Pretty Preppy Royale High Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Violet smiled. "Rose Hill High won't be a tough competitor this year, I guess." Rylee shrugged, she glared at Stacey and Adriel. Adriel had a frown on her face. She attempted to say something, but Stacey held her hand and gestured for her to be calm. "Hello Violet, I'm not a middle school student. I'm a high school student, and this is just a competition, not a war." Stacey smiled. "You are a nice girl kid, but I'm not. This isn't just a competition for me, it's a war for the throne and being friendly is not my thing." Violet cackled as she walked away while Rylee smirked following her.

He nodded gratefully to Jay and pushed his cart inside. Wayne cleaned up the apartment neatly. As he busied himself cleaning a glass frame, his ears stood out attentive to gather any information he could get. He slightly envy the friendship of the trio. They do look great together, he thought. From the corner of his eyes he could see Roe, the second prince of England typing away on his phone while laying on the couch with his back flat on it. From the little he know about him; Roe's father the King of England, married an American woman who now happens to be the Queen consort of England and his mother. Unlike his elder brother, Prince Roe chose to school in America and with his mother's help

Never in a million years, if someone had told me that one day I would be involved with a prince who's, in fact, real-life royalty, I would have snorted and laughed at their gentle, stupid face. Me and royalty--hah! Me sleeping with a prince—haha, f*ck you! How do you even come up with something that stupid? How have the dice rolled? It feels like yesterday when I saw Ryker at one of those engagements clearly arranged for him to attend to win popularity in the republic by the palace. He showed up in all his glory with palace security details following closely behind him and observing the crowd. Luckily, I was handling the responsibility by the firm to take care of his private function and cat

I'm not jealous of him, I just don't want to experience a part two of AI3 Although he is the closest subordinates to me, he characteristics of talking alot seems just like AI3 He started the car and drove out of the Villa slowly, he drove along the estate in Bellevue until he reached the school as I looked at the building I've been going into for the past few years because of something said in the internet. The high school stood tall among the other building besides it as the name hung high leaving a majestic feeling "The Prestigious High School." looked more luxurious than any other building next to it or surrounding it. And of course it's name is worth it's description as students from all

The school most popular Badboy, the unbothered best friend of mine, my crush, my secret love, brave, frivolous, free spirited, at the sight of him my eyes lit up and my heartbeat rise in a perfect rhythm, how do I tell the world that I love everything about this wolf prince, His long jet black hair which he usually packs in a ponytail, his oceans blue eyes which always look like they are calling on me, his perfect stature which I can recognize even in my dreams, his crazy walking steps that gets me crawling on my knees everytime, and lastly his clothing style whichs leaves me gawking like a fool everytime, everything about him is worth worshiping just want to love all the days of my life. Th