Royal Trash の小説・ストーリー

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

He was holding a bottle of drink in his left hand while smoking a cigarette. "Damn! The Boss Queen is here!" he shouted enthusiastically. My smile widened as I immediately kissed his cheek. They shook hands with Miya who was now smiling too. "I really thought that the three of you won't be going here anymore. A trashy bar, they say." He chuckled. We are about to enter the bar now. He's now between me and Miya. Trash? I huffed. This is a far from the trash he said. It comes second to Catastrophe, an elite club for everyone who can afford it. So who says BlackLabel is a trash?

Dapper, gallant with a dash of humor on the side, were the reasons why ladies want to throw themselves to the third prince. But in every family there will always be a black sheep and royalty or not, there's no exemption to this. The Royal Family has two and goes by the name of Prince Lazlo and Prince Lachlan, both were drop-dead gorgeous bad boys who choose girls and bikes over books and studies. Dubbed by the media as Royal Rebel and Fuvkboi respectively, scandal follows them everywhere faster than their Lambos and Bugatti. They're the walking pain in the ass, if I may add.

I don’t know exactly what the story is but the hatred has been passed from generation to generation. Even to date, the western wolves would do anything to gain favors and recognition from the royals and a tribute is given to the king whenever the occasion calls for it. About a week ago, the former king passed on and was laid to rest almost immediately. However, a ceremony was to be conducted after seven days which is today and all packs under the western wolves are giving out some of their pack members; well more like servants from their pack to the royals as a form of tribute to the late king. It is plain tradition and there’s no escaping it.

“No matter how close, treasures can make things go to waste, right? You know that royal life should not be exposed to the media without a briefing first. Many members of the royal family are alien from what you see on television screens.” “So terrible, Your Highness Lady Katherina. I think it's true, there's nothing so beautiful behind the scenes of television. I thought I should investigate one royal after another. And I'm sorry, I want to interrogate you a little bit.” “You’ve been interrogating me since then, Jayden.” I'm glared.

"Isn't that's the house of the so called useless piece of trash that married into the family?" "Yes, that's his house!" "Oh my, he's a dead meat now! He even offended the Mafia boss." Each of them chatting why did someone like this piece of trash offended a high profile people. Are he tired of living? The news spread like a wild fire in the whole city, he's known as the usless trash in the city because of his wife. It's all thanks to the filty Winston family that spread the and proved the rumors where true. After that Rogers entered the house and blurted a word cold. "Who dares to mess with my underlings?"

Unlike the workers room , Royalty ceilings have no leaks or cracks - just plain white ceiling that are perfectly patched up. It's been a while since the princess has been in the bathroom so I examine the room further. Closets are lined up from one end of the room to the other end. Speaking of closets , I look over to the closet that the princess was thrown to. I walk over to it , and find that some ornaments have fallen and broke. I look around for a broom and a scoop but can not seem to find one. I go on my knees and before I can start picking it up the princess shouts.

One step at a time. She walked slowly, taking in all the details of the palace. She noticed a few people, but none of them appeared to be from the royal family. One of them was obviously a janitor, based on the cleaning cart he pushed. And she also saw a woman in a gray maid's outfit. But no royalty.

Luckily, I was handling the responsibility by the firm to take care of his private function and cater to his general goodwill. That translates into picking up the trash and cleaning up the royal boo-boos made by the royalty attending that particular event. If something went wrong, I would be solely responsible. Not only they would fire me, but if it's a royally f*cked up mistake, I would even have to come on local TV and apologise for their royal arses. There was so much at stake for me.