Royal Trash Novels & Stories

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

I couldn’t keep up the headlines. “It’s trending on Twitter, every social media, gossip sites, morning talk shows. Everywhere.” He showed me on the iPad, swiping every page. They were all the same. "They call her A Royal Wrecker. Hashtag #RoyalWreckerBitch. My apology for the word, Your Highness.” I grabbed the remote from Marko, turning the volume loud. My heart sunk. My skin went cold as ice.

“Raine is none of your concern. King Reginald stood abruptly, his tall frame imposing. “He is very much our concern if he interferes with your royal duty. Refuse this marriage, and we will destroy him. Publicly. We will expose every transaction, every late night visit. The media will paint him as a gold digging whore who seduced the prince. His life will be ruined, school, reputation, everything. And you… you will be stripped of your title and inheritance if you continue this.” The words hit Daniel like a physical blow. He stared at his father, chest heaving. For a moment, the grand study felt really suffocating, the weight of centuries of royal expectation pressing down on him.

"I just can't believe I have been moving about with royalty all this time and never knew it." "Hey, I left the crown behind when I escaped. There is no royalty left in me." "Mhm. You think I forgot how you fussed on those beds we slept on in the motels or how picky you were with food? Even when you shopped for outfits at the thrift store, you picked out the most suitable clothes, stylish and elegant." "Oh." "Mhm. You spoke posh and still do, but it's less obvious now." She punched him, and he coughed. "I always thought you were from old money, but being a princess was far from my mind."

It was clear from the start that Aunt Trish did not approve of royalty. “I suppose,” she said, eyes on me from across the wrought iron table dressed with a red and white checkered tablecloth, “that’s it’s easy to gift a dot of land to rogues when you have a personal backyard that extends to the horizon.” She glared into the admittedly large royal gardens with disapproval. My chest caved at the comment, even as Riley chastised his aunt under his breath. “These are the people who have taken me in, who help rogues.”

AT MY PLACE. Yes_you_suck YAY! PARTY! Will_the_devil SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, BUT, ROYAL WEDDINGS CAN TAKE PLACE ONLY AT THE PALACE. Cereal_killer ... I_love_my_mommy ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... THAT'S EVEN BETTER ISN'T IT? Cereal_killer YASS! WE GET TO SEE THE PALACE AND TASTE THE RICH PEOPLE FOOD. Yes_you_suck

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

She stares at my dark complexion and frail body as if she is looking at a diseased stray dog dying in the gutters of Ebonhaven. I let out a harsh, bitter grunt. I know these royal parasites are incapable of letting anything clean leave their mouths. Any high-born bitch walking alongside Freya is guaranteed to be a piece of pure garbage. They will always do whatever dirty work it takes to please the Alpha's daughter, using my broken lineage as their personal footstool.

I only languidly left the house when the afternoon rolled around, hailing a cab to Lowen Group. As expected, Hunter was leading a group of people and causing a scene on the first floor of the building. "I'll have you know that you're no longer the heir of a prestigious family, Justin. You need to learn how to conduct yourself properly when you're around me in the future." Hunter grabbed a chair and smashed it against the glass coffee table. The broken shards were scattered all across the floor. After Lowen Group filed for bankruptcy, all the employees were laid off, so the building was completely deserted.