The Royal Movie Novels & Stories

A decision he was now regretting. Coming out of the royal airport, Storm and Maggie walked to a flagged car that was waiting for them just outside the jet, it represented the royal family . His cousin was the wife of the crown prince of the empire . He came to do business with the prince but his cousin asked him to come a day earlier because of a festival that is to occur. When they arrived at the royal palace , Maggie gasped as her eyes ventured around through the window of the car . The palace was the modernized type with a lot of greenery and technology. Storm's lips quaked, 'cousin you are living the Cinderella dream. '

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.

He looks incredibly handsome and regal, and while I don't think I look too bad, I definitely won't be in the same league as him. What about the royal family? The two older princes look like movie stars, more so their wives. And the King and Queen? They carry themselves with so much power and charisma, I tried to avoid thinking of actually meeting them. I have a lot of questions and doubts, and the now-familiar knot in my gut has tightened again, so much that I don't think it will ever leave.

"Dear Miss Rathore, I couldn't help but feel compelled to give you the dress and a camera as an apology from my side for the pool accident. I hope you will accept it and grace me with your generosity." Pool accident? Matsyaa's eyes widened and realization dawned on her. 'Oh, so this is from the crown prince.' "Ranvijay!" She whispered the name and rolled the edict back, blinking at Veer and Arpan. "This is from Ranvijay Raghuvanshi. The crown prince?" "The one and only," Veer tilted his chin up and looked at Arush scornfully. "It's strange how people are unaware of our identity here in our land itself."

"His career is finished." "He did it to himself," Jake replied, though he felt no satisfaction in Marcus's downfall. "We just made sure the truth came to light." A knock at their front door interrupted the moment. Jake went to answer it, finding a courier with an elegant envelope bearing the seal of Buckingham Palace. "For Miss Amity Jenkins," the courier announced formally. Amity opened the envelope with trembling fingers, her eyes widening as she read the contents. "What is it?" Jake asked. "An invitation," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The Queen is requesting a private performance at Windsor Castle. She wants to hear the piece that 'represents the triumph of authentic artis

Their jaws were on the floor, so many shocking factors there. “And?” Conri asked after snapping out of it. His heart was drumming hard because as hard as he tried to hide it, seeing his cousin like that killed him. There was nothing he did not try to help his cousin but he had begun accepting that the Brum he raised and ruled with for so many years was gone. “Mate with their princess.” The Royal Beta finished off with the couple’s jaws dropping even lower than they had thought possible. Their brains were fried, mouth opening and closing all at once. All they could do was watch Beta Brum stride to the door which he opened and closed after him with such force it snapped those left in the room

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.)

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

I must come up with a plan immediately. *** The hall was in no time filled with people, the news and the social media platforms were all buzzing with gist about the Grand gala, it has been the talk of the town and now it's really here. The entrance was crowded with people. The royal car was the last to arrive, we were the highlight of the gala. Stealing attention from all the attendees present, everyone bowed on our entry. “Announcing King Alaric and his wife Queen Isabella” The host introduced. The spotlight turned to my parents as they walked in side by side.

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.