Turn Me Royal Novels & Stories

"I want to help you, Ivy." Even in his seriousness, I found it amusing to see him that way. My heart melted at his words, creating a deep sense of connection between us. "Thank you, Casper," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "But you'll ruin my fabric, sir." Casper's face softened, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "You’re something else. A royal is here to help you, and you won't even let him." Rolling my eyes, I replied, "Mr. Royal, I'm done. Can we go now?"

she said shaking her head. “You do, you see I am going to be the future Queen, so I kindly request your attention for five minutes,” I said as best I could, my heart is racing and I am nervous as hell, but the look on her face when I spoke. “I am Rachel,” I said bowing my head. “My Queen.” “Well,” she said looking between the two of us. “Did he tell you to come at me like this?” she mused. “You know you almost had me, but I don’t think I have enough time to tell you how much this is going to hurt you.”

It wasn’t his fault he was born of royal blood, and all I have to do is carry that with him. “How about my son here, Thomas?” King Ricardo suddenly perched. I heard two different things that moment. Coughing and laughing. The coughing was from me and Thomas, and the laughing was from Althea and Keith. “I’m sorry, what?” Thomas, who was in front of King Ricardo, almost drowned in his water. “Thomas is a likely suitable partner for Ruthy. He is of royal blood, he has the looks, the brains and the manners. They would rule Rinovea marvelously,” King Ricardo added.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

Mikaela said as she put on a long coat and added, "I am leaving now. I might not come tonight." Stacy nodded as Mikaela left and she went to have a shower. Stacy was reading her book when her phone rang. She saw it was Mikaela. She picked it up. "Hey." "Stacy, I know it is your resting time but can you please help me? It's urgent!" Mikaela's voice was breathless as if she was running a marathon. "Okay. What is it?" "I forgot the pass in my drawer and it might take me some time to go and get it. Can you come to the royal suite, Court Royal?"

After that, you should leave the palace and go far north, to the kingdom of Lewis, where River of Flames could be found,' Raja said. The magical healer only gave me three days to leave everything behind. When I agreed to it, I haven't thought of how I would tell Demitri and his family that I'm leaving. I was just crowned as the crown princess and turning back on that responsibility is a big deal. I should tell them an alibi but I can't think of any idea. I asked Raja but he isn't answering me. He is mad at me because of my decision. 'Come on, Raja. I'm sorry, all right. I want to pursue my main goal, but I couldn't just turn my back to the people who helped me. They are good people, you know

I could feel my mother’s stare lingering, heavy even as she continued giving instructions. “Why can’t I go to the Royal Academy like him? I don’t want Zakar’s choice as mine, Mother!” I snapped, pacing toward the bed, fists curling at my sides. “This alliance is needed, especially when you are king soon,” she said, voice tight but firm. “That’s the same thing you said to Zakar, but…” I hissed, teeth gritted, jaw aching, nails digging into my palms. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I’ll leave you to get ready,” she whispered, stepping out as the maids rolled the bags behind her. The door clicked shut, her heels and the low rumble of wheels echoing down the stairs until the sound faded in

“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

Calmly, I took out a golden badge and raised it above my head. This was a royal-exclusive badge, something only direct royal relatives could possess. The gold one in my hand was the Alpha King's personal insignia. Ignoring Peyton's stunned expression, I announced in front of everyone present, "In my capacity as the Alpha King's representative, I hereby declare that from this day forward, no pack is permitted to have any dealings with Matt White's pack." Matt's pupils shrank sharply as he glared at me. "Who do you think you are?! How dare you speak on the Alpha King's behalf!"

She pulled me into an embrace. “What are you doing—” I paused, pulled away, shook my head, and chuckled in amusement. “This is a Royal Cruise, isn’t it?” “No, honey.” “Your Royal Highness,” I addressed Prince Isodore. His smile laced with sadness before he sighed. “You’ve been through a tough time. I understand. Just don’t give up just yet.” I left them. I just followed where the way led me. “Need a room?” I paused. A smile slowly spread across my face. “I guess.”