking her until her blood boiled. “Fine,” she snapped, setting the bottle down hard. “If I’m princess, then that makes you the trash king. Congratulations. You’re officially crowned the laziest, most inconsiderate neighbor in the entire building.” Cade froze for a second, then burst out laughing. A real, deep laugh that echoed through the empty gym. He clutched his stomach, shaking his head. “Trash king?” he repeated between laughs. “That’s… that’s actually good. I’ll take it.”

After all: As commoners, is a rare opportunity to be invited into the palace and have a once in a lifetime opportunity to eat the the melted and delicious dishes of the nobles and accompany with the merry juicy red wine. Most commoners would tell their children how they linked their hands clean and dry as their bed night stories.... Telling us how much they adores the royalty foods and how their mouths are already slivering for the big moment. And just in case you wondering what the ' Big black trash bag ' is all about,then be patient cause you going to know very soon....ミ *********************** ———————————— A familiar massive and majestical mansion came into view , their was no decoration