Royal Preparatory Academy Novels & Stories

This year was supposed to be my last and final year in the HOUSE OF DIVINE RITES before I was supposed to marry Zulu and be done with it. Elio was homeschooling but still we all usually finished school at 17 to 18 and got into war, hospitals, schools, political offices and such. I couldn't fathom what they were still teaching prince Vasska at 20. He sighed, as though speaking to a particularly stupid child. “Queen Nymera and the Council have ordered that you start school with me. At the Bloodwright Academy.” “The what?” I stared at him. “The Bloodwright Academy here at Halomore. It’s where the royals and the purest bloodlines study. You’ll take the placement test tomorrow morning so the peop

I sniffed in, trying hard not to cry. Bulemia Royal Military Academy best known as BURMA was the first military college to be established in this continent, it schooled a lot of Lycan Royals who are currently ruling their countries, even those that were before them. It had the most sophisticated training instructors and facilities, for those who dream to become great generals and warriors, Lycans of gamma ranks, it was a dream come true but not for a feminine girl like me. I almost didn't like to do anything that stressed me.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.

"YES! Yes! A new listener has come, now listen closely baby, because it's story time." Immediately, I am pulled down and sat beside Cece. She begins her narration proptly. "Once upon a time, in the school that is The Royal Langley Academy of Ashwood International," she bats her lashes exageratedly, making everyone else snicker, "a place where the children of those rich and powerful enough, or smart and hard-working enough to get a scholarship, go to school and learn in harmony. Right?" she chirped with a smile. "Wrong." she deadpanned.

Sunlight streamed through the massive stained-glass windows, casting brilliant fractured diamonds of blue, purple, and gold across the hundreds of graduating students. I stood near the front of the stage, smoothing down the front of my white graduation robes. The heavy gold embroidery along the collar caught the light—a subtle nod to the Sovereign core humming peacefully beneath my ribs. It had been two years since the fall of the old regime, and today, we were the first class to graduate from the Unified Academy. "Stop fidgeting, you look perfect," a familiar voice whispered from my left.

I insisted. Louis chuckled. “Little knowledge? You've said his name more than you said your family's name. You even gave him a nickname when you just met him.” Heat crawled up my neck as he mentioned the nickname thing. I give everyone nicknames in my head, I just don't use it for them. Ignoring the heat, I replied. “I’m simply aware of a potential problem and I'm trying to curb it AEAP.” “AEAP?” Louis raised his eyebrows. “As early as possible.” Noah replied before I could. He shook his head as if he couldn't believe me. “He’s a first-year royal who didn’t bow to your ego. That’s the problem?”

She whispered. "Thank you," I smiled at her before settling into my seat. "So, where were we?" The teacher’s voice rang through the room. "You were talking about the history of the Royal Academy, Miss Blake." A girl from the first row answered. "Yes... As you are going to spend three years in this Academy, learning various things and improving as individuals, it is important for you to know the very foundation of this institution." She looked around the classroom. "Does anyone here have knowledge of the history of the Royal Academy? When it was created and who created it?"

I was completely not welcome with his sudden visit. "We should talk inside, I don't want us to make a scene in this poor neighboorhood." I let him with his two bodyguards in and prepared tea for them. I brought the teacups into the living room and put it on the table. My father looked at my paintings and then he proceeded to sit down. "Do you know that your daughter was trying to apply for a scholarship in CASS and London Business School?" My father asked and that surprised me. Amanda wanted to go to a business school? I looked at my father coldly and he let out a dry laugh.

I returned to the academy just in time for the teacher to enter the classroom. This is a supplementary class exclusively for Royal, the most prestigious and famous ballet group at Mailbu Academy. The members of the Royal group are all famous ballet dancers and have won many professional awards. Except for Kaylin, Garrick, I recognize a few familiar faces. Jade Roxaleen, Baldric Herrington and Veronica. If Kaylin was dubbed the 'white swan' of Malibu academy with her ability to captivate audiences, Veronica is the 'black swan' that is both mysterious and attractive.