A Deadly Education Novels & Stories

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.

"We can never let Gina have the baby. I don't care if it kills her!" Mom, on the other hand, looked confident. "Relax. The doctor already told me that Gina's got leukemia from all the formaldehyde in our new house. Even the baby's deformed! It's not surviving. "Martha and Michael can finally rest assured this time. All the money we'd spent renovating this house with the crazy high formaldehyde levels wasn't wasted after all." It was only then that a cruel realization crushed me. No one, including my parents, wanted me to keep the baby. In fact, they all wanted it dead.

"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?

It was horrible indeed, Alejandro used him for what was unknown to him. He pictured the deal documents as he recalled the date. It actually ended on his birthday which means, Alejandro had a reason for murdering his parents. He took another shot again and gulped it once, instantly, his gaze landed on a drawer and he walked towards him drawing it out revealing a frame. He took it out exposing the image of his young self and his parents. He could remember himself that his mother was just a months pregnant then and the young him couldn't wait to have a junior sibling.

Deadly. “We go to war.”

The moment I heard that, my phone slipped from my hand. I collapsed to my knees and screamed into the line, "Dante, that’s a human life! She once paid for your education! How can you be this ruthless?!" Dante did not waver. I could even hear the sound of whiskey being poured on his end. "Sofia, don’t expect mercy for enemies. Since you chose to stand against the family, you bear the consequences. Go clarify. Don’t destroy Olivia. She’s the family’s future cash cow." In that moment, I finally understood that the man I loved was already dead.

A bold red headline at the top of the screen read, 'Mass Casualty at Blackwood Academy: Entire Student Body and Faculty Found Dead Overnight. My mind went completely blank for a moment before I opened the article. The report was brief, brutal, and hard to believe. 'All 5,000 students and faculty at Blackwood High died the night before due to catastrophic bleeding. Only two students who missed the study hall survived.' I sank onto the edge of the bed, clutching the phone as my entire body started to shake. 'How is this happening?' Only last night, those people were still alive. My classmates. My teachers. Everyone I had known for the past three years.

Rabiya was leaning on the pole of the streetlight, arms were both akimbo on his side, when she took part onto this who ‘I don’t know what’s weirder’ thing, “If there is anything weird as of now, it is the fact that it’s already turning nine o’clock yet we are still unable to make our way home. I bet we are spending another night stuck in this place now called pitfall of the dead.” “Pitfall of the dead?” I asked as I heard. “That’s one terribly horrific name for this all-time home of student achievers University. If I were the Dean and I happen to hear what you said, I might send my people to sweep you off the place in the modest way possible.” I answered. Admit it, pitfall of the dead was in