by Rachel Angel
Revenge
Bad Boy Royals of Kingsbury Prep #3
Rachel Angel
Revenge
Published by Romance On the Go, an Imprint of Sparklesoup
Copyright © 2019 Rachel Angel
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All characters and storyline is an invention from Rachel Angel/Kailin Gow. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is purely coincidence.
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This series is dedicated to all the strong women who had to face bullying, are facing bullying, and who will overcome it.
SERIES BLURB
Tossing the Black Envelope is tradition. Now Tempest Ryan has received it, anyone in school can bully her.
Make her leave.
That's the K3's decree. That's what she gets for trying to mess with us Royals.
Kingsbury Prep is a 500 year old institution.
Only those with royal blood can attend this school.
A commoner like Tempest Ryan does not belong.
We will break her, break her will, break her heart.
She will wish she never stepped foot into Kingsbury.
Only now, she is getting under all of our skin like a burn that can't stop itching.
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Kingsbury Prep's K3 Royals have made it known they don't want me here.
Being at the receiving end of the notorious Black Envelope is no laughing matter.
I'd learned someone had died from it. Another nearly died but left Kingsbury just in time.
These guys are cruel. They started a war against me. Even though I am reeling from the pain, I have some secrets of my own.
Love and Hate is a fine line, especially when they all seem to hate me, but can't stop wanting me.
***REVENGE is reverse harem/mature high school bully romance novel. This is book three of six in the series. Contains foul language and sexual scenes; any sex featured is consensual.
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NOTE FROM AUTHOR
Disclaimers
Although Bad Boy Royals of Kingsbury Prep is fiction, there was a school in history which only allowed those of royal blood to attend. It was a school to train them to become global rulers and diplomats. The names of the countries of the royals have been changed for fictional purposes. In the writing of this series, specialists such as a weapons specialist, a fighting specialist, and a lawyer were consulted to best accurately depict certain scenes, while being fiction. While this takes place at a high school level academy, due to the maturity of the themes, language, and sexual content; this series is best suitable for a mature audience. Tempest and her lovers are seniors and at least 18 years old.
This is also a Reverse Harem, which means the main female character will have three or more love interests.
Possible triggers in this book for those sensitive to these issues: suicide, bullying, attempted rape.
The entire series for Bad Boy Royals of Kingsbury Prep takes place Senior Year for Tempest and the K3s. Events may go faster than a typical bully romance RH Academy book, which takes place 1 book per year. Tempest, Book 1, is told from her point-of-view and the language will reflect this. The structure of events and timing will reflect her point-of-view to keep with the integrity of the storytelling. Please keep an open mind for the way this book is told, as it may not fall within the typical style of RH Romances and Bully Romances. On the contrary to the typical RH Romances and Bully Romances, this series has a twist to it.
As this book series has been optioned as a film and is based on a mix between genres (manga, mature comic, and contemporary romance), there will be more action rather than description.
Finally, this is a bully romance which means enemy to lover romance. By no means do we promote or advocate any bullying of any kind, but seek to prevent it in real life. If anyone is facing bullying in real life, there are resources and help out there. One we recommend is:
Shy Girls Social Club Handbook on Dealing with Bullies and Other Meanies by Kailin Gow
https://www.amazon.com/Social-Handbook-Dealing-Bullies-Meanies-ebook/dp/B0049B2C7A
Prologue
Tempest
The door fumbled and clicked open. I braced myself. Whoever was coming towards me wouldn’t be who I expected, would he?
I noticed his white spiked up hair immediately. Then his silvery-blue eyes whom I had spent countless nights staring into.
Then there was his amazingly strong and perfected fighter’s body, complete with his colorful masterful tattoos.
“Ori?” I said to him as he walked into the bedroom. He stopped and looked over at me.
“Thank God, you’ve regained consciousness,” he said.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked.
“Miss,” he began. “You were sleeping for days. Knocked out. Unconscious. Normally other fighters wouldn’t care about what happens to the fighter they beat up during a tournament. Well, you’re fragile-looking and a girl. I didn’t want to leave you behind in the ring. Plus, it would be bad for my public image.”
“What are you? Aren’t you a prince?” I asked
“In a way,” he said. “I’m a Prince of Wall Street. I dabble in stocks and bonds. Real Estate sometimes. But my fun and thrill is underground fighting. That’s where we met. I knocked you out, and since there’s no medical treatment at these places, you could end up dying. So I just left you at my place here.”
“I feel terrible,” I said.
“Well, you had a concussion. Some possible broken bones, but you were knocked out for a while.”
“But what about K3 and Kingsbury Prep?” I asked.
“K3? Kingsbury? What are those?” Ori asked.
