Young Royals Ending Novels & Stories

I held her hand in mine and smiled. "I won't force you to accept him or anything, you are also right. Accepting a royal is easy, but you should prepare yourself for all the drama that comes with it. Also the tears and heartache, I don't want you to suffer that's why whatever decision you make, know that I will be here patiently supporting you." I said. "Thank you, Paula, it means a lot hearing you say that." She answered. "Hey Lauren, come here." Cleo said while laughing.

I answered quietly, lowering my head. This time it was I who didn't dare look into the eyes of the person who was talking to me, because now Royce looked very angry. The feeling of wanting to be bullied disappeared in an instant. “Hahhh…” Royce sighed, “you are a princess… who will continue the throne of the Gibson family. Rumi ... you know yourself, that the daughter of the mother's family, you are the only one left. Once Reyna is really gone, we know when she'll be back. We also know what will happen to him later."

“How did I never know this about you?” “Like I said, I never saw the need to bring it up,” she said. “I didn't mean to interrupt,” Sabrina said, leaning in a little closer. “Please, continue.” “I met James in a park one afternoon,” Faye said. “It was the summer after I graduated high school. I still remember the dimples on his cheeks when he smiled and the way his eyes first lit up when he saw me. We got to talking and one thing led to another. The next thing I knew, a few years had passed and we were married. I was part of the royal family.”

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.

I asked her feeling the rage increase. “What? What are you talking about?” She asked acting like she is confused. “You know what? We both will get married, but the marriage will end the moment your baby will arrive. And then you will not get a single penny from me.” I stated wishing another way, but there is no one remembering Dad’s words. “So, you still don’t believe that I don’t need your money?” She asked and then I remembered her dad. “This is about revenge with my family? You have fallen into another level.” I said, shaking my head.

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. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

Royce pleased. "Do you think that's possible?" Calvin angrily grabbed Royce by the collar. His eyes were filled with rage as he said, "Listen to me, Royce. I will never let your family off the hook. Even though you are dead now, I will wipe out every last member of your royal lineage. "After you've died, I will brutally tear your body apart and make sure you suffer eternally with no chance of peace." Royve had no response to that. Is that how things would be? His death wouldn't restore the independence of his royal family, and on top of that, it would implicate his entire family too.

The future was bright, and the kingdom was united in joy, bound together by the love and anticipation that filled the air. And so, the story of Roberick and Cynthia, their enduring love, and the legacy of love, wisdom, and justice continued to unfold. The arrival of a new royal heir was a symbol of hope, a testament to the principles that had shaped the kingdom, and a reminder of the power of love to transform destinies.

"Julian! Remember this! Not in this life—I will never die by your hand!" Before the words had fully left his mouth, he wrenched his blade around and drove it straight into his own chest. Blood sprayed. His eyes went wide, and he crumpled to the ground, his expression frozen somewhere between shock and defiance. Ivy watched Damien fall on his own sword and let out a raw, broken scream. Something in her snapped completely. Between her ravings, I finally pieced together everything the original story had never told. The original novel ended with Damien crowned King and Ivy crowned Queen.