Royally Screwed Book Novels & Stories

Her shirt was plain white, but her shorts had blue bands running from the waist to the hem. “Which shade.” “That’s just diabolical. You know I don’t know because you don’t have one.” “I do.” She fibbed. “Which is it.” “Royal.” She replied after a long pause, wiggling her eyebrows, and he erupted in laughter as soon as he made the connection.

"It wasn't difficult to steal the heart of the ruler of the Beauty Corporation." "You're a good heart stealer, Leon."

She says, then turn to us. “Meet your Royals, ” she starts to introduce all eight of them to us one after the other. The Princess was the one who spoke initially. She is very pretty and not so friendly, she has long blonde hair and she reeked of elegance. Then she introduced the other nobles at the table and then finally, the second prince. Prince Louis. He seemed friendly to me, as a matter of fact he got to his feet almost immediately and walked towards us, me in particular.

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

The grand chandelier above twinkled, as if the heavens themselves had descended to witness the royal family’s daily spectacle. At the far end of the table, Prince Carl slouched in his chair, one arm draped lazily across the backrest, his other hand swirling the contents of his wine glass. He wasn’t drinking—only moving the red liquid in slow circles, as though it were something to control when he couldn’t control his life. His hair was slightly tousled, his dark suit jacket open, a picture of casual arrogance. Across from him sat Ariel, posture perfect, her chin tilted proudly toward the ceiling. She wasn’t touching the food either—merely tracing the rim of her coffee cup with one manicured

He was simply stating facts, and that made them hurt more. “I want to prove myself,” I said quietly. “I need to. For Adele. For the crown that was taken from me.” Tyson flicked ash from the cigarette. “Good. Because I need you to prove it too.” He looked at me directly. “Do you know about the Black Book?” I shook my head. “No.” He took one last drag and dropped the cigarette into the water. It hissed and disappeared. “It’s a book that holds the darkest secrets of the royal family. It will deliver the royal family straight to my hands.”

Zora held it out to me, "this belongs to you." I gingerly held the book between my fingers in fear it would disintegrate to ash if I was too rough. The leather on this book had been embroidered with purple thread—the image of a howling wolf's head being formed. If I listened closely enough, I could make out faint whispers coming from the book—a cacophony of different sounds urging me to do one thing: open the book. "The wings called to him the way the wolf calls to you," Zora explained. She moved to exit the room with one last statement, "Only one person would make a better queen than you and when it comes time for them to rule, you will be proud."

I'm glad you're feeling better, Royal. I sat down across from him, settling into the plush armchair, still unable to contain my excitement. "You know, while I was at the library today, I read one explicit book. I couldn't help but think about you," I said, hinting at the naughty thoughts I'd been having. The Alpha's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, really?" he replied, his voice laced with playful curiosity. "And what were you thinking about, my dear Royal?"

"You don't have anything to say?" Rosalind shrugged finally, her words coming out casually. "Fine. I went to the library and I ended up looking at a book. What is the big deal?" What was the big deal? Was she kidding me? Sacrilegious texts like these had been banned and it took common sense to know that when one was a royal, the person was under far more scrutiny than an average person. I bit out my words almost harshly. "You are a Princess now. The council wants you ousted, the last types of books you should be reading are books that spread rogue propaganda."