Admission Is A Waste Of Time Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

They all spilled out on to a large lawn where right in front of them, there stood a view, straight out of a Thomas Kinkade painting with a large mansion; "Welcome to Hale Academy!" xXxXx (End of Chapter One Word Count: 1972 Total Word Count: 7637)

Damn it! I gritted my teeth in despair and was almost blinded by how I looked, not because it was mesmerizing but rather because it was too disappointing that I almost fell in despair upon seeing what I looked like. Damn it! I didn't sign up for this! Whoever the fuck you are if you wanted me to transmigrate to another world, can you at least take my body as well? I don't want this body at all! Give me back my hard-earned eight-pack abs! END OF CHAPTER 1

I had nothing…not even a single qualification to my name. As my thoughts grew louder and more worrying, the doors clicked open and a new nurse arrived. I tensed at the sneer on her lips. “It’s been weeks since you got admitted here.” She snarled. “You don’t think this is a charity establishment for freaks like you, right? Are you going to settle your bills or not?”

BOOK 3: Chapter 43: The Edge of Surrender God, she can’t stop laughing—breathless, reckless laughter tumbling from her lips as her back presses hard against the wall, her body caught between resistance and surrender. Her chest rises and falls, lips parted, eyes fluttering like they can’t decide whether to stay open or shut. Adrian's touch is relentless, and her mind, her reasoning, everything that once rooted her firmly in right and wrong, dissolves into something shapeless.

A new solution is necessary. The apartment feels drab and neglected, bearing the scars of past skirmishes. The furniture is mismatched, a chaotic array that only amplifies the disheartening atmosphere. My gaze falls on some peculiar holes in the wall, remnants of what might have been an intense training session, when Adis enters, a cardboard box cradled under his arm.

CHAPTER 6: The rain had cleared by Tuesday evening, leaving the city streets slick and mirroring the amber glow of streetlamps. Inside Adrian’s apartment, however, the world felt entirely sealed off from reality. No ticking clocks, no campus security guards, no ticking academic deadlines. Just the heavy, rhythmic scratch of a fountain pen and the suffocating tension of two people trying very hard to pretend they were doing nothing more than studying.

The first real encounter between the life I was building and the life I had come from, both of them standing in the same room at the same time, unable to pretend the other did not exist. And Adrian's pause at the doorway - that barely-there, almost-invisible moment of hesitation - told me something important about what was coming. This was not a closed chapter. It was an opening. The kind that does not announce itself loudly, but quietly rearranges everything that follows.

"Mr. Everett, the baby is innocent. The doctor said that if Clementine gets an abortion, it will be very difficult for her to get pregnant again in the future…" He looked up at me with tears streaming down his face. "I don’t need status or anything else, all I want is for Clementine to give birth to our baby and..." I fixed a look at him. He was a twenty-two-year-old fresh graduate. Just from looking at his eyes, I could tell he was a young grasshopper who had yet to be exposed to the harsh realities of the world. "Do me a favor and get up first." Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and cried out sharply, "I won’t get up until you say yes!

"Tell me what you're thinking." Adrian looked at him for a moment — the attending look, receiving him — and then began. End of Chapter Forty-One

And the next chapter wouldn’t be about refusing a clipboard in a clinic. It would be about refusing fear in your own home when the knock sounds official. —End Chapter 62