The Royal We Movie Novels & Stories

“Which category do I fall into? Surely you don’t consider me a close friend or a future member of the royal family?” Tension traveled all the way from his pitch-dark eyes to his chiseled jaw and then to his thinned-out mouth. “Given our history, Ava Marie, you are not eligible for either of those positions,” he bit out tightly. Ava wished with all her heart she could reveal Christian’s identity and throw the truth of their situation in his face to make him realize how much she was a part of his wretched royal family whether he liked it or not. But some crumbs of self-respect and self-preservation left prevented her from doing so. Instead, Ava smiled up at him, a cool, calculating smile that

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

Naomi then asked: "Did you find something new?" When Annie heard this, he used a deep voice to say: “The Origin of NAr!” The wind gently shakes each branch of the tree, the weather is still chilly after days of heavy rain. Inside the closed room of a large restaurant called "Royal" of S country, a man and woman were arguing fiercely. "If you've been stripped of your throne, let's break up!" Rebecca Peckhaim shouted, using harsh words to hit Robert in the face. Robert was still calm, nothing happened.

When he noticed the locals cheering, waving handkerchiefs, and throwing more petals towards the car, he began laughing. "Come on," Ayesha whispered. "Get a little feel of what's about to come your way when you are King." He chuckled and followed her lead. He faced his left and she faced her right. She raised her hand, her face bright as she waved at them. The people were animated. Some reached forward in reverence to touch their hands. There were tears, and laughter, and she could only hope that after all the years under her parents, she would live up to being the queen they deserved.

And when she asked him again, his answer didn't change. "You are to be my Consort." A consort. His f**king Consort. Athena bit the insides of her cheeks and almost drew blood from it. With the contract already established between them, Athena didn't have any way out without facing a heavy price in trying to disobey the contract binded with magic. "What do you think of this dress, Consort?" Agatha, the maid who Alexander found to see through all her needs while staying in his house excitedly asked Athena didn't like being called 'Consort' but after staying in the mansion for two weeks and hearing that blasted word everyday, she could only force a smile and wish she could stab Alexander in the

“Gotta keep the capital up to date on the royal family and all… especially now that we are having a royal wedding.” His words left me feeling sick.

These people got evil moves… evil moves. Theo ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sharp breath. “We’re dead.” The words were quiet, but heavy. “They can’t let us go,” he continued, voice tighter now. “We know too much for them to let us out of here.” “Tell me something I don't know,” I muttered. “They might not kill us,” he said quickly, almost like he was convincing himself. “Because we’re royals.” I let out a short, humorless laugh.

I had read no manual, only watched a few medieval movies, and they gave me part of the words and grace I used now. The movies were Mattie's sincere recommendation. A means of constant practice and sharpening my brain to grasp the way of life of a royal—we kept forgetting a Queen wasn't just a royal, but oh well, what could possibly go wrong? "They have not been found." The second man stuttered, interrupting his colleague. "But we have found some evidence that led us right here." I didn't flinch. My face went expertly blank. "What evidence?" The first officer came again. "After investigating, it was said that the Ravenclaws left their home in a hurry that morning. No one knew to where—"

"Nick, do you think that this vampire might be a royal?" "Yes, now please get going I still have some business to attend to before this circus of a night!" I said and he left immediately. I remember the stories that mom and dad used to tell me regarding the war ages ago. They told me how they were fighting side by side then the next moment they got attacked by rogues. After the war, our alliance ended immediately with the vampires and we were no longer living in peace with each other. I can recall back to last year that the royal vampire never pitched up for the ball. I always heard these stories about vampires and that the royals were brutal. My father told me that I should watch my back ar

I say, breaking the silence. As much as I hate to admit it, the royal family pretty much rules the world right now, and Reuben Knight isn't just any royal; he's the destined heir. "What?" She shrugs. "We're members of the royal family too, but you don't see us making a mess everywhere we go." "Ex-royals," Mom corrects as she enters the living room with a tray of apples in her arms. "We have long since lost our footing in the royal family, and it is time to move on."