Royalty Surname Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

"And you're one of them?" "As you can see what happened after the war, most of the old royalties are back to rule their former empires. Europe is now ruled by the House of Hanover, the House of Hapsburg, and the House of Bernadotte. Royalties feel entitled to rule the world. It's been that way since the beginning of time if you haven't noticed. They believe they were the direct descendants of the superior race. Think about it. If they were just normal humans, what gave them the power to control others?"

Starting with the background of their family. All rumors about her family associated with drugs or how they are right hands of high government officials were all lies rather they were a family of Royals. Read that again. Royals. All this time I was friends to a royal, before we head on with excitement. She tells us they are not the Royals that we call Kings, Queens and prince or princesses because her family refused being one. Their social ranking status were Duke and Duchess, Just below the King and Queen. Ever since her Grandpa died because of old age, they decided to leave the life of luxury. Even so, the title was still passed down so by law they are still richer than what we actually th

"What do you want Angelo Angels" asked the other male in a monotonous tone, his cheeks was grim, the angelic sexy male was surprised before he smiled "I guess you really remembered everything and even everything that your ancestors knew about the household, yes our real surname is not Alessandro but Angels, Alessandro was my ancestor and the first ruler to come out from his throne and started this plan of ours, he is the first and seeing that it's a better name to take to hide more from... some prying eyes we took it so basically it's also our name" he smiled as he explained.

Alex Rockefeller suddenly laughed. “You mentioned a royal bloodline. Which royal bloodline were you referring to? Since the dawn of time until the golden era of America, I don’t recall there ever was an emperor by the name of Stoermer,” he said. “Do you mean during the Dark Ages? Wait a second. That can’t be right. The Dark Ages emperor has Charlemagne as his surname, not Stoermer. I happen to know an emperor by the name of Rockefeller as recorded in history. Hehe! Senior, this means that you’re truly a descendant of a royal bloodline, and you are of very noble status… Your life is probably worth more than 100 million dollars!” Walz Fleur said.

I muttered and he chuckled. “I'm wealthy thanks to living so long but I'm not royalty,” he said plainly. “How can you be under the sunlight if you aren't royalty?” Grinning slightly he bowed his head and said, “I'm a royal bastard of one of the original vampire royal families. I was told my father was Caesar Ivan Vladimir Romonav. My dear mother was his servant, Mary Beth Hawkins. You would have learned about him had you attended pack school,” he explained and I was intrigued. “You took your mother's surname?”

the butler asked. “I never got your name?” Prince Deacon held out his hand to shake Emily’s father’s hand already knowing that it was her father. “Alfred Bryon.” her father shook Prince Deacon’s hand. ‘That explains why I mated with Emily,’ Prince Deacon thought, recognizing the surname as a royal surname from the 1800s. “Do you know that you are a descendant of royalty?” Prince Deacon asked, making small talk while Wynn walked around in the living room, studying his surroundings; the blush rose wallpaper, the Victorian furniture, and the ornaments.

The room burst into laughter. “My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in.