The Royals Romane & Geschichten

But then, the only true royals were Ryder, Xanth and Mavrek, Iris and her family had gotten the title of royalty only through her betrothal to Ryder, and they exercised every right that came with the title, most especially Ermine, who loved to parade herself as Queen mother, and as long as they did not interfere with matters concerning the kingdom, Ryder couldn’t care less about the way they acted. The food had been served and everyone had begun to eat, all except for Ryder who was busy with some scrolls. The disturbance at the Eldham border was beginning to bug him because it was a kingdom as small as Rocheveron that had been brave enough to disturb his empire. His face was straight and his

He ordered. The prince is...." Prince Percy shut the announcer as he walked into the Royal castle of the Andersons. The royal castle is a 5-storey building that covers 13 acres. The castle has fifty rooms that include the royal ballroom, the meeting room for the king and ministers of the kingdom, the king's palace, a royal mall, royal dining, The royal rooms, the throne room, The king's office, the queen's room, and the royal emergency hospital. Percy ignored the royal bodyguards that followed him into the personal elevator made for the royals. He was there for a purpose and with the way he rushed out of the elevator when he got to the third floor, one would t

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.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

The next day, Roy reports to work in a lighter note, secretly daydreaming that Bryan would come to him in the lobby to publicly claim him but since he stepped foot into Anderson Inc., he hasn’t set his eyes on the CEO. He refrains from asking on his whereabouts from Kristine or she might read more into what she witnessed yesterday. No matter how much he wants Bryan to show him off, Roy doesn’t want to ruin his life because he remembers that Bryan said he was the Lycan Prince in his werewolf world and was next in line to the throne.

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

But they didn't, now did they? Royales were called rogue royale but the truth was that they weren't exactly rogues either. They were royalty, without a pack. They were the warriors of the Moon Goddess and they were going to do whatever it took to make sure that the children of their beloved goddess remained safe. Amaris knew what Axel and Mira were. He knew how to deal with them. But the thing that stopped him from taking action was the lack of knowledge about the extremely huge wolves that were part of their army.

Royal was once again destroying the peace in my world and all he had to do was spring out from the hell he had been stuffed in and start spewing that nonsense about missing me and stuff. Like I would believe that when the news of him and that blonde bambolina was always scattered across the internet. Everywhere you landed, it was the singer and influencer Kimberly, music and video producer Royal Carter, and of course, their flaming love life that burned across the internet; filled with all the finer things in life. Every-fucking-where.

“Definitely bad blood between the cousins.” Oh, I sensed that as soon as Alpha King Xalen exhaled, “Roy, you are back.” It was clear the Alpha King didn’t want him back here. “I heard about what happened with Laura and knew I had to be here for the family,” Roy said—or am I supposed to refer to him as Alpha Prince? He is, in fact, royalty.