Royal Preparatory Academy Novels & Stories

"He will never tire of me because I am everything you aren't. I am strong. I'm beautiful. I have a wolf. And I am loyal. You’re just a broken toy he threw in the trash." She turned around to leave, but then she stopped at the door. "Oh, I almost forgot! Father and Mother are moving into the East Wing of the palace tomorrow. Zayn gave them a whole floor of their own as a thank you for bringing me here. We are a real royal family now. And you? You're just the family secret we keep under the floorboards." She slammed the heavy door shut, and the sound of the lock clicking into place felt like a death sentence.

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?"

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

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.