Grimaldi Stories

In the glittering world of Monaco's elite, Daphné Arnault seems to have it all-wealth, status, and a picture-perfect life. But beneath the surface, she's suffocating under the weight of family expectations and a fake relationship with a royal prince to keep the media at bay. Then there's Riley, a psychology student and drummer in a rising band. He's the opposite of everything Daphné's family wants for her-free-spirited, grounded, and completely uninterested in the world of high society. With him, Daphné finds a sense of freedom she's never known before, but loving him means stepping away from the life she's always known. As Daphné wrestles with her feelings for Riley and the pressures of her aristocratic family, a web of secrets and scandals begins to unravel. Caught between loyalty to her family and her desire for a life of her own, she faces a choice that could change everything. With romance, drama, and the pulse of Riley's music guiding them through, can Daphné and Riley navigate a world of royal intrigue and find a love that's truly theirs? New chapters will be uploaded every Monday and Friday, with the final chapter releasing on October 2nd.

Fleur Grimaldi used to live in the streets of higher up parisian society, yet, when a band of sky pirates destroyed her shelter, she is taken in by Scottish General, Alaric MacGowan, and his wife Elanor. Now at sixteen years of age it is time for her to reshape society as an intelligencer. Whilst at her school, she learns of her past through a book she finds, called The Grimaldi Archives.

War is war. Regardless of who's fighting in it. Unless, It's Royalty.

"You lied to me.. You used me" 𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵 evident through her eyes as she looked at him. His face cold composed as she searches for a tiny bit of remorse. Nothing. "You lied as well... I complied with it in my favour." ... "This is fucked up...i can't keep this up" ... "You can resent me hate me curse at me i don't fucking care. But you don't get to leave me. Understand? I'll fucking find you every single time. You know that." This is not how we imagined it.

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