The Class Prince Novels & Stories

Lydia said when I sat down next to them. "Nadia, why didn't you stop the Prince from leaving?" My mother chided me. "Leave? To Colchis?" "Gah! She's clueless." "The Princes went to the Ring with Princess Audrey's suitor." The Ring was a boulevard that encircled the Inner City. While the core of the city had a web of churches, museums, coffeehouses, restaurants, and boutiques, the Ring was sprawled with gambling and recreation houses, brothels, and striptease bars.

Henry chatted as he entered and sat at random. I just shrugged and sat down beside him. "Eliza, Duke Miel's daughter. And the man staring at you is Lance, Duke Dion's son." Henry was making fun of me. That Lance guy is free to think anything he wants. After all, I was just astounded by her beauty. Were they together? It's not like I care. I finally realized something as I looked around the classroom. All of the hotshots are gathered. The fourth prince, the elven princess, the duke's daughter, and the duke's son.

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

"He's clearly an Elf you idiot." "True." Fred said. "That was no warlock magic. And PRINCE Ace is a pure blooded elf. Their line has no hint of other supernatural." The princes were in deep thought as they tried to figure out Ace's magic. But for me, I only need to know one thing that keeps on bothering me since this topic was brought. "Hang on for a second." I said, catching all of their attention. Feeling four sets of eyes on me, I took a deep breath. "Are you guys telling me that, because of Ace, THE PRINCE Ace, the royal pain in the butt, was the reason that you guys found me?"

Alas with such a good luck in hands how can he enjoy the life of a commoner? Being a prince his two muscular body guards always accompany him in the school... (obviously for security reasons) but for the comfort of other students they are not allowed to go inside the class. so for the whole time they stand outside the classroom. Inside the classroom: Jack: Hey do you know that guy? Ronald: Yo buddy, I heard he is some prince Saira: He looks so cute Hon: What ever, he is just a rich spoiled brat who is going to show off his richness to us

“I’m the only heir to the Carlton empire.” Gasps echoed through the classroom and a few students sat up straighter. The professor nodded, his tone suddenly more formal. “Yes. Please, welcome Prince Will Drew Carlton, everyone.” Prince? I blinked and slowly turned my head toward him. He’s a prince?

Pathetic human beings! "So, I assume that you already meet your new classmate?" our pathetic professor started. "Yes ma'am," everyone answered, well except me of course. I hate her guts so why would I even care to answer her? I'm not her servant! "Well, he's Prince Zion Wensley the Prince of Etheor!" she continued. Everyone gasped after hearing the word Etheor. As far as I know Etheor vanished many years ago and there's no one left from the Wensleys, how come their prince is here?

Ever since it has just been mentioned that Prince Charles will be coming to the school, things have just seemed weird and something to be worried about. After the Professors were done talking, the one who interrupted us moved closer. “So, guys. There’s going to be a new change from henceforth.” “Here we go.” I said under my breath, expecting things like this. “Now, we all know that this is the Elites Class and this class is where we get more of our brilliant students and here, we can also find students with the overall qualities we need in several times. So, since Prince Charles will be attending our school, we’ll be selecting a few students who will be his classmates. I have a list here wit

“The crown prince is the Set leader for Year 5, Prince Tristan is for Year 4, and Theo, whom you haven’t met, is the Set leader for Year 3. You’ll meet them soon.” Unfortunately, I’d already done that. If Theo is anything like Brynne, then I don’t want to meet him. We slow down in front of Class 1, and she releases a deep breath. “Here’s my stop. Have a good day.” “Thank you, Helga. And you too.” Stepping into the class, I brace for the worst, but I’m greeted with silence. Maps hang on the walls. Old, faded charts of territories and borders, with framed portraits of past rulers, stare down from high above the blackboard.