Royal Trash Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Jane licked her lips. “You need to stop thanking me now” He chuckled, a strange finality in his tone that she didn't understand at all. Tristan had to be one of the most uncommon Prince ever. He didn’t care for age-old Royal traditions, held a particular disdain of nobility when he would be taking over the throne soon. She hoped one day she’ll be able to figure him out. “Oh...” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “The Queen wants to see you.” *** Facebook: The Scripturient (Join “San_2045 squad”, a private group on Facebook to be the first one to know everything!) Instagram: San_2045

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?"

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.