The Royal Deal Novels & Stories

Ace asked in Spanish, surprising the men. “Tu hablas español?” “Si… muy bien.” He leaned into his chair. “Again, what business deal is it?” He asked and the frontman’s eyes darted from him to Audrey. She felt uneasy about it but maintained a cool and collected countenance. “She’s my queen and my favorite business partner. You have nothing to worry about. Besides, we’re married.” He grinned as he raised his left hand. He assured them and they all had smiles on their faces.

It fell to my waist and Sadie couldn’t stop running her hands through them with an occasional “wow” I would love to dress in my usual jeans and t-shirts but we were provided with gowns that were ‘befitting’ to meet the royals. They made it clear that we were to dress with class around here and we were to be of utmost decorum. We would not be meeting the king today, he is a very busy man and he just lost his father a week ago so he is still not in his best mood. I kind of felt relieved after I learned that. Much as I would like to meet the almighty werewolf king, I was pretty skeptical about it. It is a big deal and with all the stories I’ve heard about him, he’s the strongest being in the we

She added, "Royal Financial Group won't be overturned. Let these people make a fuss. It's the perfect chance to weed out the problematic shareholders. We'll kick out who we can and gradually dilute the power of those we can't. It's basically pest control for us." Robin looked at Summer in shock. "Ms. Hartford, how do you know Royal Financial Group won't be overturned?" Summer teased, "Just a guess. Mr. Cohen, do you want to make a bet with me? 200 dollars!" "200 dollars?" Robin was at a loss. He suddenly felt like he was playing house with a little kid. It had been many years since he made any deals worth less than 2,000 dollars. "Are you scared of losing?" Summer asked.

Her smile drops for half a second, just a flash of irritation, before she repastes it and laughs louder at whatever Nate says. Teenage cruelty wearing silk. I hate it here. A councilman steps forward, posture formal, eyes sweeping the room like he’s counting resources. “Ladies,” he announces, “and honored guests. Tonight marks the beginning of the royal introduction season. In light of the realm’s instability and the rising rogue threat, the Crown has arranged structured opportunities for the eligible princes to meet each summoned female.” Structured opportunities. That’s one way to say: we’re going to sort you like inventory.

Managing to dodge the trap and arriving at the gate, she announced her arrival and was soon usher into the palace by him who seemed intrigued to see an old ally standing in front of him. "Well, hello there," he says, standing up to meet her. "I heard you are becoming queen now," he says, offering her a seat. "Yes, I am," Rachel proudly accepts, taking her seat. "So what's bringing a royal like you here," he asked, going straight to the point. "I want to strike a deal with you," she replied. "A deal with me, sorry but I don't trade with the outside world, because here in my kingdom, I have everything a man would ever need," he boasted.

The Headline That Shattered the Set The article hit the internet at noon, spreading across social media like a digital wildfire. It was titled A Dynasty Secured: Inside the Preparations for the Wedding of the Century. The piece featured a staged photo of a glowing Priscilla Rossi holding a vintage Mordrake heirloom, accompanied by a detailed timeline of the upcoming engagement gala. The text spoke of a "union of old-world power and modern elegance," confirming that the Sovereign, Alexander Mordrake, had finally chosen his queen to stabilize the family’s global interests.

she asked, squirming under his gaze. “You know, that’s funny.” He took a step closer to her, almost trapping her between himself and the bar, “I could swear that the gorgeous woman who was accepting an award for creating a cure for Diabetes wore this exact same royal blue dress,” His finger ran along the shoulder strap of her dress, ever so often his fingertips brushed her skin, lighting a fire in its path. “And she had this same sapphire pendant displayed proudly around her neck.” He caught the necklace between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the stone between them as he stared her deep in the eye. “Wouldn’t you agree, Doctor Sierra Brightly?” Sierra’s breath hitched audibly when he menti

Fulfilling that notion he’s had of us dating. We’re well beyond dating, of course. We’re having a baby. But aside from us sleeping together when our crossroads intersect, the fact that I’m becoming familiar with his closest people, and he’s learned all about my past and my present—as well as my future desires—and we’ve developed a comfortable ying-yang scenario… We haven’t actually been out on real dates. For a moment, I get stuck on what that would involve, honestly. Do royals go to the movies with the masses? Or do they rent out a theatre for a “private” viewing? (Obviously, private is a relative term because security detail would be on-hand.)

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.

The news broke before sunrise. My phone buzzed with alerts, and when I rolled over to check, the headline glared at me in bold letters: “King Industries Secures Hartford Mega-Deal, Outsmarts Callahan Global.” I sat up, heart pounding. The Hartford deal had been the holy grail of corporate warfare for months. Billions on the table, international influence, entire economies shifting depending on whose hand closed it. Damien had been the frontrunner—or so everyone thought. Until now.