Celestial University Novels & Stories

I know it's an assessment and that's my schedule, but that subject is crazy. "Gen, is this serious or just a prank?" I ask here. There is no way a subject can be this ridiculous. "What about it? You're enrolled as a celestial lady so there is nothing wrong with the schedule." It answered that there is no dust. "Oh." I only answered. "And what is this celestial lady thing?" I asked. Because I only know celestial and not celestial lady. "Celestial Ladies is a high-rank ladies in the society. Celestial Ladies do the praying for the peace of the land and have a healing ability. Celestial Ladies also are the candidate for the crown prince's wife in the future." This is the answer.

He'd chosen Silver Point University specifically because of its progressive approach to designation dynamics, where Alphas and Omegas could coexist without the antiquated housing restrictions. "Dude, you're going to snap that poor calculus book in half," comes a wry voice from the corner of the room. Riley Trent looks up from her phone, hazel eyes narrowing as she observes the sudden tension in Sebastian's broad shoulders. "What's got you all—" She stops, sniffing the air. "Oh. Oh my." Sebastian doesn't respond, every muscle in his body is locked in place as he battles his instincts. The door handle turns with a soft click that seems to reverberate through his entire being.

, she wondered out loud. “Seriously, who is this woman?!” Vaughn gave up on his frustration and asked again. John hummed half-amused and turned to him with a helpless sort of indulgent smile, “Marcia Skywalker”, he said and grinned at their amusement at her name and he nodded, “She’s ~Zen’s~ mentor”, he informed, “For his admittance into Hale Academy: University of Sui Generis”, he stated proudly. Yana squealed, “Oh My God!” she capitalized each word verbally and jumped up and down, “John, you must be so proud!” she shrieked at decibels bats would envy, her husband winced.

“That’s… new.” “Don’t,” Cade warned, voice low. “Don’t talk about it. Not yet.” Inside, the hall smelled of bleach and fresh paint. Maintenance crews had scrubbed away every trace of the disaster. The Council’s insignia hung from banners across the atrium, bold and gold and fake. A holographic announcement scrolled overhead: CAMPUS REINSTATEMENT PHASE 2 – ALL STUDENTS REPORT FOR RE-ORIENTATION Cade’s jaw clenched. “They cleaned it up fast.”

Let me explain. I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure he's quite handsome. If not sculpted by the heavens themselves. A real David. No, I’m not exaggerating. He makes the untidy mother swoon and the man with the toupee can't really stop staring at him. Cass has this hair that's midnight black and the front is a little longer, so it falls to his face like a damn rockstar’s would. And he works out. God, oh how he works out. Even with the layers he wears, there's no mistaking a build like that. Maybe he's a wrestler?