Royal Trash の小説・ストーリー

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

Rebecca interrupted their moment, awe in her voice as she stared at the sleek vehicle in front of her. Tristan answered after a short gap of silence, sounding as if he isn't entirely sure whether he even wants to answer. “You wouldn’t want to know.” “Please, I do!” “Uhh... thirty-five? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that's, my car count.” Jane gaped at him. It’s instead cliché, and indeed, more than one person needs. But then again he’s a Royal Prince. Of course, he would require to own atleast more than a dozen to show off his wealth. If that’s something, the Royals do.

It's trash_inlove Till the next Adios.

My little Trisha is missing… she’s somewhere, and the person who has her right now is very evil indeed. But it’s not the driver of this car, who is slumped over the steering wheel moaning. I snap out of my horror just long enough to notice that this car is very familiar. It has come from Gene’s fleet of cars from the royal garage of Black Rock, the cars I’ve often used myself for various trips out of the castle since I’d begun staying there for that stupid competition. Well, it wasn’t stupid in the sense that I got to meet Rose, which probably would have been impossible before, but the last thing on my mind right now was being the next Alpha King.

After all, this was Royal Elite they were talking about. Robert, in particular, kept gulping nervously. He had just finished demonstrating his supposed superiority over Felix, and now his face stung with embarrassment. Royal Elite was beyond anything he could dream of—even his father had once tried to use their service for a valuable item. However, he declined when they quoted a three-million-dollar delivery fee. Felix remained quiet, examining the exquisite box with its lifelike engravings and what appeared to be gold plating. The box alone looked valuable enough to fetch a significant price. The room's atmosphere finally lightened when Vanessa arrived.

The matter truly was sensitive because it dated all the way back to a royal tragedy. "So what you're saying is that the same poison which was used to kill the royals, is the same one used on those wolves?" Kayla asked, needing clarification. "Yes." Leon answered before anyone else could, "I thought any trace of it was wiped away." Ingrid commented. "It seems someone managed to get a hold it somehow." Madison, Tristan's mate said. "And the question is who?" Tristan added. "I'm guessing the search is on for that person." "Where would we even begin?"

"Take your trash and get the hell away from me." The moment the ceremony ended, I went straight home. My official acceptance letter from the Royal Academy of Healing was sitting on the living room table, right next to a one-way first-class ticket to London. A wave of relief washed over me. I went to my room and pulled out a massive suitcase. I moved quickly, packing only the clothes and books I actually needed. Then, I started clearing out the junk. Everything Damien had ever given me—the designer bags, the expensive dresses, the matching accessories, even our photos—I threw it all into trash bags without a second thought.

CASPIAN I slipped back onto the bed, my limbs heavy from frustration, the air in my room thick with something I couldn’t quite define. N*****x was still running—my last failed attempt at distraction. As I reached for the remote, something new appeared under “Popular Now.” Young Royals. I had seen the name floating around before but never gave it much thought. Swedish royalty. Coming-of-age. Boys falling for each other under the weight of the crown. My curiosity won over caution at the tags, but still, I clicked play.

He rose now with his face set hard, his arms folding across his chest and his voice carrying the specific weight of someone who did not speak often in open rooms but expected to be heard when he did. "Disgraceful." He said it with no additional decoration, because the word was carrying everything he needed it to carry. "The future king of Bahamas bedding another man. In the palace, probably on the eve of his coronation." He looked around at the other council members. "This royal family is ruined for real." The murmuring that swept through the hall at this moment was not quiet.

Firstly it was Royalty who had gotten married out of the blue, now it was his stupid shadow. Royalty had chosen a stupid woman, Fine! But Mercury? She was completely disappointed. " What's the meaning of these nonsense? " The old woman's glare was bone chilling. " Do you think you could just easily bring any smelling trash you picked from the dustbin into our home as a wife? " " Mercury, does this look like an orphanage to you? What the hell is this nonsense? " Ciara was perplexed. Did this dirty old hag just call her trash? A for audacity! How dare she?