Royalty Writes 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.

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.

she was bored without anything to do at home. Other than visiting her master and her friends at the guest residence, she had nothing else to do. “Why?” Leroy was shocked when he heard this. “I’ve seen 3 people with weird eyes that don’t match up with their species’ eyes and 4 including me.” “The royal vampire king Mateo had green eyes when he should have red eyes. The current royal hunter queen or huntress Carissa had red eyes when she should have green eyes.” “You, a royal prince of werewolf had purple eyes when you should have hazel eyes. I’m a royal princess of the witch, had hazel eyes when I should have purple eyes.”

Ava felt as if her eyes were going to pop out of her head and land on the carpeted floor at his feet. She looked at him in complete horror, her mouth opening and closing like a stranded fish, her heart going so hard and fast it felt as if it were going to come through the wall of her chest. “I-I’m not sure that can be arranged,” she stammered. He gave her a frowning look. “I can’t see why not. After all, I’m now the royal patron of the orphanage. It’s only fair that I give my support in ways other than financial.”

he scoffed, but immediately shut up hearing Christian's furious growl directed at him. "Mind your words, Arnold! Don't forget she is the Royal Beta female."Christian growled, shutting him up. Damn, Royal? I liked the sound of that, but did I care? Absolutely not. "And respect is all that you will give her." I could see Arnold literally glaring at me, wanting nothing to bury me alive. But that only made me smirk at him. Sucks for you, Arnold!

He was bare-chested and the sun rays that traveled in from the window shone on him, complimenting his bare skin and giving his exposed tattoo a heavenly look, He was sipping on a cup of coffee whilst going through a magazine. The magazine had a large silver crown on its cover and the words 'ROYALES' were boldly written on it. He looked hot, to be honest, hotter than the cup of coffee in his hand, and as his eyes darted up immediately and rested on me, a smile spread on his lips. "My princess looks better today and beautiful as always." He complimented me as his eyes studied me from head to toe.

When Camille moved into Summer Valley with her mother, she decided to keep things on a low since it would only be a matter of time before they moved again whenever her mother’s past would come to haunt them. This plan completely crumbles when she falls into the bad side of Aiden, the mysterious and dangerous boy at her school. He begins to target her and make her the butt of his bullying. One school day changes everything, when she gives him a sign without knowing and she gets into an entanglement she never expected, but can’t seem to want to get out of. What happens when she gets to find out the real boy beyond the indifferent mask? Will he let her in, or will he push her away like he does

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the money he received. Known for his lavish way of spending, Chairman Roy had visited many clubs, throwing countless parties out of joy that he had finally signed a contract with King conglomerate. All the money he spent was none other than the money he had received as investment. Because of his lavish spending, it was also one of the things that had affected meeting the written products that were supposed to be produced.

Royalty got a throbbing headache. But he was in a good mood, and so he chased after the paper like a little child. He soon got exhausted, and decided to give up pampering such a naughty piece of paper. The paper wasn't his wife. Shaking his head, the big devil straightened a rumpled line in his sleeves, abandoning the paper. He had only taken a step when the play like breeze blew the paper back to his feet. And opened it up too. Royalty's attention was grabbed. He looked at the paper keenly, and read it even without picking it up.