Novels by writtenbyroyalty12

Belle couldn’t care less that she had been called to the principal’s office. Obviously, it had everything to do with Dina and Nelly. She sat beside me nonchalantly, barely containing her excitement at the thought of Julian making a fool of himself.Now, I'm starting to think this is more than mere hatred.What exactly did the poor guy do?Mr. Greg talked about so many things before starting his class, and sadly, I barely registered any of it. I turned to Belle, like I’d been doing since Mrs. Peter left, and once again, there wasn’t a single trace of fear in her. She seemed very unbothered.“I know I’m pretty, Elora, but I don’t do girls,” she whispered, a playful smile dancing on her lips, her eyes still fixed on Mr. Greg as he continued his lecture.“How the fuck are you not scared?” I whispered back.“You should probably blame the fact that I’m not a scholarship student,” she replied with sarcasm, rolling her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.“Belle! This is the

The walk to the math lab felt the longest. I kept replaying Belle's actions in class, and I couldn’t help but be in awe of her, even though fear lingered somewhere inside me. Why do I feel like this is going to get her into trouble? Well, she’s not a scholarship student like me, so it can’t be that bad… right? But she was so fearless. She wouldn’t go that far if it would cost her something… would she? “Are you even listening to me?” Belle snapped her fingers in front of me, pulling me back to reality. “You really need to learn how to talk without creating a scene, Belle,” I whispered, since her little snapping had already drawn attention to us because obviously, we weren’t the only ones in the corridor heading to the math lab. In my defense, y'all don't listen” she rolled her eyes. Of course she did “I just can't with you Belle. What is it you were saying?” “Oh, you can with me, darling, and I was saying, the hour has come and the time is now. This class is combined. The whole

I picked up my iPad and began to scroll through it—going through my courses, notes, and outlines—trying so hard to ignore the figure that had just walked in, who somehow seemed to consume the entire space.Without even understanding what I was seeing on the screen, I dropped the iPad and picked up the handout I had been given at the principal’s office.I skimmed through it, and everything I saw only added to my frustration.You must adhere to all laid-down rules.You must respect other students and always remember you are barely privileged to be here.All notes, assignments, assessments, and projects must be done, submitted, graded, and given to the counselor assigned to you for review.Constant slips in your grades will cost you your scholarship.Every semester, you must achieve an aggregate of at least 90 percent. Anything less will put you on probation.You must not be involved in any social media scandal.My irritation was rising. I was tempted to shred the leaflet or better still

“Girlllll, what the fuck was that? What’s wrong with you? You embarrassed me!”Belle continued to rant the moment we stepped out of the hall, and I knew for a fact—Belle was trouble.She didn't even wait until we're fully out of the hall. The words are already flying before the door swings shut behind us, loud enough that a few people turn to look. I keep walking, eyes forward, jaw tight, like I'm not the reason a girl is having a full breakdown in the middle of a hallway that smells like expensive cologne and floor wax.“I embarrassed you?” I turned to look at her. “Didn’t know you were me. I thought I embarrassed myself only,” I shot back sarcastically. Guess Belle’s attitude is beginning to rub off on me.That was quick.“Now’s not the time to be witty, lost puppy. It’s time to apologize.” Belle rolled her eyes. I was starting to notice—it’s something she does often. Very often.“You’re not trying to turn that into a nickname, are you?” I could feel my irritation rising.“Well, no

The hall was massive.The kind of space that could hold the entire school and then some. Polished floors reflected the bright sunlight streaming through the tall tinted windows, and the walls were lined with banners announcing achievements, trophies glinting under the artificial lights. Yet, despite the beauty and grandeur, a chill ran through me the moment the voice came over the microphone."Settle down, everyone! Quiet the noise!"The command was sharp, almost surgical. Chairs scraped as students hurried into neat rows. Whispers, shuffling, and muffled laughter died instantly. The room went still. Every single person - students and teachers alike froze in place, as though caught by an invisible hand.I stared, blinking, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. I had expected arrogance, noise, and chaos - rich kids rarely respected anyone. But this? This was obedience born of fear, not respect. Even the teachers flanking the podium had stiff postures, their tablets clutched in fro

“Come in.” The voice was deep and thick, the kind that carried authority without trying. I hesitated for only half a second before pushing the door open. Of course it was the principal. The bold gold tag on the door had clearly read THE PRINCIPAL, so whoever was inside definitely wasn’t the school janitor. Just like Joseph had said, finding the office from the math lab hadn’t been difficult. Still, my heart beat faster as I stepped inside. I forced myself to let go of the lingering irritation from the math lab incident. Whatever that was, this was more important. I straightened my shoulders, plastered a polite smile on my face, and walked in. And then—I froze. Amazed didn’t even begin to cover it. The office looked less like a workplace and more like a luxury suite in a five-star hotel. Everything about it screamed money, taste, and quiet power. The walls were painted in warm neutral tones that blended perfectly, not loud but confident. Soft light bounced off them, making the r