webnovel
Webnovel / Adolescente / The Princess and The Bad Boy
#TEEN#DRAMATIC#FIRSTLOVE#ENEMIESTOLOVERS#SWEET#LOVETRIANGLE#CRUSH#BADBOY#COOLGUY

The Princess and The Bad Boy

After her mother dies, Daphne Lane has to go with her father and stepmother who is a queen to Luisa Island, a small (fictional) island that is very prosperous. To become a member of the royal family, she is taken to a mansion in Los Angeles (Twin City of the capital of Luisa) to be taught manners. During the debriefing, she was mentored directly by her stepmother and got a private tutor. In an instant, Daphne's free life begins to be restricted by rules. A set of rules that become a habit should not be broken. Like it or not, Daphne must follow the rules that apply in her life. Transferring to a new school, Daphne immediately becomes the spotlight there as the Princess of Luisa. Although many are queuing up to become her new friends, Daphne prefers to befriend the children who are members of the "Dumped Students" to avenge the crimes of the popular students' club led by Trixie Marshall. Despite being known as a trouble-provoking and a school bouncer, no one knows how Daphne has felt since losing her mother and having to live under the same roof as a stepmother who upholds manners and often compares her to Christabel. Her stepmother and even father also began to make her feel alienated in her new environment. Daphne tries to escape by tricking the security. But unfortunately amid her attempt to escape, she actually 'meets' with Justin Lancaster, an annoying guy who is a troublemaker at school. So her journey to the place of contemplation was again interrupted by the boy's presence.

MinAera · Adolescente
Sin suficientes valoraciones
50 Chs

Welcome to Hell (e)

Welcome to hell on earth. The school. I never loved school. If I say 'hey, I miss school' it means I miss my friends, not my homework, teachers, punishment, or even my school building. Back when I lived with my mom in Florida, I went to school in a nice place. All my friends bowed under my feet and respected me as a school thug. Now, I have lost my friends in Florida, and I regret the status of a school thug that I carry on. After moving to LA, my life has changed drastically. Whatever I wanted is fulfilled and has been provided by a maid whose wearing a matching uniform. It is different from when I was living with my mother. Just to ask her something, I had to sulk first.

Markus, my chauffeur, opened the door for me. My feet appeared first, stepping on the asphalt road, followed by my body. The strong wind deliberately blew my hair which I was desperately styling. I brushed away some of the strands stuck to my forehead in annoyance. Then, I walked my feet away from the car.

I paused for a moment in front of this majestic building that didn't deserve to be called a school—it looked like a horrible old castle with bats flying about in each of its towers. Don't forget the lightning either. That's what I often see in fantasy films.

Continuing my steps, I smoothed my slightly messy hair. Hopefully, my new friends are not the annoying population that throngs this earth.

But I feel bad when I get skeptical eyes from my new friends. I made sure I didn't look wrong. This is my best performance. The Graham Bell High School uniform had a black skirt above the knee which made walking uncomfortable. I'm afraid perverted brains are peeking under my skirt. Err… don't let it go, God. I'll punch them with my best punch when it happens.

PREVINDEXNext