Pretty Preppy Royale High Novels & Stories

"We heard you were working your first day today!" "We're all big fans of your Estagram!" "That coat is beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful." "Hello, Yuki!" There was Jim—tall, quiet, with round glasses and a shy smile. Kyo, whose hair was slicked back and who had the cocky confidence of someone who probably fronted a band on weekends. Hana, sweet and soft-spoken, who offered me matcha candy from a ceramic tin frog. And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween.

By the time the academy's imposing gates came into view—leaves—my heart was pounding so hard I was sure even betas could hear it. The campus sprawled across acres of manicured grounds, dominated by Gothic architecture that spoke of old money and older blood. Students moved between buildings each one an alphas of their own, all from families that would consider mine less than dirt now and somewhere among them were the royalty of our kind: Duke Avalon Ravencrest and Lord Kaelen Silverthorn, the heirs to the very families that had claimed my relatives. "We're here, sir," the driver said, pulling up to the dormitory building.

Rebecca’s POV At last! The most awaited day has finally come! I’ve been looking forward to doing our first scene and visit the school once again. As per Ms. Leni, our school didn’t change much. Aside from the old but clean building of our Alma Mater, she is still the reigning queen of Manggahan High. And that’s how we got the quick approval to shoot at the school.

“Let’s head to homeroom.” “We can’t leave her. She doesn’t know where the class is.” “That can be arranged,” the boy said to Abigail after a huge smile grew on his face and he held his hand out toward her. “Corey Anderson, at your service. You must be new.” I didn’t recognize him so he was either new too or he started attending Foxbourne Hills High after I left. “I am, actually.” Abigail slipped her hand into his but instead of shaking it, she just held it and flashed him one of her charming smiles. “Abigail Finley.”

roxi said happily as we drove the driver is driving us to school. But while she was blabbering I kept thinking about aunt ria there's Something about her the way she looks,smile and even speak to me. "Roshni we are there roxi" screamed bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw the gate it had the school name written on it "Royal Prestigious acedemy intl" as we drove in a was amazed by the schools beauty the school was painted lilac my favorite colour and light blue while the gate was silver. It had a pretty surrounding with beautiful flowers around it.

No doubt his wonderfully suitable wife would bear him an heir and a spare, maybe even another couple of gorgeous children who looked just like Chris… Even if she was thousands of kilometers away as she had planned, how on earth would Ava bear it? He instructed the driver to set up the picnic in a secluded spot near some tamarisk trees that provided a shelter of sorts a short distance from the stately royal holiday residence. Within minutes a table with crisp white linen was set up, sparkling crystal glasses and crested silverware set out in preparation for a meal fit for… well, royalty, of course, Ava thought wryly as she watched a solid silver vase complete with red rose being placed in the

Oh god, no. Without waiting a moment longer, she began to read. ‘High school has a set of rules. No, I’m not talking about the ones imposed by the principal and teachers, I’m talking about the ones set by students themselves. Rules which seem to have been passed down from generation to generation. These rules are how we define the hierarchy of the entire school. Valley High has the most cliché hierarchy of them all. The social elite are made up of the football team and cheerleading squad. Our Queen? Savannah Miller. Every girl wants to be her, and every guy wants to date her. But what is life really like for high school royalty? First of all, it seems Miss Miller doesn’t have the natural sle

Our uniforms are identical. She motions for me to follow her as we continue on with the tour. “If you’re planning to spend the next three years here, you should learn how things run. The Princes own Royal Elite, literally and figuratively, though the school is mostly funded by the Beckham family. The guys are the princes, but really, Alessandro is the king.” “So who are the other princes?” I ask. “Ethan Aldridge and Colt Montgomery.” She sighs wistfully. I get the impression that these Princes are the most popular guys at school, worshiped by all, and that half the girls at school are madly in love with them.

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

RAE I stepped inside the office and immediately felt the weight of two sets of eyes on me. Headmistress Fox sat behind her polished mahogany desk, her silver hair pulled back in its usual perfect bun. But it was the man sitting across from her that made my breath catch. He was tall and imposing, with salt-and-pepper hair and the kind of presence that filled a room. His suit was expensive, perfectly tailored, and when he turned to look at me, his eyes held the calculating coldness I'd seen in powerful Alphas before.