Royalty Games Novels & Stories

prince was happy to see it the first time then he got inside the casino prince:- I like I fall in love with this casino prince sit in a chair and waiting for some to play with after he minutes later a gang show up they ready to play with him prince:- hi do you want to play this card game with me boss:- yes I will play with you. I think you are new here and I am the founder of this casino then the boss sits in a chair arranging all the cards like a pro boss:- how much do you want to play with the prince:- sorry to disappoint you I don't have money but I have my only watch which is very expensive. my royal friend gift me boss:- so you selling your friendship. this must be 50,000$ if it is genu

“I don’t know what games you’re trying to play, but I’m not interested.” “Games?” Dominique asks, his voice deep and rich. “You seriously think I bought shares from a hospital that cost me millions of dollars just because I want to play a game with you? You can’t be that daft, Robyn.” “Then, what’s this? What do you want? Sex?” “Sex? Is that what you want?” Dominique asks, tilting his head to the side. I burst into a chuckle, still staring up at this man. Fuck, he’s corny.

ADESSA. I was not able to sleep at all last night. After Father left my room, I asked Danielle about the Royal Games. She confessed to me she didn’t know the full extent of the event and that what she knew was just hearsay or stories passed on. The Royal Games were not practiced for many decades because no princess had been born in the Royal Family for a long time. And it seemed the King was reviving the tradition because of my existence. Danielle told me what she knew about the game—it was open only for unmated Alphas, regardless of age. Unmated Alphas were those who were never married, as well as widowed or divorced.

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.

she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

At 2 p.m., I stood at the bank counter to report a lost debit card. I'd lost it the week before and hadn't gotten around to replacing it. Evie Reynolds, the teller, took my ID, pulled up my information, and suddenly paused. "Sir, there's a recurring patent royalty payment under your name. Would you like to link it to your new card?" I froze. "What patent royalty payment?" She turned the screen toward me. I squinted at it for three seconds, my mind going blank.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

CASPIAN I slipped back onto the bed, my limbs heavy from frustration, the air in my room thick with something I couldn’t quite define. N*****x was still running—my last failed attempt at distraction. As I reached for the remote, something new appeared under “Popular Now.” Young Royals. I had seen the name floating around before but never gave it much thought. Swedish royalty. Coming-of-age. Boys falling for each other under the weight of the crown. My curiosity won over caution at the tags, but still, I clicked play.

Dan Brown remembered something and said, "Mr Lance, you said before, that you would fund the games. How will we find time to attack the royals and also attend the games?" Jake answered nonchalantly, "ofcourse I will fund the games. According to the flyers, the wedding starts in the morning and the games in the afternoon. So, we will take down the royals in the morning." Everyone nodded in thought. Just then, an official ran over and said, "Mr Larson sir, I couldn't help but overhear, did you say you will fund the games?" When they heard this, the crowd exclaimed in excitement. "That's right, I will fund the games myself."

Uttering the names of the royal family with no benevolence means treason and death awaits at the end. How can this mere human exactly still living?! Noah wondered in obscurity as he looked at Margaret with a solemn face. He hem as he took the pleasure to respond instead of Yseah. "You must have misunderstood Lady Margaret but this is no game at all. It isn't exactly just a measly fray of werewolves thats just playing swords. It's a prestigious competition once in a blue moon when a new heir of the throne will be crowned. Thus, its not fun at all..." he then showed a hollow smile at the end which was anticipated into a scowling face by Margaret.