After Class Novels & Stories

I asked nicely. "I would love to get some coffee after training today. I realize you were busy yesterday and had some things you were planning to do." Angel answered back. As we were walking to training, we ran into my best friend April. I introduced April and Angel and asked April if she would like to go get coffee with us after we cleaned up after training. We made it in time for the adult classes to start. I was paired up with Angel for sparring and April was paired up with a girl named Clara.

It was definitely strange, but after a few more months, I was out of this place. Class was a blur, and fortunately, it ended quickly. "My next class is cancelled," I said as I checked my phone. "Lucky," Gianna said. "We have a long quiz." Harper nodded. "We'll see you after." I nodded and waved my hand goodbye. With that, I started searching for cafes where I could stay while waiting. Just then, my phone rang, revealing Evan's caller ID. I answered with a small smile. “Is your class over?” he asked.

The classes seemed to not end, and I couldn't wait to go home. ★━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━★ PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

“Close but no cigar. Your next assignments due at the top of class will be made available to you on the online portal. For now, you’re free to flee!” My jaw dropped as I realized that class was over.

Kendal "Great job today, class. We'll pick back up next Tuesday on page seventy-five. Have your point-of-sale diagrams completed and come ready to discuss." I glanced around the room and smiled as everyone mumbled their responses and walked to the door like a bunch of zombies. Teaching cost accounting was the fucking pits. I'd be picking up the master's level financial statement analysis class in a week or so, which would be far more interesting and intellectually stimulating because of the level of the student.

Eliana's POV "Good work today, everyone." The form mistress said to us after addressing us at the end of the class. "Class dismissed." And just like that, everyone quickly put their things together to leave. The usual scramble … chairs scraping, bags zipping, the kind of collective exhale that only happened when a long class finally ended. This was usually my window.

] Seconds and minutes passed. The food on the table slowly lost its warmth. I lifted the glass of water beside me and looked at the faint transparent outline flickering once again around my fingertips. Then I waited in silence for the final farewell to this relationship.

Chapter: Unity When we finished the strength class, I felt a slight fatigue in my body, but inside I was still filled with excitement after the confrontation we had gone through. The coach’s voice faded behind us as the students began leaving the field one by one. I walked beside Maya and Julia, while Jimmy and Misa followed us from behind, each of us talking excitedly about the events of the fight as if we were still in it. The moon was prominent in the sky, and the stars reflected their light on the academy buildings, while the lights illuminated the entire place, giving it a calm warmth after a noisy battle. We all headed to the restaurant, as we always do after c

No Celeste and Remy today—they were already gone to Storm Academy—but their absence felt like a promise more than a loss. Afternoon classes blurred: Supernatural Chemistry (alchemical reactions), Advanced Integration Politics (Accords case studies), and a short homeroom wrap-up. By the final bell, my head was full of formulas and dates, but my heart was steady. Because tonight— Tonight was Ravenna’s. **After Classes – East Tower Garage**

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In