Royal Trash Novels & Stories

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?"

Morgan confessed after the guilt became too much for her, and the Miller family was left with a plumbing bill and one extremely unfortunate hamster retrieval. I looked down at my sleeping mate. “You were a fucking menace.” Nothing. But I could almost picture those dimples appearing while she defended herself. Then another thought came to me. Our pups. Goddess help the Eastern Kingdom. They'd be little fucking Tasmanian devils. With Morgan's talent for getting into trouble and my childhood inability to sit still for longer than five seconds, we'd probably need an entire team of royal guards assigned specifically to keeping our children alive. The Palace was fucked.

Why should Wendy get to drive a Rolls-Royce? But since Stanley didn't want to discuss it, there was no point in pushing the topic further. Suppressing her anger, Jessica said, "Stanley, I heard you moved to Royale Residences. I'd love to check it out." Trish chimed in, eager as well. "I've heard a unit there costs over 10 million. I'd love to see it too!" Stanley didn't object, and the luxurious car headed toward Royale Residences. Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce Phantom came to a stop at Royale Residences. Jessica stepped out of the car. "Wow, this place is so luxurious!"

Summer shot back without thinking. Probably because of what happened in her past life, she naturally felt safer when she was around Mason. She tended to let her guard down around him. Mason didn't even lift his head. After finishing with her wrist, he carefully applied medicine before wrapping it gently in soft gauze. He said, "Royal Financial Group started off as a luxury brand. After I took over, I expanded into other industries. Now, my uncles want to separate the original business from the rest, leaving me with only the newer ventures."

LUCAS’S MANSION: LIVING ROOM Leila sat in the middle of the plush leather couch, her eyes fixed on the large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The headlines flashed in bold letters: ROYALS ARRESTED FOR MULTIPLE CRIMES. The images accompanying the news showed Monica and Robert Royal being led out of their mansion in handcuffs. Their faces, once filled with arrogance and power, were now masks of shock and humiliation.

But I can tell by the slightest flicker of emotion in his eyes that he's grateful for my presence. The royal cemetery has an entrance made of gold with multicolored flowery plants growing by the way. The gravestones are made of shiny porcelain with the names of the dead ones written in gold. The royal undertakers are dressed in white robes as they carry the coffin containing the dead Queen's corpse. Zeron looks away just as she is lowered into the ground while Talon watches with glossy eyes.

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.