Clash Of The Campus Royalties Novels & Stories

the teacher replied to her ridiculous demands firmly. She laughed. "You can forget about the renovations. I can do away with them but what did you just say? Toil on a farm? This has to be the joke of the year. Tell me you are joking because there's no way in hell I'm going close to that place. The price of my nails alone can buy that farm," "Audrey," her friend whispered, gently touching her shoulder so she would stop talking. She shrugged her hands off. "We didn't come here to learn about the price of your nails. In this school, you are all equals and you will work alongside all of them. No one is going to be left out," the teacher said to her.

Ryker's POV My eyes flickered open, and my sight was blessed with the morning sky. The moon goddess had danced throughout the night and left her trails in the entanglements of orange, yellow and indigo. The sun was far high into the sky, radiant and brilliant as ever. I picked up the smell of dandelions, and I knew I was in Sarcritta's Field — a reserved landscape for the royals to camp out, host ceremonies and have a good time. I tried getting up, but a hand held me back. "You're injured, please, stay down," it was a strange face. I remembered seeing her somewhere, but it was hard to tell where.

“Though I think you three just announced our business to the entire campus.” Kael, ever the storm-bringer, doesn’t even pretend to be sheepish. He laughs outright—a wolfish, unrepentant sound that vibrates straight through her spine. “Let them hear,” he says, pressing his mouth to her bare shoulder. “Let them know you’re ours now.”

Whack! The striking palm flashes swift as lightning crackling on the side of my head, just above my ear —hard, sudden, and with an open palm. Tears of surprise spring to my eyes but I will them still with a clenched jaw, and focus my glazing stare to focus on the damp moldy wall. Elias, the servant's keeper, leans forward, crowding into the menial space that separates us until the moist decaying smell of the alley mixes with his tobacco breath. “Look at me, girl.”

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

queen Eleanor asked. “CLASH OF THE BATTLE VALLEY EMPIRES.” He replied quicky and after he regreted it. Because, the expression on their faces clearly showed that they did not understand the title until he read it aloud for them. He wanted to know why they were very stunned by it but he knew it was not his place to ask. Lady Elizabeth looked at Queen Eleanor with a face of triumph. She turned towards him and asked him if there were anything else eye-catching but he said no. Silence filled the room. And he felt a discomfort he had not felt since he entered theplace.

Jem’s POV My hand moved on its own, slowly, almost unwillingly, as I finally grabbed the flyer from my chest. It wasn’t a small paper. It was a large printed sheet—like a promotional flyer or official project document, the kind used for medical campaigns or research announcements. The title at the top immediately caught my eye: It read; SPONSORSHIP PROJECT: NEUROVEX THERAPY DEVELOPMENT PROGRAM My breath caught at once. And my eyes scanned the page faster now, dragging over the words even though part of me already regretted reading them.

Something about it felt different from the other papers I had seen. Theo picked them up first, scanning quickly. Then his expression changed. “What?” I whispered urgently. He didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he handed me some of the papers. I took it. My heart skipped as I read it. As I glanced through them, one name repeated across multiple pages. Valecourt Dominion. My grip tightened on the paper. “This is it,” I whispered. “This is proof.” “There’s more,” he said, flipping to another page. I took the ones he was done with and read. I saw detailed reports, and student profiles.

"The public doesn't want an apology written by a PR firm. They want redemption they can see. Which brings us to the university’s newest corporate partnership." Vance pulled a glossy, colored pamphlet from his folder and slapped it onto the top of the team bench. Jaxson looked down. Printed in bold, obnoxious neon lettering across a backdrop of a hockey rink was the title: BEYOND THE ICE: CAMPUS ROMANCE. Jaxson frowned. "What the hell is this?" "It’s a new reality television concept produced by the streaming giant, HypeTV," Vance explained, sounding entirely too proud.

“Where are you hearing this? No one is as popular as me on this campus.” “That’s not what the campus’s most influential personality poll of last month says.” Jerry reached into his pocket, retrieving his phone. “He won by twenty‑something votes. And he’s already catching up to you this month.” He tapped quickly, then stretched his hand across the table, offering the phone. “Here. See for yourself.” Tony snatched the phone, his eyes locking on the screen. Numbers, names, votes. His jaw clenched. His teeth ground together as he handed the phone back, his face unreadable but his fury clear.