Royal Troubles Novels & Stories

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

“I hope so, Grand Duchess. Because the realm needs you to succeed… I wish you success.” Then, as if remembering an old ache, he muttered with a tired shake of his head, “But my primary chaos is His Highness, the Crown Prince. He is off on one of his spontaneous disappearances again. He vanished last week. I’ve aged twenty years chasing after him. He never listens.” A soft chuckle escaped me, genuine this time. “Whenever he disappears like this, I‘ve heard he either returns with honor… or treasure. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

“Huge, actually. Just… Not overnight. Can you bear with me for the immediate future, and I’ll let you in on the plans when I can?” “I like the view. So, yeah. I’ll stick around. Do what you need to do, Bailey.” “Everyone likes the view,” I mumble as I walk away. That is the least of my concerns. It’s the rest of the damn restaurant that’s the problem. But I’ve got my own issues to contend with at the moment, and they involve making myself presentable for a royal. Correction: Making my naked self presentable for a royal. And just as I’m considering this, Claire calls me.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

"This...young noble, it's just that, my men are not convinced, there's still one matter." Jake stood proper and waved his hand gently, "what's the matter, just say it." "The matter is like this, there's still no concrete proof of your lordship." "I see, one minute," Jake said and turned to look at the royal family, Jake lifted his arm up and kept it there. The royal family stood there with complex expressions, closely staring at Jakes performance. "It's just...I don't get it, why aren't the people rioting?" "Strange," Terah said with an arm resting on his chin, "they nearly bit me off the last time I went down there."

The royals seem like an interesting lot of people. "The last royal mate couple who was ambushed by the rogue and were murdered brutally," elder Raoul continues to explain with a hint of sadness in his tone. "Oh! I didn't know," I exclaim trying to connect it with the appearance of a witch spy in our school. "What do you know about the royal wolves?" Elder Alarick asks making me think. "I only know that a large number of wolves were killed in the royal war that is when the rogues attacked the royals in an ambush and that today, there is no living royal among us." I tell them.

Many times he would take advantage of Miller's gentle nature and try to bully his elder brother around, but anytime the people around the royal house notice that the boys are arguing, before a big fight could ensue between the two, they quickly called the attention of the king to what is going on and he finds ways to settle their dispute. Despite how King George ruled the kingdom peacefully, his major headache happened to be from his own home – his second son. All the wisdom he applied to save his home appeared fruitless which sets him in despair. This worries the king and his wife so much and that was the situation for so many years – even when the boys grew up to become youths. One would t

"I want our parents to believe what's going on between us.. and of course Raphael." "But you said-" "Don't continue that, Logan." She patted my shoulder and walked away. I walked towards her and held her hand. "Don't you want to be with Raphael?" I asked her curiously. "It's complicated." She sighed. "We both suck huh?" "That's the perks of being royal, Logan. We can't just.. fall in love with anyone we like. It's hard but I can't back off from it and so do you." She said as she leaned her head to my shoulder.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

“When I asked for the whole story, this was the last thing I expected you to lay at my feet.” “It’s a lot, I know.” “A princess. It’s such a strange word on my tongue.” She chuckled. “Are you saying I can’t pull it off? You haven’t seen me in a ballgown or a crown.” He laughed. “No. I definitely can see you in that. It’s just shocking to be dating royalty—and even more shocking learning how you were treated. I want to be fascinated by who you are, but I can't dissociate how you were treated. I don’t know what to say about your parents’ behaviour.”