Academy's Pervert In The D Class Novels & Stories

You need to write our notes down for us. Me - I needed to change my clothes! Zane- Why? Your panties were soaked from feeling my fingers inside them? Yes, but I will not be telling you that asshole. You embarrassed me in front of the students and the professors who just stood there and didn't try to stop it. Alec- Fuck I swear when class is over I'm going to jerk off. Watching her almost cum on your fingers was so damn hot. Disgusting pig. Don't jerk off thinking about me.

“You really have amnesia, right?” Evie frowned. Hadn’t she already said it? “Yeah?” James nodded. “I believe you fully now. You even forgot I’m from class A.” EEEEEH? “What? You’re from class A?” Class A was the special brain class of the year. It’s where Hanz and his study mania brethren were. This little mandrill was from that class. “Boss, your gaze is offending. I’m really from class A and I’m even in the top fifty of the school. I’m a de Lancy. If my grandpa sees me getting bad results I will get disowned.”

The bell rang just then and I picked my bag up ready to leave with other students when the pervert called, “Miss Cavanagh, a word.” I didn’t want to make a scene so I stepped back. His eyes raked over me and I clenched my jaw as I gritted out, “What is it?” “Your grades are decreasing every semester and with your behaviour in the class I don’t think you will be able to catch up.” “If you would get over your rejection by me then I won’t fail anymore, Professor.” I said with a smile on my face. His lips twitched in a grimace and he took a step toward me. I looked back at the open door and stood my ground. “You need someone to teach you. Your subjects and discipline.”

He declared and stormed off the room. He prevented the others to brand Maia Evans as a traitor, but now their attention is on him. All kinds or rumors started to circulate about Ace Dashkov. A delinquent, they say. And it wasn’t helping that he goes at class usually with a cut on his lip, or either an unkempt hair coupled with swollen fists. Even so, his good looks makes the girls swoon over him secretly. They say he could be fixed, but no one until now dared to approach the school hunk.

ALEENA'S POV I looked at the F on my test results wide eyed, my head buzzing a little. I blinked severally, refreshing the student portal but it didn't change. How on earth did I fail my essay? Westhaven academy buzzed around me. Students checked their mid term results and screamed with joy. Nobody was paying attention to me, that was good because no one could know that Aleena Marsh, the scholarship prodigy had just been handed an academic death sentence. I couldn't afford for anyone else to find out about my failure, not until I verified directly from Professor Lorcan.

The news moved through the academy the way most things moved through the academy, faster than the people it concerned, and in a form that had changed shape several times before it arrived anywhere. By the morning after the classification interview, the version circulating among second- and third-year students included four items. The authorities dismissed Aren Fell's formal challenge on all three counts. Professor Caine had declared the mana classification system incomplete. Kael Draven had answered every extension question on the midterm theory paper, all correctly, and something had happened with the assessment pillars that the faculty could not explain.

“Stubborn keeps you breathing longer than brave does.” Up on the balcony, the queens had returned to their conversation. Darius leaned forward slightly, saying something low to Ravenna that made her smirk. But his posture had changed—tenser, shoulders squared like he was bracing for an invisible wind. His pale-gray eyes flicked downward once more. Brief. Assessing. Then away. Nico felt it. Didn’t react. He finished his vegetables, pushed the tray aside, and stood. “Next class is in ten. Let’s go.”

This academy was specially designed for young werewolves who were about to come of age. Werewolves who hadn’t yet learned to shift into their wolf form would be trained here so that, when the time came, they could transform properly. Some wolves failed to shift at all they became outcasts, banished from their packs. At the High Ranking Training Academy, everyone competed fiercely to become the best, just like true champions. Class A consisted of werewolves with above average intelligence. Their skills were also exceptional. Meanwhile, Class B held those of average ability, followed by the lower-ranked classes beneath them.

He stared at his classmates that were shaking in nervousness. Principal Lyns, understanding the hidden meaning behind her gaze, said with a tinge of a smile in her voice, "We are commencing the examination now. You can introduce yourselves first." As she spoke, she gestured to them beneath the stage with a G-Pen in her hand. Lunar Invel heaved a sigh. It was like that he has no choice but to listen to these students. The other judges started to look over them, waiting for them to walk in. The one who was beside Moon stepped forward and started speaking. "Good morning evaluators, I am Jayze Morbid. I was one from the Devil Possession Class. I started at White Da—"

I focused on my thoughts and I tried my best to recall the defense magic I learned with Sienna just in case I needed to protect myself. Three other Vampire's rapidly arrived at the scene at their customary blurry speed. They were members of the Dorwin Academy Houndcross team and they swept their peers of the ground. "What the hell is wrong with him? Feeding from the source is banned especially while enrolled," Alex communicated to one of them. He rushed over to Courtney and effectively picked her up. She was still conscious but she was dazed and slowly blinking. "Danté you need to find Coach," he started by ordering his friend before answering Alex. "Look man we're sorry, we didn't know this