Pretty Preppy Royale High Novels & Stories

“Have you not asked why the High Lord made that decision?” Leonis? Kieran? The names echoed in my mind and my eyes widened slightly as the realization dawned on me, remembering that time I was on break with Morris and Delaney. “Right, you said there is royalty studying in Kozen Akademis?” I questioned and took a bite at a muffin that they brought me from the Kitchen. “Yeah,” she answered and raised her hand. “The Crown Prince of Winacellu and the Dorm Leader of Faenice, His Royal Highness—”

Jude replied sitting up a bit more concerned of the whole issue. "Go out there and fix things now! By the way, where's Junior?" "Still at school," Jude replied. "Oh... Good," she replied breaking into a smile. ****** The Royal International School was run by a private administration and had up to the tertiary institution. The Primary and Secondary blocks, were painted sky blue and a Royal blue shade on every wall and column. At the Primary section, boys were spotted on royal blue shorts and sky blue shirts while their female counterparts wore matching shirts with a royal blue pinafore. There was a large space at the entrance just after the gate with the National and School flag poles erected

All those in the room knelt except for myself, the queen and king. I swallowed my food, placing my towel down. My chair was pushed back, and I stood up straight. My smile widened so much my face hurt, back to playing my role. I turned around just as Brum did a slight bow for the other royals. He had showered and dressed for decent company. He looked good in his formal pants and t-shirt with white sneakers. His hair was wet, looking attractive. His body turned to mind and fuck, I was fucked. The man was not good for me at all. He walked closer, and I stepped out. We were playing a role, I kept telling myself. I was starting to think I would burn from this game.

It fell to my waist and Sadie couldn’t stop running her hands through them with an occasional “wow” I would love to dress in my usual jeans and t-shirts but we were provided with gowns that were ‘befitting’ to meet the royals. They made it clear that we were to dress with class around here and we were to be of utmost decorum. We would not be meeting the king today, he is a very busy man and he just lost his father a week ago so he is still not in his best mood. I kind of felt relieved after I learned that. Much as I would like to meet the almighty werewolf king, I was pretty skeptical about it. It is a big deal and with all the stories I’ve heard about him, he’s the strongest being in the we

We will continue to support each other as we face the challenges and build a bright future for our kingdom. In the midst of the celebration, a sense of gratitude and determination fills my heart. As a princess, I have the privilege and responsibility to lead and serve. With the princess ritual completed, a new chapter in my life begins as part of royalty. I feel a mixture of excitement and determination as I visualize the future we want to build for the kingdom and the Danish people. Accompanied by Alexandre, we dive into our role with renewed energy. Together, we have established an action plan to address the most urgent issues and promote positive transformation in our kingdom.

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.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

AT MY PLACE. Yes_you_suck YAY! PARTY! Will_the_devil SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, BUT, ROYAL WEDDINGS CAN TAKE PLACE ONLY AT THE PALACE. Cereal_killer ... I_love_my_mommy ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... THAT'S EVEN BETTER ISN'T IT? Cereal_killer YASS! WE GET TO SEE THE PALACE AND TASTE THE RICH PEOPLE FOOD. Yes_you_suck

Margaret said between bites, “how we used to sneak out of etiquette lessons?” Isabella laughed. “Oh, and that night by the lake—we promised our firstborns would marry. We thought it was the most romantic thing in the world.” Zubrel grinned. “And now here we are, watching that promise unfold.” Ariel nearly choked on her drink. Carl coughed into his napkin to hide a laugh. Unfold? Ariel thought bitterly. More like unravel. Carl smirked. At least she knows this is ridiculous. The queens continued their chatter, occasionally casting approving glances at the two young royals. Neither noticed the daggers being exchanged across the table.

The principal and the panel had no choice in the matter, not when their king had fucking spoken his decree. It was all because I wasn’t supposed to sit up here. Not when Roxanne, the head cheerleader, heiress, former princess of Ravenscroft, and Lucien’s ex-shadow, sat three chairs down, while filing her French-tipped nails, and drumming like she already owned the crown of victor over me. She'd probably thought I wouldn't win. Not especially when the lineup was stacked with the school’s best: valedictorian hopefuls. The prodigy kids with their last names carved into skyscrapers, conglomerates, and even the very fabric of the nation's history.