The Royal Treatment Novels & Stories

“I thought…royal doctors only treated royalty…” I mumbled. “You’re right, that was surely the case up until recently. Royal doctors were reserved for treating members of the royal family only. Exceptions were made for their favorite concubines and such. Recently, I was able to convince my father to extend the work of our royal doctors to other people, although more work can definitely be done there…” Ren said as he flashed me a small smile. “Thank you, Ren…” I thanked him with all my heart.

CHAPTER TWO: THE ROYAL TRIPLETS NOLAN’S POV~ We the werewolves of the silent howl pack, far from Greenville town, were to throw a royal soiree for just royalties from the north. Our father; King Edwards, my mother, I, my brothers, and relatives were all seated at the royal dining table, about to eat dinner when my father decided to make an announcement. There was a lot of distinct chattering because the room was filled with werewolves of high prestige.

I said playfully as I approached the table with a smile. Allison slowly looked up from her milkshake. “Oh, please don't apologize, Your Majesty. I was just about to order my third milkshake while I waited for your royal ass to get here.” She chuckled, narrowing her eyes at me. I stopped. Your Majesty? “Has anyone ever told you what a bitch you are, my Luna?” I shot back with plenty of sass. Why the hell was she calling me Your Majesty? “You are actually the first one to mention it, my Queen.”

It's possibly standing in as the head manager of this colossal management company that comes with its own outrageous perks. Some of them include being covert while getting paid well. Also, not looking behind your back all the damn time. And the lesser know perks include flirting with royalty at your own will. The kind that the lesser people never have a clue about what goes on in the lives of royal men. I don't know what attracted me to Ryker. Under his dangerously handsome looks, and charming, easy-going personality, there's something insanely sexy about him. He knows how to control situations and manipulate things that suit him and his eclectic tastes. He always gets anything he wants and

I got to my room and arranged my things, before taking a bath, tomorrow is going to be loaded with work so I have to utilize the time that I had for rest. The next day after breakfast, the team waited at the hotel lounge for Prince Adrian. We had been waiting for more than thirty minutes and we were running late for the conference meeting. “You are late your highness” I said, I put on a straight face and looked directly into his eyes. The other members looked at me, one of them even dragging my shirt asking me to apologize immediately But that is what I won't do, I know I still need to work for the royal house but that doesn't mean I should kiss his feet when he is wrong, he is only a prince

Axel surprisingly understood the gesture without having me try too hard. "This chamber is yours and the entire rooms in it." Wow. What have I done to deserve such a royal treatment? "Since you have been accepted into the royal family as it's member," he paused. "You shall be treated accordingly." Did the Prince really mean that? I thought he only said that to make me happy. I felt so happy that I couldn't help the hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Who would have thought that a day like this would arrive in my life?

He leans down and places a gently kiss on my forehead that has the butterflies in my stomach doing somersaults and cartwheels. When he leaves, I find myself longing for his presence. It felt just like this at the pack house, but I guess the bullying and chores pushed it out of my mind. I’ve met with the other members of the royal family, and everyone treated me kindly and with respect. To say that I didn’t expect this kind of treatment would be an understatement. I know I’m getting this treatment because of my status as the king’s mate, but it’s the first time I’m feeling accepted as a community, so I’d take whatever I’m given at this point.

Donned with the armor of perfect nude make-up, long designers' peach dress with long see-through sleeves and the most feigned polite smile, I completed it with a shield of nude stilettos and walked down the stairs, accompanied by Jane and William, my security. Scratch that I was already in a castle filled with the strongest warriors and ammunition. We royalty craved being dramatic. "Good morning, your highness." The normal routine of my seat being pulled out, a polite smile of gratitude, elegant placing of butt in the seat and neat arrangement of napkin. Well, royals could be boring as hell. I sat with my face tilted upwards, my smile stoic as Mia walked in and regarded me in a not so polite

Several footsteps came from a distance and seconds later, three young men and a young woman all dressed in uniforms appeared before them with trays of fruits, drinks, and snacks. They placed the trays on a large table facing the couch and went ahead to serve them drinks in shiny glasses. It was as if they were in a different world and the outside world was an illusion. This royal treatment was unexpected and Hailey wondered if she'd been treated this way before. "Our Young Mistress will be ready to see you in a few minutes. Please welcome yourself to any of the delicacies." "Hailey," Kara whispered. "This is a dream, right?" "Nope." Hailey chuckled and sipped her juice slowly. She also wante

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.