“You’re part of the K3, and we all go to this Academy for Royals called Kingsbury Prep and…”
“Miss, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
I got up but fell out of bed to the carpet.
“Hey, don’t move. You’re still not well.” Ori got up and came around towards me.
But not before I saw the paper take-out menu on the ground. All Day Dim Sum.
I looked at Ori, approaching me, and suddenly, my fighting sense began flashing warning signals to me.
Something is definitely not right.
Chapter 1
Hunter
I understood science. I understood the laws of physics. Technology was my playground, especially when you could use it to alter reality with fantasy.
“How’s it going?” Kaz’s voice bellowed as he walked into my hotel suite where we had set up our operation.
“Going as planned,” I said, barely glancing at him while keeping my eyes on the monitors. “She is buying into it.” Kaz stopped walking for a second and his face briefly displayed a moment of regret before it became stone cold. Kaz’s killer face.
“Good,” he said coming up to my surveillance table. I had three monitors displaying various views from cameras set up in key locations where Tempest Ryan frequented. Kaz stared at the monitor where Tempest was alone in the h
otel room with Ori.
She was holding her face in both of her hands.
Was she crying?
“Zoom up on her face,” Kaz said. “I want to see her.”
I hesitated for a moment. Could I do it? Could I really look into those violet brown eyes of hers and not feel anything?
“Hunter,” Kaz said. “Why are you hesitating? Are you having any regrets? Remember what she did to us. Remember how she betrayed us.”
I put aside my own feelings and concentrated on the task. Kaz and I were thick. We’ve been raised almost like brothers. Since toddlers, we’ve always shared. Even Tempest. She made us believe she loved us all. Then she pulled the rug from under us when we uncovered the truth. Tempest’s betrayal was an affront to us…a terrible heart-wrenching one which I wanted to overlook, but couldn’t.
“Ori’s doing his part,” Kaz reminded me. “I didn’t think he could act so convincingly, but he’s a born thespian.”
“That he is,” I said. “A born show boater. It’s in all those videos. People love him.”
I zoomed up close to Tempest’s face. Stunning. She could have a career as a model if she just walked away. Smooth glowing porcelain skin. Flawless. High regal cheekbones, full kissable lips that I had ravaged many times. I closed my eyes remembering how she would use those soft lips on me, on my body. Especially when she would wrap them around my girth. I took a deep breath before letting it out. I was already hard just looking at those lips.
And her silky purple hair so soft it felt like cashmere. I remembered the first time I touched it, I couldn’t believe hair could be so soft yet thick. Strong yet soft at the same time, like Tempest herself.
“Her eyes,” Kaz said as the camera zoomed in close to reveal her brilliant violet eyes. Large, almost doe-like, and so innocent-looking. He gulped, betraying his feelings. If I didn’t know Kaz better, he was affected just like I was, just by looking at her. If Kaz and I weren’t born to different parents, we would probably be twins where I could feel and sense what he felt. Even with Tempest, when we were making love to her, we were like one unit. God, it hurt like a bitch, what she did to us.
I had to take a deep breath or I would have a hard time breathing. I felt like I had been gutted, stabbed through my heart. The pain was so deep, I almost killed Kaz, the messenger of the news, for delivering the news to Ori and I.
Tempest wasn’t crying like we thought she would. She was looking at Ori, her eyes bright and direct, confident. It was the expression I loved. She was still fierce. Still defiant. Still so fucking sexy.
Kaz ran his hand through his blue-black hair and his blue eyes darken into almost black as he stared at her on the screen. “Damn, Tempest,” he swore. “Why did you have to betray us? Why did you fucking have to make this so hard?”
I felt the same way. We all did…all three of us K3s, what we were called everywhere since Kaz, Ori, and I were inseparable, thicker than brothers.
Kaz took a deep breath and said, “She messed with us, broke us, but she’ll have to pay. There is no other way.”
I nodded. He was right. For what she did, she had to pay or we would never be able to trust her again. It was our revenge to be had.
Chapter 2
Ori
Tempest Ryan was holding her face in her hands, like she was about to cry.
Of all things I hated about this…me being right here with Tempest as though we didn’t have any history together and one that had my world centered on, was the fact she was right here physically in front of me, and I can’t reach out to touch her, to kiss her, or to make love to her like I did before. And if she started crying, I wouldn’t be able to hold and comfort her.
Now Tempest, my Tempest, my heart, was about to cry, and I couldn’t even console her.
But she would be paying soon. What she did would have had her executed back in the old days. She was like a double agent, a spy, who was now found guilty. As I stared at her, all I wanted to do is go over to her and hold her in my arms, but then I remembered what she did, and could only glare at her.
What Kaz, Hunter, and I have agreed to do was a much more humane way to make her pay. It would hurt her, but it would hurt us more. We had loved her before her betrayal. Hurting her…was like getting our hearts torn out once again.
