Royal Up Novels & Stories

“Fine. I’m in London, at the airport. I had a meeting with the Earl of Sommerfield. He owns a stud farm as well, and we’re collaborating on breeding some horses. I should be in Delhi by tonight, though.” “Wait, did you say the Earl of Sommerfield? As in Jonathan Wright?” Rodrigo’s brow creased. “How do you know him?” “He’s a close friend of my close friend Damien Talbot, the Duke of Kittridge. I’ve met him a few times,” Roy said, sounding very excited. “Such a small world.” “Bloody hell. You know everyone.” His twin was extremely social. Rodrigo was the exact opposite. “That I do,” Roy accepted. “Hmm, so, about Aisha’s birthday?”

While Alexandria stares at the teacher in boredom. "Is he....is he the werewolf King now?" One of the boys ask. And Mrs Fernandes nods. "Indeed he is. Some believe that he has royal blood in his veins, which was last known to be exist in 1800's" "He is called the Royal Prince of werewolves now." While majority were serious. Few girls were snickering. Their next question making Mrs Fernandes furious. "Is the Royal Prince hot Mrs Fernandes?" "Does he look like him?"

"You mean Suhana Aunty's daughter holds the right to property more than me, Anvi, and Arpit, right?" "Yes." Rita didn't wait for any more questions and continued, "Suhana when came back from America we managed to keep her daughter at the safest place. The hiding the truth game continued." "Why?" "Because of your father. Actually, every five years every royal has a meeting in New Delhi on mutually decided premises. There, people from every royal would put forth their problems and agree on possible solutions. Your father was planning to present the idea of eradicating this rule of disowning their children. He wanted Suhana to take forward the legacy of being the heiress. "

For just a moment, I decided to enjoy the view. Around half an hour later, a huge gate with tall boundaries came into view. The buses stopped, and everyone climbed off them. I felt so small standing in front of the huge, tall gate. It was beautiful, like a castle gate, with two huge wolf statues on either side. And on the top of the gate was the nameplate with 'The Royal Academy' written on it. So this was the Royal Academy everyone talked about. It sure had a royal charm, even from the outside.

Honestly, I think I'm in the wrong Royal Manor- no way are these people the viscous King and Queen of Black Shadow Pack I've grown up hearing about. Tuesday morning, I've been here ten days. Almost like a robot, I get out of bed, stretch until my back clicks before pulling on my running clothes. I bought new ones with Alice and I think the dark purple sports top and black running shorts are my favourite. The top ends just above the base of my ribs, beneath my breasts. I make my way towards the front door, tying my hair up as I jog down the stairs. I pass several omegas, who dip their heads with a smile towards me. I skip down the front steps, ignoring the way my wolf warns me about being fol

Proud men like Federico di Altavilla e Portanova didn’t take rejection well, and her rejection of him had been particularly cruel. Federico led her through a wrought-iron gate where an aide was waiting. They talked briefly before the man led the way to a suite of rooms down a long, marbled corridor. The walls were lined with generations of the Royal family… all their eyes seemed to be following Ava as she walked soundlessly by Federico’s side. The aide opened a door leading into a private lounge. The furniture was modern and, although the palace was centuries old, somehow the mix of old and new worked brilliantly.

She will make you take that, which probably will tame you. Uh-oh. That doesn't sound a good idea to me. 'Nor is it to me,' Raja agreed. "In what kingdom are we in?" Lucia whispered to me. "I don't have any idea. How about you?" "If we are brought to the next kingdom after the forest, then we are in West Rail, but if we are brought to the kingdom after that, then we are in Rousiana." Rousiana! That is where the River of Flames can be found!

they murmured. “I welcome you to Royal academy, it nice seeing new faces. You are to obey the rule and regulations of the school, if you caught sneaking out you be punished. Your uniform and book will be in your room, no girl should go the boys hostel vise versa. Any information will be passed into you, any question”

I will learn from this, so that I can infuse the appropriate upscale mentality into the restaurant and make it worthy of that pier, that prestigious location. Tonight, just might be the start of a whole new life for Bailey Storm. Well… Also for Nick Angelini. The royal who wants an heir. From me.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the