Royal Troubles Novels & Stories

Knowledge flashed deep within them, and I reminded myself that I didn't truly know Viktor. "The game was started long before I was born, it's about time I joined. Don't you think?" I frowned at him. It was no secret most Royal's did what they could to attain and maintain power. There were loads of scandals throughout my lifetime. Children from affairs, political schemes, even vague death's. Being a Royal was a game of cunning. Knowing who to trust and playing your cards right, never giving someone the upper-hand. My Mom was very open about the game Royal's played, explaining how dangerous they could be. She explained how they dug for dirt on anyone, and they always had other meanings to thei

Spice asked in a broken voice and Royal stood up "Hey,are you crazy? What are you talking about??....." "Yes I'm crazy!! I'm crazy in love with you!! Why can't you see?!!!" Spice screamed. "Geez" Royal groaned and roughed his hair. "Where are you?" He asked. "I'm home" Spice replied. "I'm coming okay? Don't do anything stupid" Royal muttered and hung up. "You're going to her?" Angel asked. "She might do something crazy....."

It was published thirty minutes ago. The article read: ROYAL FAMILY UNDER SCRUTINY FOR ALLEGED DOUBLE STANDARD AND INVOLVEMENT IN SCANDALOUS AFFAIRS. In a shocking expose that has sent shockwaves through the corridors of power, allegations have emerged suggesting a double standard within the esteemed Royal Family. Recent revelations paint a troubling picture of duplicity and compromise, calling into question the integrity of the monarchy and its connections with the controversial Hayland.

--- Silent Suffering At the door, the royal family watched in silence. Isabella’s nails dug into her palms until they drew blood, her body trembling with the effort of holding back sobs. Margaret buried her face in her handkerchief, tears soaking through the fabric. King Zubrel stood rigid, his fists clenched behind his back, his royal composure masking the storm raging inside him.

Few minutes later, the golf course of the Stoermers of Michigan that was lively earlier was left with empty seats. Everyone was gone. Carlos was dead. Tristan was diagnosed with a weird sickness of eating mud. The ranking of the eight great royal families would have a change in terms of power soon. Many people went back to make preparation or adjust their strategies for the change. There was no trivial matter among the royal families. They fought, schemed and deceived each other all the time. Whether in the field of business or martial arts, there would always be fierce, bloody competition.

"Oh! Marco stop it. Aren't you tired of trying to ruin our relationship? Aren't you tired of trying to break us up. If you aren't tired, I am. I am tired of listening to this day after day. What exactly is your problem?" Marco stood up and moved closer to him. "You! You are my problem. Are you that daft?! Zuerien, tell me. Don't you know true love when you see one?" "Oh! Spare me the gist, love expert. You have no business whatsoever with my life." "I do. I have a business with your life." "Really?" "Yes." "Tell me then. Tell me what business you have with my life." "One, you are risking the future of this kingdom by giving The Crown to that greedy being. Two, I am your elder brother and I s

He couldn’t deny the fact that there was an actual tragedy happens and a threat as well that may catch him up in a trap that they just intend to execute him when he was young. Thirteen years ago, the royals are busy chitchatting in the grand hall with each other while making an exchange peck on each of their cheeks. The dresses they wear are made by an expensive silk and every women’s hair are designed with beaded pearls. Everyone’s entertained with the lovely music that are played by an orchestra.

It's been days since I last saw Demitri. Like he promised, he never saw me again. Which on the contrary should suppose to make me glad, but why do it felt like I am missing something every single day? "A royal decree is issued!" someone shouted in the tavern's door. "Royal decree?" Thiara looked confused. Everyone went out. If it's a royal decree then it's something that concerns everyone. "What could it be? This is sudden..." I heard the murmurs.

he asked his official council. “I am afraid not, Your Serene Highness,” the senior official answered soberly. “The coronation plans are still in place but it makes things rather difficult.” He had no time for someone stating the obvious. Federico knew what was at stake here. The security of his own country and the continuation of the Altavilla e Portanova dynasty. The Royal Star diamond was part of the biggest unique red diamond ever existed that had been cut in two, as a way to punish a royal family torn apart by foolish pride and its lust for power. It was also the icon of the Royal House of Altavilla e Portanova.

As always, he just had to hit the bull’s eye. “What can I say? I AM about to get my hands on something. By nook or crook.” Besides, it was high time the queen returned to her throne! ~~~ KENYA POV Two weeks. Two bloody, long weeks of my mind replaying my meeting with Royal on a broken loop and refusing to cut me some slack. Gosh, I needed a fucking breather. Royal was once again destroying the peace in my world and all he had to do was spring out from the hell he had been stuffed in and start spewing that nonsense about missing me and stuff.