I stared at her, almost unable to move because my heart was tearing in two as I acted indifferently towards her, like I didn’t even know her when I intimately did.
“Ori,” Tempest said, looking up at me with her violet eyes, a look that melted my heart. “I don’t understand all this. Where am I really? Why does my head hurt so much? What’s going on?”
“Like I said, Miss,” I put on my American Wall Street voice, “you had a concussion and was knocked out for days.”
“How?”
“You fought against me in a tournament. An underground fight. I do it for pure adrenaline rush and to escape a high stress job. Trading stocks and commodities. But you…I think I heard the announcer said you were fighting because you needed the money to help your kid sister out. Well, you fought against me since you had to fight the reigning champ, me. And well, sorry honey, you fought your best, but I still beat you. A head blow, unfortunately, which I always try to avoid, but you were such a fierce fighter, I was put on defense until I had to knock you out. You fell down hard and ended up with a concussion.”
“But how did I end up here?” she asked, wiping her eyes. She was trying not to cry, which ate me up. She was being so brave.
“I didn’t want to leave you in the ring with a concussion, Miss,” I said. “So I brought you to my hotel suite. I fly back and forth from San Francisco to New York enough that I have a place here when I do visit.”
“Could I have dreamt it all?” Tempest asked.
“Whatever you’re thinking or whoever you think I am, it could all be because you had a concussion. It makes your head weirded out. Hallucinate.”
“Oh Ori!” Tempest covered her face with her hands. “I hated being bullied at Kingsbury Prep by the student body and Veronica just because I was the first common blood student admitted there in years and not of royal blood, but I’ve grown to love it because of you, Kaz, and Hunter. I loved you guys more than anything in the world, except my sister Lily. Now it’s all gone. It never existed? There wasn’t a Kingsbury Prep or a K3? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes, Miss, you made all that up while you had a concussion.”
She shook her head. “I can’t believe it.”
I smiled. “Well, what you said about this Kingsbury Prep seemed unbelievable. A school just for royalty? And I’m a prince?” I laughed. “A prince who has tattoos and fights in underground tournaments?”
She nodded and smiled a lopsided smile, throwing her hands up. “Yeah, crazy as it sounds, there was a private Academy for royals to train them for leadership and diplomacy. It was the ideal school for monarchs to send their children so they could learn how to get along, learn about other cultures, the world, languages, etc. etc. to become good world leaders. It was held in a beautiful castle called Kingsbury Castle, which was once owned by the Kingmaker William of Kingsbury who could predict and choose who would become king.”
Tempest winked. “And yes, at Kingsbury Prep, there was a prince who was so hot and gorgeous, his body was like my temple where I would spend all day and night ‘worshiping’ and loving his intricate tattoos. He and his other two crown princes were like Kings at Kingsbury hence the name K3 so yes, he was allowed to have tattoos on campus. Fighting in underground fight clubs…though, he did that in secret.” Tempest stood up and moved so fast across the ground to stand right in front of me then.
I inhaled her scent. Her intoxicating lavender and jasmine scent. It made my mouth water as I remember licking her entire body and wrapping her scent around me. She had said my body was like a temple to her, but her body was home for me. I couldn’t live without her, and to be separated from her, was like losing a piece of me. With her, I wanted to possess her
, to eat her up. For hours, I would eat her pussy, spread her folds wide so I could lick deep into her, plunge my tongue into her over and over again until she was coming all over me. Then I would lick her up again and start all over again. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted her so much. So much that sometimes I didn’t want to share her with anyone, not even my brothers from K3.
She was so close, I could feel her presence touch me. I could smell her hair. I could almost taste her. God, I wanted to bunch my hand into her hair and make a fist holding her hair and pull her back so I could plunge my mouth against hers.
“Sounds like a wonderful dream,” I said, gruffly.
She held up a white paper takeout menu. All Day Dim Sum. “What is this?”
Shit. Why didn’t we find that menu in the room and had gotten rid of it before she woke up?
“A menu from one of the places I must have ordered from before. I order around here all the time when I’m in town.”
“Oh? What did you order from them? All Day Dim Sum is my favorite restaurant in San Francisco,” she said. “In fact, I’m hungry right now. Starving. I’d like to order from them.” She looked around. “Have you seen my phone?”
“You know, you didn’t have it on you when I brought you here,” I said. “You couldn’t carry it with you into the arena so someone must have held your phone for you…maybe? Did you bring someone from home or you could trust to the fight? You should’ve. Sometimes the organizer at the more shady ones, they leave you unconscious right there while everyone make a beehive out of there when the police would show up.”
“Great,” Tempest said. “So I lost my phone, too.”