Pretty Preppy Royale High Novels & Stories

,sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} A/n: Have you added That Royal Betrothal to your library yet? Please do:) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Zack She was starting to get under my skin. Zara was fierce. She was independent and wanted no one’s help. Unlike most girls I had liked in the past, she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. She believed we were equals. As per prince and princess, we should accord each other. Zara Zara Zara

This all feels like a dream, the best dream I ever had. “And our prom king is none other than our very own Alpha, His Majesty, Alpha Leroy of Ruber pack!” There is even a louder cheering as Leroy comes forward to be crowned. Tall, dark, majestic with an aura of nobility and perfect in every sense of the world. His every step commands respect. I am yet to meet anyone sexier. He has no competition in our pack. “Dance! Dance! Dance!” The students shout while my hands start sweating. I thought I would be able to keep my distance from him, clearly not.

What in the hell…” Matilda muttered. The car door opened and out stepped a man dressed in a pristine dark navy suit. A small gold emblem—an unmistakable royal crest of Galloway—was pinned neatly on his lapel. His hair was slicked back with precision, and while his expression was serious, he scanned the entire camp with a keen intensity. A royal advisor? Panic swelled within me. The atmosphere shifted as everyone around gasped in surprise. What could a royal envoy possibly want with us? The man made his way toward us, his regal presence impossible to ignore. He stopped right in front of us, his eyes locked onto mine.

He gingerly swung his little legs over the bench as he pondered. "Well there's four of us. Daddy, mommy, me and my older brother." 'Yeah. Your irresponsible brother.' The princess snorted disapprovingly. "Oh." She offered outwardly. Tommy chattered on. "He recently turned nineteen and attends the biggest and most prestigious academy in western L.A, Beverly Hills Academy." "Is the school really that good?" "Un-hun!" The little fox paused and thoughtfully scratched his hair. "It produces p..pro....prominent leaders and heirs of businesses! At least that's what mommy says." He cutely shrugged, sipping his milkshake.

The classes already started, but no one dares tell us to get in. Everyone in this school, town, and even around knows who we are. The Royals of Ridgewood. The four of us cause chaos where we step, thrive in the darkness of it all and our dark indulgences have made us form powerful allies as well as enemies, but we are the big bad wolves. We hunt, kill and destroy those who seek to harm us. No questions asked, no feelings attached. We are cutthroat. And we are not about to let a girl who is possibly a decoy to further weaken our pack defences distract us.

The Royal Academy of Montbert was a castle turned into a school. It smelled of old money, lavender polish, and snobbery. Alex walked through the stone courtyard, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He wasn't looking at the gothic architecture; he was optimizing his wrist-computer's code. "Look who it is," a mocking voice sneered from near the fountain. "The Pizza Prince." A group of boys surrounded Alex. The leader was a tall, blonde boy with a cruel, entitled face. Julian Rothschild.

Royal High Hill Boarding School. A typical boarding school where the rich and famous of rural England, send their sons to receive a top education from the finest teachers in the country. But there’s one particular boy who takes pleasure of the fact that there is a whole house full of boys, sleeping over, with no other cure to their sexual desires. This one boy is slowly wreaking a new face over High Hill School, committing sexual acts of unbelievable nature to fulfil his fantasies... Dear Diary,

Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in Two guards blew their trumpets loud enough for everyone to hear. "His royal majesty, the mighty lion, lord of the seas and the forest. Ruler of the imperial kingdom of Decreash, Regaleon Von Clegane! A guard shrilled in a high-pitched voice. The congregation in the hallway languidly rose to their feet. So did the queens seated at the upper deck of the hall. Ragaleon slowly made his way in, accompanied by his hand, Brandon, and his personal knight.

The whole place was well decorated and lit up, prepared to receive over five hundred students who were potential Alpha leaders. There was a long table that was strangely designed at the forefront, and I guessed that was the high table. People were coming in, the music band was setting up and I didn't need to look for Austin before I saw him, laughing with some of his band members. He looked truly happy. I sighed. Kian had left to do his thing too, I stood in the midst of the chairs, staring hard at nothing, like a stranger. I still did not feel in place at Ravenlake academy, I was only there to prepare myself for the storm ahead, nothing else. And really, I was getting worn out, but Rowan wa

There's an adage that goes, 'it's a bit easier to run a private family than a huge country,' and I agree. My name is Alice Windsor, and I am the future ruler of Bridgeton. My life revolves around the palace, following a set of rules and training. I had actually never been free. My father often reminds me that a queen has to embody twice the qualities an ordinary person has. Instead of going out, I spend my leisure time reading and practicing.