Royalty Games Novels & Stories

“You brought a game? Of course you did.” Rich waves a hand, ignoring me as he starts dealing cards. “This isn’t just any game. It’s a masterpiece. A work of art. It’s... Rich’s Rules.” He beams as if he’s just announced the invention of the wheel. “You draw a card, you follow the instructions. Could be a question, could be a dare, could be a shot.” Dante leans back, smirking. “How bad are we talking?”

The party mode completely changed to a duel round between Sandy and Alex who were sitting on the opposite side with so many glasses of drinks. "The game shouldn't have started" Someone commented as a fact. It's a drink-it-out-the-game. One should drink the glass if one disagrees with whatever they say. And just like that, everyone gets out of the game leaving Sandy and Alex who has equal points now. They got more glasses now only with the motive to win this game at any cost.

“We’ve been expecting you. Everything is prepared exactly as requested. Right this way.” The security team parted like waves at his signal, and we were led down a private corridor off the main floor, Camila's arm curled in mine as if she was born to be here. And she was. We came for La Sombra, the annual high-stakes game of Ruleta de Sangre, a twisted version of roulette that was old-school and brutal; no cameras, no civilians. Just the who’s who of the underworld, watching one another over cigars and fortunes, where losing meant more than money, and winning bought you weeks of silence in the right circles.

Jennifer thought then stepped up really close to Royalty invading her personal space "You're the bitch he was falling all over." Here comes the beef! Wait how does Jenn know Lucario and what the heck is going on? "I've got a name Jennifer." Royalty maintained her cool self "It's Lady Royalty Lemeire and Lucario only drooled over me because he's after virgins not showgirls." Ouch! She aimed for the slutty behavior. Jennifer seemed to turn red. "What made you say he wanted you?" Jennifer asked with venom in her voice Royalty looked at her expressionless.

And for the first time, I really fucking looked at him. Black fur. Pure fucking black. My attention snapped to his eyes. Golden. Bright, unmistakable golden eyes stared back at me. Something inside me went completely still. What the fuck? “Damian.” Bruce had noticed it too. Of course he had. Black fur. Golden eyes. There were characteristics certain bloodlines carried. Traits that could appear throughout generations and occasionally surprise the hell out of everyone. But those two together? No. Black fur and golden eyes belonged to Royal wolves. They were the physical mark of our bloodline.

my assistant said. “A high rank?” Lisa stated. “Yes.” she replied. “And, how long will this take?” “Sorry?” my assistant asked at my question. “The entire game.” “As long as required. There are three winners but only one royalty. Whoever catches the eyes of the King becomes his Queen automatically. She is the leader of the board.” she replied. “I see.” I replied with thoughts on the one that could lead me to my parents. The King. “The three winners are all breeders of aristocrats that wield power, right?” Lisa said in a curious tone.

Asmy trails and continue "You can only rule by blood there, and this Aamal happens to be the sole heir, she had an older brother, but he died and it was their mother that was the previous Queen" "What about their Father" Nawal asked. "Well they inherited Royalty from their Mother, their father is one of the council people, that's what happens there, if a woman happens to be the Queen, her husband will work beside her in the council, right from the ancient times since you can only rule by my blood, they happens to have more Queens than Kings". Nawal chuckle in what seems to be pity for herself, the little she know, the more scared she become. Turning to gaze at her husband, his face is just b

“You’ve earned it. Just don’t break anything this time.” “We make no promises,” Tyler said, grinning. ⸻ Later – The Games Room The royal games room buzzed with energy as the teens piled in. The walls were lined with polished wooden shelves, card tables, vintage arcade machines, and one long, sleek table for tower challenges — their favorite game, which involved stacking enchanted rune stones by speed and strategy until the tower either collapsed or reached the ceiling. Gabby dove for the controls of a retro hoverball game, dragging Cato along with her. “You’re playing.”

She swallowed, her body suddenly remembering its previous weakness. "No, you are not." Rebekah grasped her face. "You are not." "What would getting married to him do? It would only turn mother against him and she could hurt him even more." "Depends on when she finds out about it." Rebekah grinned. "Have you been gone so long you have forgotten the custom of your own home?" "What are you talking about." "Polygamy is forbidden here, especially in the royal family. They see it as a sure way to ensure an heir is produced. So female or male, royals are only allowed one husband. You can't marry another while your first is still alive."

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.