A Deadly Education Kindle Novels & Stories

"And now he's dead because I taught him to be proud." "He's dead because someone evil killed him. Not because he learned. Not because he was proud. Because someone chose murder." I pulled her into my arms. "Luna, if we let Savage's evil stop us from teaching, from helping, from building something better, then evil wins. Is that what you want?" "I want people to stop dying!" "So do I. God, so do I." I held her while she sobbed. "But baby, the only way to stop people like Savage is to keep going. Keep teaching. Keep showing that reform works. Keep proving that knowledge is stronger than violence."

Do you have any idea how scary it is to face the world without even an elementary education? The moment I mentioned selling the house, Mom's face turned to stone. She grabbed the rolling pin and swung it hard against my head as she hissed, "Your dad made it clear that everything here is for your brothers. You think I'd sell our home just so you can go to school? Not happening. If you so much as try to leave for school today, I swear I'll break your legs." I did not dodge the blow or fight back. I owed her that much for my life. With every ounce of strength, I shoved her aside and bolted.

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.”

As I do so, a strange explosion fills my stomach, triumphant that finally there's a replacement of Jordan Crown's beauty. A bit skips as our hands intertwine. Time seems to tick beyond count and age blurs into each other. The entire universe collapsed back to BigBang and was reborn. Stars and planets dies and scatters into the dark nothingness. For these five seconds of staring, nothing else holds significance. Just two windows and a gaze into a moment. Nothing else. Just a stare before the explosion. “Keila Taylor.” We shake hands.

"And he hasn't even been out of prison for a full day yet." My phone buzzed again. Another email. This one from Elena's school. *Dear Parents of Elena Storm,* *This email is to inform you of our upcoming social studies curriculum. Over the next six weeks, Ms. Rodriguez's class will be studying redemption narratives in American criminal justice.* *The primary text will be "The Monster I Was" by Darren Blake. Students will analyze his transformation, write comparative essays, and engage in discussions about whether true redemption is possible.* *If you have any concerns about this curriculum, please contact the school counselor.*

Maybe that's also one of the reasons why my social circle is small. Hugging a few books, I headed out of school. I didn’t see our SUV as expected. Instead, I saw Rustov on his motorbike. The buttons of his polo shirt are open so you can see his white inner shirt. Her class ends early every Friday so she takes me home and sometimes, we even pass by the Dales so she can teach me assignments. Kuya Edu already knew that so he didn't pick me up that day. It made me look forward on my Fridays.

, Zoey asked hesitantly. “Zoey, you’re mother didn’t die of a natural death, she was killed, by ugly….monsters….whose senses are ten times more heightened than ours.”, Edward stated as he walked up to a chalkboard and pulled off a cloth that was covering it, revealing pictures of people with blood on their mouth and meat pieces in their hands. “Eddie, this is not something to joke about, if you brought me hear to listen to your jokes, you’re being selfish right now.”, Zoey stated as she stood up.

the atmosphere in this place was so gloomy that it made one think they were in some kind of horror movie. to think that the students in the Angel Loom were considered less dangerous than the ones in the Mad Pact, maybe it was because the education system here was a lot better than the one in their school. most of the Alpha and the mad pact didn't even care about Education, they wouldn't hesitate to leave the school the first chance they got, that was why they nicknamed it the hell hole because of how extremely difficult it was to get out.

Jack calmly said, “Primary school students shouldn’t watch violent things. Moreover, the Death Judge has killed so many people. He is an extremely dangerous criminal. You might be the next one to go on the live broadcast. Be careful!” Aisha’s expression became a little unhappy as she said seriously, “First, I’m not an elementary school student. I’ve already told you twice. I’m a high school student. “Second, I forbid you to talk about the Death Inquisitor like that. He’s not a criminal. He’s a hero who punishes criminals. If you continue to speak ill of him, I’ll break off our friendship!” Jack looked helpless. “Have we established friendship?”

I signed my name, Elena, with a strange sense of calm. After dying a gruesome death in my past life, I finally saw the truth. This man, the husband I had loved for years, had a heart of stone. He did not love me. He did not love our unborn child. Fine. I was done holding on. I would grant his wish and disappear from his world completely. I shoved the waiver back at the stunned staff member. Ignoring the glint of malice in Lily's eyes, I walked to the edge of the platform. The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss.