Blackmore University Novels & Stories

Barely ten minutes later, an announcement dropped on the platform and I read it with satisfaction. MELBOURNE ELITE UNIVERSITY OF TECHNOLOGY IS AN INSTITUTION FOR LEARNING. EVERY STUDENT IS EXPECTED TO HAVE SATISFACTORY CONDUCT TOWARDS OTHER STUDENTS, IRRESPECTIVE OF RACE, APPEARANCE, NATIONALITY, BACKGROUND, GENDER, SEXUALITY AND STATUS. ANY DISCRIMINATION ON THE SCHOOL COMMUNITY TOWARDS ANY SET OF PEOPLE WOULD BE CONSIDERED INTOLERABLE AND PUNISHABLE. LET US ALL BE GUIDED.

“Huh.. They really do have a lot of good-looking girls here. I still think our school, Cypress University, has more good-looking guys..” Cypress University is ranked 2nd in all colleges and universities in the country of Great Blackhampton. Although it is second in the ranking, the difference is so wide between it and Henhall University. First years are given a probation period on the first semester, and if their output is not satisfactory then they will be recommended to shift courses or transfer schools.

Puzzled by what to do, she announces her presence. "Hello !, Mr Black!". She announced as she walks slowly to where the sounds were coming from, hoping the people stop before she got close. The moans only got louder the more steps she took and the sound of body clapping soon joined in. Grace was distraught as to why she was sent here even though they were having sex, or was it porn?, she couldn't tell. She soon found out when she opened the next door she could see, to reveal a half naked mr Black banging a blonde naked girl.

Each of them expected their contributions to buy them influence. "Ladies and gentlemen," I began once everyone was seated, "thank you for coming. I know you're all busy people, so I'll get straight to the point. Blackstone University is facing a crisis." Mrs. Whitmore adjusted her pearls, her sharp eyes focused on me. "You mean the Brooks girl situation."

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.

Every time. Branshire University? Was she serious? I had spent months applying to schools that were as far away from her as possible. I checked the mail every single day to try and catch any letters before she could, but so far, I hadn’t received anything. And now, she was making decisions for me? “Yes,” Mr. Black mused, stroking his chin. “Branshire is one of the top five universities in the country. Dom here attends. He’s on the football team.”

His dark hair had finally dried in uneven waves, and the sleeves of his black henley were pushed halfway up his forearms while he stood there watching me like he physically couldn’t stop himself. My stomach flipped. Again. Honestly, my internal organs needed stronger boundaries. Mom rubbed both hands over her face. “The university keeps bringing more outsiders into town every year. Makes things harder to contain.” “Contain?” I echoed. Elias glanced toward me. “Black Hollow works because people don’t look too closely.” That sounded concerningly accurate. I thought back to football games, Main Street festivals, the diner, Professor Smith, campus traditions. Everything looked normal because eve

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

A young man got in a bowed before making his statement. "I'm pleased to inform you that yesterday's operation went well. Two men of Stone were murdered and the bag is in our possession." "That's great news. What about the Black moon?" He asked with interest. "He was nowhere to be found and that was to our advantage," he said the last part lowly. "I see, seems Black moon's becoming busy lately. What can he do? He's human too." Matteo added very excitedly. The man dropped a glass of wine before him and scurried out of the room, happy for being alive.

20 Years Later Raven University — Alexander’s POV The Blackwood crest loomed over the wrought-iron gates of Raven University like a sentinel carved from nightmares and myths—a massive silver wolf etched into obsidian stone, its eyes twin chips of moonstone that seemed to pierce the dawn fog, judging every soul that dared approach. Most students passed beneath it with wide-eyed awe, whispering prayers to whatever deity they favored, their footsteps quickening as if the wolf might lunge from the stone at any moment. Me? I strode under it every morning with a cocktail of irritation and reluctant pride churning in my gut.