Pretty Preppy Royale High Novels & Stories

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.

I stood, amidst twenty others, as we were the ones who had made it to the finals. Everyone who came to watch or support were seated while we stood on the stage for their display. The commentator appeared, approaching the pulpit. “I welcome everyone to the most anticipated Royal Final!” The crowd cheered, “We come here every year to watch the geniuses in all the kingdoms far and wide compete to lift their kingdoms to greater heights.” He turned towards us, “Of course, every year we celebrate those who have worked hard to gather unbelievable scores. This year they are five. Firstly, the Raven wood pack’s very own Alpha Roman, Chief Fenrir from the Central Academy, Warwick Kingdom’s beta warrio

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.

Gen asked me a doubtful question. "Nothing," I answered. I will not waste saliva if the one I am talking about is that man. I didn't look at Gen because I knew that he was covering me with death glares. There is something. "Good morning students!" Greetings from a man in his late twenties at the end of the oval. There is an area there like a shed for important guests. "It is the new school year for everyone. We also welcome all freshmen from different continents!" The people there will applaud. I also joined in the applause. "But first, I would like to take the honor to acknowledge the royals of the academy. Crown prince of Veneesha, Prince Cayden Draco Vel Versailles!" Introduce it.

It was too bad he apparently only used it to deliver scathing comments. Tucker shrugged. “Royal decorum isn’t my thing, Bennet.” The prince didn’t reply to Tucker’s comment. Instead, his gaze hardened as he looked up at Harper after letting his gaze sweep over her form in a similar fashion to the one she’d used to appraise him. When he met her eyes, he gave her a lazy smile. “You’re younger than I expected, and prettier too. You should consider makeup and doing something with your hair.”

I held my head in my hands as my mom chuckled. “Well, look on the bright side. At least this time you’ll be able to enjoy yourselves fully.” She smiled at my embarrassment. ***** Adam’s POV “Everything came back as expected. We fully welcome you as the true ruler of Europe.” The remaining council members bowed to me, making me feel slightly flustered. “Of course, we have a schedual already filled out for you to learn about your duties and how to properly rule. It will be a challenge, but we’re assuming a certain Princess will be helping you along? Maybe even as a future Queen for us?” Chairman Bigsby wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Because two Royal weddings so close together spells prosperity

The sleek royal convoy pulled up in front of the academy gates, drawing the usual stares and whispers from students gathered nearby. It wasn’t often the royal heirs arrived all together — and even less often with such casual ease. They stepped out confidently, school bags slung over shoulders, the sun catching the gold threading on their blazers. Gabby stepped out beside Seris and adjusted her uniform. “I still feel like everyone’s staring at me.” “They are,” Seris said with a small smile, adjusting her own bag. “You’re the new girl who sits with the royals.”

Not because she is overly beautiful, but because of how gracious she looked. She looked like a crown princess in her not too short floral gown. Heavy makeup on her face makes her face lighter than usual. One would think she was not a student of GGHS, but she is one. A seventeen-year-old 12th grader, who looked rather younger. Maya and her three friends stood up as they walked towards her, smiles on their faces. The whole school regarded them as the rich brats mostly due to how high they placed themselves. The beautiful personality walked graciously, as some boys were already wishing she was their friend. Every day, she changes into new clothes that look quite expensive. She is known as the d

But I don't mind of course, as long as i admire him from afar then my secret crush is safe. If anyone finds out at school that I have a gigantic crush on Jonathan Ryder, my whole reputation of being a 'Royal Princess' in school, well technically I am a princess cos my family is the Royal Mafia, everything will crumble. Besides, the last thing I want is to deal with Jake's angry overprotective mode if he ever finds out that I secretly like Jonathan. That, would be a real nightmare come true.