Academic Novels & Stories

“A message arrived this morning.” Luna slipped out of bed, pulling on a robe as she crossed to him. “From who?” His jaw ticked. “The Alpha Council.” Her heart skipped. “They know?” “They do more than know.” He turned to face her, holding out the sealed scroll. “They’re demanding an audience. In three days.” Luna’s fingers trembled as she took the scroll. The wax was stamped with the ancient emblem of the High Council—an ouroboros wolf, devouring its own tail.

Before I knew it, the timer had gone off, and Aunt Carla was demanding that everyone put their pens down. My dad and Uncle Avan were tied with twenty-three items. How they even thought of so many to begin with was beyond me. Aunt Carla made them read them aloud to make sure that each item was indeed for babies. My dad went first, and then Uncle Avan. When he got to the suppository, Dad told him that they weren’t used for just babies. Therefore, he’d lost. Uncle Avan argued that if that was the case, then diapers weren’t used for just babies either. I think he realized too late that he’d stuck his foot in his mouth because he ended up losing anyway. Aunt Carla made them both take diapers off

“And…maybe beating numerous guys half to death because they were late on payments.” “Hey, in my defense, they were at least three weeks late and giving excuses upon excuses.” We both chuckle and fist bump. “Next we have the biggest player in the school—-“ She gets cut off by a very hot black-haired guy. “Rhea, I can introduce myself. I’m Caleb White. 22. Grade A.” Damn, his voice is deep. Wait, Grade A… “So you’ve committed murder yeah?” I ask. “Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?”

"Analytical Concepts in Accounting." Again, my pride got the better of me and my voice sounded stiff. "I don't plan to work at Tasty Burger my entire life." "How many classes are you taking?" He needed to leave, but I went ahead and answered. "Two each semester." He turned to my brother. "What are your grades like, Jon?" "Decent." Reed didn't seem put off by Jon's monosyllable answers. "What subjects do you like?" My brother surprisingly said, "English, literature, and history."

Point of view: I am April Jane Santisima, a simple person but known as one of the brightest students in the school of St. Patrick Academy but name famous known not an Academy but a University. The owner change it when her Son manage it. I simply want to be able to study without being aggrieved, but why do they harass me every day? What wrong have I done to them so that they repeatedly bully me especially Karen who is a well-known queen bee or better known as the evil queen of the campus because of her bad behavior.

He noticed. The teacher finished his lecture early and passed around the sheets we had for homework. I turned to hand the stack to Griffin and he brushed my hand while taking them. "Thanks, baby." he whispered and I almost melted into a puddle right then. I was able to hold it together though and nodded. I turned back around and heard him growl lowly. I smirked. "Hey, Lilly. What are you doing after school?" Axel asked. I turned to face him and shrugged as a heard the growl from Griffin again.

Ace asked, drawing my attention to him. "Why?" "You don't answer a question with a question, Miranda," he mockingly shook his head in a slow gesture to show his disapproval, "let's try this again. What are your plans tomorrow?" "I've got to go to class and complete the work I've been procrastinating to do," I had assignments piling up and I knew at the rate I was going, I'd probably sit one day before they were due to do them all. It didn't help that I didn't work well under pressure. I panicked too much which ruined things.

" We have, strong electrolytes and weak electrolytes, " Mr Garret voice faded away. Ace's thoughts invaded his mind in the middle of the class, he looked out of the windows, he's always looking out of the window. Mr Garret got tired of scolding him to pay attention to the lessons, he would always ask him suddenly but Ace already knows what they are talking about, he's smarter than most of the students in his class. Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year.

It hurt slightly, yet the pain did very little to mask the feel of a set of green eyes digging into me. I scrutinized the piece of paper with neatly printed blocks of letters and found out that it was a form to enter a competition. Specifically, a competition held by our college where other colleges also participate. I quizzically looked up from my form to see that others were confused as well. What has this competition to do anything with us?

It only dawned on her as she created and edited her works cited. Isa felt second thoughts and hesitation kick in, especially as she continued to proofread. It wasn't like she was turning in blatant erotica. Everything was formal, academic, no colloquial terminology, and formatted to APA perfection. Isa had delved into sexual deviancy, bringing up the topic of BDSM. She highlighted the section on her computer and felt the urge to delete it.