Pretty Preppy Royale High Novels & Stories

He smiled in my direction before starting his lesson. The loudspeaker crackled as we exited class and the Principal, Mr. Rhoads spoke from overhead, "Good morning students of Graves High School, I have a few announcements. Tomorrow is prom, let's not forget to get all the votes for this year's homecoming royalty, again those nominees are Karter Jenkins, Scott Cooper, and Bryan Price for homecoming king. Nina Martinez, Jayla Stewert, and Euphemia Winters for homecoming queen." He paused taking in a deep breath. "School is a week from ending, please remember to grab your yearbooks, clean out your lockers, and thank your teachers, that is all,"

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.

It lasted only a second. “No,” he said. “What we have is a different problem. Your sister’s spot at Nocturne Prep.” I blinked. The words didn’t make sense. “I’m sorry, Father, I don’t seem to understand.” He looked at me as if I were slow. “Do you know how much I spent to secure her place at that school? How many years it took, how many favors I had to cash in?” His voice sharpened, frustration seeping in. “Nocturne Prep does not hand out seats to just anyone. You don’t lose a spot like that to some bumbling Alpha’s heir, or—gods forbid—a witch’s brat. That place is ours, Rae. It stays in this family.”

The room burst into laughter. “My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in.

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.

Lyla POV: Prince Cameron and Prince Samuel were a force to be reckoned with, sweeping through the ranks of students like a storm, leaving behind a trail of overwhelmed and breathless bodies. Some of the guys held their own quite well, showing off impressive defensive and offensive skills, but none could match the unrelenting power and skill of our future kings. Yet, amid the chaos, I found an oddly satisfying joy in seeing Rod, the resident jerk, get taken down. His face crumpled in pain was a sight that ignited a rare, almost malicious, smile on my face.