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THE NOD
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Royalty College Breaking Them down
The whistle came before dawn again.Collins’s body lurched awake, but his mind lagged behind. He’d only managed scraps of sleep, drifting in and out, every breath jagged from bruised ribs. His arms ached like lead, and when he sat up, he almost collapsed back onto the cot.“Up! Outside!” a trainer roared, boots pounding against the floorboards of the barracks.The fighters groaned, some dragging themselves out of bed, others still too sore to move. One boy didn’t rise at all. A trainer kicked his cot, hard. “Out or gone.”Collins forced his legs to move. His body didn’t want to obey, but he gritted his teeth and shoved himself to standing.The air outside was freezing, the gravel biting through his thin shoes. Breath fogged in the dark as the fighters lined up, shivering.The head trainer paced in front of them, eyes like knives. “Yesterday broke your bodies. Today we break your minds. State isn’t won with fists—it’s won with will. And most of you don’t have it.”His words echoed.Col
Royalty College Baptism by pain
The bus ride was silent. No chatter, no music—just the low rumble of the engine and the occasional cough from the older fighters sitting in the back. Collins sat near the front, his duffel bag on his lap, staring out the window as the city slipped away.They drove for nearly two hours, past highways, past suburbs, until only dirt roads and bare trees surrounded them. The camp appeared suddenly at the end of a gravel path: a squat building, all concrete and steel, with a fenced-off yard that looked more like a prison than a training ground.When they stepped off the bus, the air hit Collins—cold, sharp, almost hostile.“Line up!” a voice barked.The man who shouted wasn’t Coach. He was broader, scarred across the jaw, his voice gravel. He looked more like a soldier than a trainer.“You think this is a summer camp?” he snarled as the fighters scrambled into line. “Wrong. This is where we break you down and see what’s left. If you’re weak, you go home. If you quit, you go home. If you dr
Royalty College The offer
The gym was silent in the early morning, too early for most fighters. The faint buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead mixed with the faint smell of sweat that never left the place. Collins’s shoes squeaked softly against the floor as he walked in, gloves dangling from his shoulder.Coach was already there, standing by the ring, arms crossed, his expression carved from stone. Curtis leaned lazily against the ropes, smirk already plastered across his face like he’d been waiting just to laugh at Collins.“You’re late,” Coach barked.Collins glanced at the clock. “It’s six on the dot.”“Exactly,” Coach shot back. “Which means you’re already late.”Curtis snickered. “Told you, rookie.”Collins ignored him and climbed into the ring. His ribs still throbbed from yesterday, his shoulders stiff, his knuckles raw under the tape. His whole body screamed enough. But “enough” wasn’t an option anymore.Coach paced in front of the ropes, clipboard tucked under his arm. “State’s three weeks away. T
Royalty College Threads of malice
The fashion studio was warmer than usual, the buzz of machines mixing with chatter as students worked furiously on their next projects. Aalia sat at her station, measuring fabric carefully, her pencil tucked behind her ear. She’d stayed up half the night sketching, the lines on the page crisp with determination.She wasn’t going to let Vanessa’s words crawl under her skin. Not this time.But as the morning stretched on, she couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on her. Every time she glanced up, Vanessa was nearby, pretending to drape fabric or whispering to her group of friends. Their laughter wasn’t loud, but it was sharp, cutting right through the hum of the room.Aalia kept her head down. Focused. Stitched.She wants you rattled, she reminded herself. Don’t give her the satisfaction.The first sign of trouble came during lunch.Aalia left her project neatly pinned to the mannequin, double-checking every seam before heading to the cafeteria. But when she returned, something was wrong.
Royalty College Cracks in the crown
The victory still lingered in the air, like the echo of applause that refused to fade. Students in the hallways nodded at Aaliah as she passed, some even stopping to congratulate her. For the first time since she’d stepped into Royalty College, she wasn’t invisible.She should’ve been thrilled.And yet, every compliment felt like a pebble tossed into water—rippling outward, drawing unwanted attention.Because if she could feel it, then so could Vanessa.Aalia sat in the fashion studio later that week, quietly sketching designs in her notebook. The hum of sewing machines filled the air, scissors snipping, fabric rustling. She tried to lose herself in the flow, in the comforting scratch of pencil against paper.But the door creaked open, and silence swept the room like a storm.Vanessa.She walked in like she owned the place—heels clicking, hair flawless, eyes scanning until they locked on Aalia.Aalia kept her head down, pretending to focus on her sketch. But her pulse betrayed her, qu
Royalty College The breaking Point
The gym was colder than usual at six a.m., but Collins’s body was already burning. He’d barely slept, every muscle screaming from the night before. His knuckles were raw, his ribs tender, his shoulders stiff. Still, he laced up his gloves, jaw set, refusing to show the weakness clawing at him.Coach stood at the center of the ring, clipboard tucked under his arm, eyes like flint. “You want State? You think you belong on that shortlist?”Collins nodded once, silent.“Then prove it. Today isn’t about drills. It’s about survival.”The whistle blew.The first round started with Curtis again. The older fighter came out grinning, gloves snapping like hammers against Collins’s guard. Collins absorbed them, every hit rattling through his bones, but he didn’t drop. He couldn’t.“Come on, rookie,” Curtis taunted. “Show me what that pride’s worth.”Collins slipped a jab and countered with a body shot, but Curtis’s fist cracked across his cheek a second later. Stars burst behind his eyes. He stum
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