A Deadly Education Novels & Stories

Every headline is a new blow. [OXFORD STUDENT EXPELLED AFTER SCANDAL WITH PROFESSOR] [15,000 PIONEERS OF TRUTH: HERE'S HOW A PETITION SET THE STANDARD AGAINST SEXUAL PRIVILEGES IN HIGHER EDUCATION] [IMOGEN DARCY, DANTE'S SALVATORE MISTRESS OR MODERN DAY EXPRESSION OF A SEXUALLY DESPERATE STUDENT]

She drowned her wine. “Jane,” Henry didn’t want to let go of this. “Do you ever consider your child’s emotion, do you ever consider how he would feel meeting a lady for the first time, staying with her, living with her… what about his wife-to-be emotion, she could be getting married to a man who would never love her, I suggest he be brought to the world and learn about ladies, about wife and about---“ “He was taught that, wasn’t he?” Her forehead creased. “That is the reason I got him the best teacher, he learnt it all.”

"And it's not like boys even approach me at school anyway. They're all too scared of you lot." "Which means the system is working," Drew says, clearly pleased with himself. Killian and Reid reach over to high-five him. "What do you mean working?" I look between them. "Have you been scaring people away on purpose?" "It's in everyone's best interest," Reid says casually, leaning against the wall beside Logan and Austin. "If someone breaks your heart, we have someone to deal with. It keeps things simple." Logan shoves him lightly. Reid raises his hands in surrender, muttering something low.

"My father... Arthur... he made me take a basic trauma course when I was a teenager. He said a Vance asset should always know how to patch a bullet wound. I—I've never done it on someone I... on someone like you." Malakai let out a dry, rattling breath, his chest heaving. "Just... do it, Ari. I'm not... going to break." "It's going to hurt. A lot," I whispered, tears welling in my eyes—half of them fake, half of them entirely real because the thought of losing him was a physical knife in my throat.

We all nodded gratefully. “So, this Alexander person is going to be at an event this weekend. And you're going to..” Logan started. “Kill him, we hope,” Keddrick finished. “If it makes you feel better Logan, he's a shitty person. He murders and rapes his way through towns.” Damon explained. “He almost raped Tris at her house.” Jane softly said.

The uniforms are as beautiful as what you expect from a prestigious school. I stand up from a stall and walk to the door. This is it. The end of my life. ... Our homeroom teacher allocated us to form a line in the middle of a hallway that leads to our room. It was the only building that can be used safely. As far as I can remember, one of the students entered one of the rooms on the second floor. The result? She died. I neither the members of the Alecto is not interested in such a thing. Every death that occurs or is related to the scholar class, has a lesson that teaches. Discipline.

Perfect timing to maximize chaos and minimize opportunity for verification. Then I closed my laptop and allowed myself a moment of satisfaction. Some people would call what I'd done evil. Cruel. Sociopathic manipulation that destroyed innocent lives. I called it education. Teaching valuable lessons about trust, vulnerability, and the danger of believing that love could overcome strategic psychological warfare. Class was almost over. Time for the final exam. And based on everything I'd observed this semester, most of my students were about to fail spectacularly.

"Alicia, I know I was wrong. Come back home with me. Let's go abroad and live the life you've always wanted. Don't you love snowy days? We can settle in Noalo. Please, come with me!" I walked past him, extending my hand to catch a snowflake. "Leonard, do you know why I like snowy days? "It's because my father died in the winter fire. I hated heaven for taking him, and I kept thinking that if it had snowed that day, our house wouldn't have caught fire, and he wouldn't have died. But now, I only hate the both of you!" He opened his mouth as if to explain but then shook his head. He pulled out the crumpled divorce papers.

"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."

The silence in the packhouse was sharp, like the blade of a dagger pressed against the skin. Mike had called for another meeting, and the entire council sat in tense anticipation. My fingers tapped the wooden table in front of me, the rhythm steady, the only outlet for the storm brewing in my mind. Selene’s words from the coven replayed over and over. *“A life for a life.”* It wasn’t just cryptic—it was horrifying. Who would make such a sacrifice? And what if we couldn’t find another way?