Academia Novels Novels & Stories

I feel my whole body relax like it only does when she's close. "You don't need to be embarrassed about reading dirty books. I've been doing it for years." she says and my head pops up and I stare at her to determine how serious she is. But I don't sense even hint of joking. How interesting. "Really? What kind of books do you like?" I ask and watch with fascination as an adorable blush creeps up her face. "Um... mostly small town romance. Single dad, friends to lovers, next door neighbors, things like that." she says a little shyly making me chuckle.

No signal, no contacts, no way to call my mother and tell her where I was. But the files remained, even the novel: 'Saintess of Hauntspire High'; and the manuscript, which I retitled: 'Villainess of Aetherion Academia.' I had read them both cover to cover during the month at Duskbane Estate, hunched under blankets, scrolling until my eyes burned. I knew the plot. I knew the characters. I knew the twenty VIP students in this year's freshman class, their alliances, their betrayals, their endings.

But it was genuine work and Isa felt she put considerable effort into it. After sifting through cringe-y articles on past 50 Shades of Grey hype, Isa eventually found original academic literature on subjects ranging from Stockholm syndrome to gender and submissive behaviors. There was a genuine research and science to this - and without realizing it, she had selected some of her professor's own work. It only dawned on her as she created and edited her works cited.

She dramatically sighs and says, "You don't understand what it's like for James. Academia is not easy and research takes time." I can hear the disappointment in her voice as well as the condescending tone. I understand, perfectly well, what academia is like. I grew up in a house full of academics. I understand that they can be selfish and single minded in their pursuits. I probably had such a talent for being an assistant because I spent my life assisting my parents and brother.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Mas better kung ready rin ako para do'n. The title of the book was 'Ιστορία de Ἀκαδημία'. Sounds weird, looks weird, but I somehow managed to read it. Its first page was about the founder. AND THE FOUNDER WAS: VIVIAN MORIANA!? What the fuck? I hurriedly went upstairs to my room to get the book my papa gave me. "VIAN! HUWAG TUMAKBO BAKA MADAPA KA!" Paalala ni lola. "Sorry po!"

"And even if the new Professor is as handsome as Sandra claims, I'm sure the male characters in my novels are far more attractive and captivating." "But what if he surpasses all expectations?" Amelia persisted, and I groaned. "Just leave me alone, Amelia," I replied before mentally blocking her out. To be honest, I still felt like sleeping and not going for history class this morning, but the news about having a new Professor made me change my mind. I was planning to complete my short stories this morning, but I guess I'd be doing that after I return from classes. My world revolved around academia and my passion for writing, and I couldn't afford to miss any more classes, no matter how tempt

“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”

I do this so she thinks I still trust her opinion and is blissfully unaware of what she’s really up to. Or that I know she’s the “Master.” Later, in the library, Luca finds me surrounded by open books. “You’re studying now?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with me,” I mutter. “There’s silver dust outside my door, a goddess keeps carving graffiti into my ceiling, and my walls hum like they’re alive. Not to mention the bond is driving me crazy, our headmaster is a serial killer and I have a madman on my case. I think studying is the least chaotic thing I can do right now.”

Savannah said, with a hard glare. “Okay, okay! Jeez … what kind of best friend do you have, babe?” Avan asked, with a mischievous grin, stealing one last glance at me again before finally focusing on the road. I just giggled, loving the sibling energy he and Savannah always had whenever we were together. Without another word, Avan drove us through the grand entrance of Werewolf Academia. I was amazed by the way the campus sprawled with majestic Gothic buildings, lush forests, and manicured lawns.