The Royal Deal Novels & Stories

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

Rivera said with finality as she turned her back from him, tears slid down her face. The guards didn't hesitate before throwing Royal out of the mansion, as he landed face first on the floor and the rain soiled his clothes even further, a black Maybach stopped in front of the gate and Erada stepped out with Draco. " Olivia.." Royal mumbled as he sprang to his feet, a pang of jealousy hit his chest, while his life was on the verge of destruction, the second master had announced that she was his bride to be and she was among the top five heiresses in Green city.

“The challenge begins today. Sixteen couples… each one thoroughly examined and approved.” Cheers erupted. “You will fight for the throne. Only the strongest pair will win the heir title. Only the worthy will rule.” His voice boomed like thunder, shaking hearts. “The first trial will determine who deserves to move forward. Fight with every drop of your blood. That is your duty… and your destiny.” As he stepped away, Beta Eric took the platform, holding a sealed paper with the royal crest. “I know you have all been informed of the basic structure,” he said loudly, “but for clarity, let me repeat the trials briefly.”

he began. The lump returned to my throat. Something serious. What could it be? “At the Summer Solstice Festival, many royals will attend,” he explained, and I nodded. “And royals love…” He tasted the word. “Making deals. Bargains, if you will.” His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine. “Never—and I mean never—make a deal with any of them. They will try to deceive you.” “Of course,” I answered, feeling my eyebrows pull together.

At least, she's not alone. “Queen Clarissa and we, the royal family, are currently working on a ten billion dollars deal and Cameron is the deal ambassador.” “Ah-hhhh!” Her voice didn't ring out as usual, just her lips flipping and her eyes really poked out. “So such a thing happened and I didn't know? They didn't tell me?” “What's that?” Cameron peered through quickly, seeing this, he sprang up in shock. As a strong guy and a conservative one, he rarely showed emotions, seeing him do this, Estella knew it was worse. Her case is really bad.

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.

"That sounds a lot like a 'you' problem. So? My lady? Do we have a deal? Are you gonna make me a spoiled brat?" That was a perfect plan since it was only a cover. The real reason why I wanted a Royal scholarship was that I knew what kind of treatment awaited commoners in a Royal place, Barron was an example, and the Royal scholarship provided me the best weapon: total immunity, I could do whatever I wanted without consequences, but better focus Elizabeth on the financial aspect for now. "Fine then, you'll get it... Do you also want me to be your Sugar mommy as a bonus? Filthy gigolo."

"You and me." "No." Bruce's answer came instantly. Mine did too. "Never." "But you don't know that." "Neither do you." Her eyebrows pulled together. "Damian—" "What makes you think we're a mistake?" She hesitated. Then she looked down at herself. And what came out of her mouth next genuinely confused me. "I have nothing noble to offer you." I stared at her. "What?" "No Royal title. No noble rank. My family isn't among the most wealthy. I'm not a Princess or—"

“When you get Seren back, you’ll sell her to me for $500,000 for the trouble, and we have a deal.” It was an easy choice. I nodded, reached out to shake his hand. “We have a deal.” He gripped my hand hard and pulled me towards him so that we were almost toe-to-toe. “Do not cross me on this, James, or what the Royal Pack has in store for you will look like a day at the park compared to the wrath you’ll face.” Letting go of my hand, he turned and walked out.

"Mr. Clark! You need to see this immediately!" Damian snatched the tablet from her hands, His pupils already constricted as he scanned through the headlines. He looked up, meeting Victoria's questioning gaze. "It seems," he said, "that fate has played right into our hands. The king has collapsed, and the royal family has run into bankruptcy."