Academia X Novels & Stories

Even though I barely knew what he was about to say, looking at his expression meant whatever he had in mind wouldn't be good. "Failing classes could lead to expulsion by the end of the session. Mystic Academy isn't just a haven for people like you; it's a place to mold future leaders. We wouldn't have sports or even subjects if we didn't have that in mind. Despite your unique abilities, we want all students to fit into society as a whole." I nodded again. "But there's nothing I can do about failing. Asking Coach Jensen to bench me would be uncalled for. You know Hockey is my life, and taking that away from me could be devastating. It can end me."

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.

She smiles again, but this time it’s not so sweet, more seductive, if you can call it that. “There’s no need for that. I prefer anonymity, if that’s all right with you, Ms. Akers.” “Oh, of course. That’s no problem at all.” “There is another matter I’d like to discuss with you concerning one of your students. Her name is Xenia Abbington.” “Let me check. As the head of the finance department, I don’t deal directly with students usually. What about her?”

she says the words felt like they are meant to Justin, he growled, at me, and I tried to ignore him, he better stay away from me. She kept on talking, shifting to submissives, and dominant again, going over the main academies, it's Dom&Little Academy, and the Submissive Academy, the most two famous ones in our district. When she was done, we were finally allowed to leave, her eyes kept on following me, she even licked her lips looking at me, I wasn't a meal, I made sure to walk quickly to get away from her.

She cleared her throat before she began to speak. "Hello Students and welcome to The Academy of Pleasurable Desires." She said. "My name's Miss Dean and I am in charge of the BDSM course that a lot of you guys will be taking. Today, the orientation will explain to you the rules of the academy and how everything works here. You will also be introduced to the teachers at this academy. Now, I'm going to hand the microphone over to your Principal, the Warden of this school, Mr. Clark."

“Interdisciplinary collaboration is rare at your level of cohesion.” Harper shifted in her seat, tension knotting her stomach. “What about… optics?” she asked cautiously. “Our history is still very public.” Roth leaned back, folding his hands. “Public, yes,” he agreed. “But increasingly viewed as resilient rather than scandalous. Academia respects survival stories when they’re backed by strong work.” The validation hit harder than Harper expected. For months, she’d been waiting for doors to quietly close behind her. Instead… they were opening.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

The world tilted. Head of Literature. That meant… that meant my Literature Department. The one I was enrolled in. The one where I had classes starting next week. The one where I would be seeing him, not across a dimly lit bar, but across a lecture hall. Or worse, in a small seminar room, his storm cloud eyes dissecting my essays. Fuck. A cold dread seeped into my bones, chilling me far more effectively than the air conditioning. This wasn't just a random, incredibly hot, incredibly reckless one night stand. This was a direct collision course with my academic future. My scholarship. My entire carefully constructed life.

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.

I crossed my legs, then uncrossed them, my hands twisting in my lap. "You’ve put me in a very difficult position," he said, finally leaning back. He crossed his arms, the fabric of his shirt straining against his biceps. "Academic fraud is an expulsion-level offense. The board doesn't care about 'desperate circumstances.' They care about the prestige of this institution." "Please," I said, my voice cracking. "I’ve worked so hard to be here. I just... I was exhausted. I thought if I made the paper stand out, you’d finally—"