Books With Boarding Schools Novels & Stories

"Liam?" I offer. "Right. That boys like him are the option around these parts." I snort a laugh. "That doesn't mean I can't take care of myself. I mean, how do you not? You got me hooked on these romance books. I don't know how you read them and not have to handle your own lady business sometimes." A pretty blonde walking past gives us the side eye, making my blush grow. Sex is not something I grew up talking about. I'd gone to boarding school while Lexi lived in a group home. My mom never gave me any kind of sex talk. Ever.

Once we landed, I said, “Why are we in Seattle? I thought we were going to Chicago.” He raised an eyebrow at me and said, “You said you wanted to see the boarding school. Right? Well, I’ll show you. It’s here in Seattle. Everyone thinks that boarding school and academy are the same, but they are not. What is in Chicago is the Future Promises Academy. There are the kids who are about to turn 18.” I frowned and said, “So, what you’re telling me is that you raise and educate them in Seattle at the boarding school and when they’re your elite little soldiers, you send them to Chicago to the academy?”

The place was sterile; there wasn't a speck of dust to be found. As I was about to give up and hide in my room, I noticed the heavy oak door to his private study was slightly ajar. He wouldn't mind if I borrowed a book, right? I slipped inside like a thief, clicking on the dim lamp. The walls were lined with leather-bound volumes on pack history and economic theory. Then, my eyes snagged on a shelf of weathered, blue-bound books. They were middle school textbooks from the Academy. I reached out, surprised he’d kept them. I pulled one out, but as the spine moved, a folded piece of parchment fluttered to the floor.

“But were you ever on our side?” Outside, the Swiss city lights shimmered cold and clean but everything inside Isla felt anything but clear. There was a storm going inside her mind. Tomorrow, they would visit the boarding school. But tonight, they slept with knives in their hearts. *** Hey loves! Did you liked the chapter? Leo seems like a mystery lmao. Give your comments, follow and reviews as it makes my day. Love you all! xoxo

My name is written in perfect script: Zara Blackwood. My fingers tremble slightly as I break the seal and unfold the letter. Miss Blackwood, We are pleased to offer you a place at Blackwood Academy, a private boarding school for gifted students. Our campus, deep within the Ember Forest, provides a unique opportunity for young people like yourself to grow, learn, and thrive. Your term begins immediately.

She closed the book. She looked at the pile of small books on the writing desk. She had been through three in two years. The first one was the one she had arrived with — grey cover, Thorne palace seal pressed into the leather. The second was the one she had bought in the Keep's supply store in the third month. The third was the one she was on now. Three books in two years. She thought about what was in them. The first book was the arrangement. The second book was the building. The third book was the establishment — the curriculum and the framework and the tribunal and the shift and the committee and all the things that had moved from being built to being running.

“Our dormitories provide the best facilities that support students to focus on their education. We make sure those who live there live comfortably, nutrition is guaranteed and stay safe. We want the best for our children, as well as our commitment to SOPA students.” “But won't he feel lonely? It must be hard to adapt. Somehow living alone away from the old man...” Anthony pondered his mother's sentence that could not be completed. If he did not hear this conversation, he also would not know that all this time the new child was living in a boarding school. And there were other facts which he heard throughout the course of the conversation, as long as he remained silent in hiding.

A lot has been heard about boarding school and he had never wanted to experience any. The Journey to Montessori boarding school looks like a never ending journey. Anslem and his Mother sat at the back of the car looking in the opposite direction through the window as Anslem Mum now uses force and commands his son to do her bidding. Finally they arrived at the Montessori boarding school. A school known for academic excellence over the years, discipline and building integrity among contemporaries. “Get down from the car and pack your belongings from the trunk". His Mum said as she dropped the magazine she had been flipping just to ignore the looks on his son's face.

Amaka, who had been leaning casually against the locker beside hers, raised a brow. “Easy, warrior princess. That locker didn’t offend you.” Hazel exhaled sharply, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You won’t understand.” Amaka straightened immediately. “Try me.” Hazel hesitated, glancing down the hallway as if to confirm no one was listening. She lowered her voice slightly. “Moving to the boarding section of this school is exhilarating.” Amaka blinked. “I can understand.” “Boarding. My mom's decision” Hazel repeated the words like it tasted bitter. “Full-time.”

The campus of the school was quiet, a soft wind blowing across the manicured lawn as Liam and Ethan walked ahead of us, shoulders brushing, the unspoken tension of the past week standing like a cloak between them. The new boarding school was just forty-five minutes from home, close enough for weekend visits, far enough for normal. The security was tighter. Smaller classes. A counselor who she's familiar with, always on campus, all was Megan's idea and it seems perfect. She stood beside me, arms crossed, voice low as she watched the boys disappearing through the dorm doorway.