Correcting The Villainess Of The Academy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Well, the document is gone, and now she must pass my test before she can dare dream of working in a high-standard place like the Werewolf Academy. This place isn't meant for a low-life Omega." Sarah tried to interject, "But Alpha Damian-" Madam Nelly cut her off sharply: "Alpha Damian's power doesn't reach this place. I am an elder and the assistant professor who co-founded this academy. There will be a test before she sets foot in any office here." "But Alpha Damian explicitly mentioned it, especially not to interview her." Sarah tried to insist. "Enough," Madam Nelly interrupted, her eyes narrowing. "I don't care what Alpha Damian mentioned. The rules here are different. We uphold a highe

“My heart is not placed on the male lead and I also understand that it should not be placed on the male lead. The original is something that can't be changed, once the female lead appears and does the real thing... Finally, the male lead belongs to her." “But if now the male lead hears the word 'love' from his mouth, am I a female villain? Am I joking with the male lead's feelings? Although I like villains, there are times when I don't like to get too involved in troublesome things like this. I just want to return to the real world as soon as possible. Next to someone who doesn't love you or just has a little feeling, then it feels strange to change. On the contrary, my heart is not in him,

I was so tired of being broken. Maeve let out a dark, mocking laugh as the moonlight illuminated the tight white cloth bindings wrapped firmly around my chest. I felt more exposed than ever. "Here it is," he whispered, his fingers tracing the edge of the cotton. "The greatest deceiver in the entire Alpha Academy. A little female wolf." Slowly, deliberately, he began to unwrap the edge of the binding, his mouth dropping down to sniff the sensitive skin of my neck. He licked his way up to my earlobe, trailing his wet tongue along my jawline.

The laughter that followed from the crowd was sharp as claws. By nightfall, the academy had become a cage. Whispers hunted me down every corridor. My locker was defaced with red paint—SLUT. CURSE. FRAUD. In the washroom, two girls blocked the exit. Their smiles were venomous. “You think you’ll survive the trial?” one sneered. “Selene has proof,” the other whispered, eyes wide with cruel delight. “Your father wasn’t just a rogue. He was a traitor. Everyone will know soon.”

Despite the lack of textbooks and her hindered study time (due to trips to the infirmary) Edwina still placed first. She remembered the day the results were posted vividly. That was the same day she met Crown Prince Thackery and the soon-to-be Duchess Lovelace. The students crowded around the results the murmurs loud enough that Edwina could hear every word. “She cheated!” “How could this be?” “She’s a commoner!” “This is a disgrace!” “What’s the prince going to do?” Edwina turned about to return to her dorm when the cacophony of whispers quieted and the crowd parted.

yes we’re dead. Expectedly we are lining up inside the office. Of all things, this is what I hated the most. I’ve been trying so hard to avoid trouble but they always missed me what the hell. “Girls, you are all college students and you are expected to act mature and behave like one. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!” our dean is yelling, “They did it first” the other girls accused us but Hailee stood and point them with her index finger and say, “Don’t you dare turn it to us! You intentionally blocked your foot on the way causing Quinn to fell and splashed all the food on her!” she was so mad and gritting.

'Tsk, what a mess. As the academy's nature, which emphasizes that students are treated equally regardless of the peerage, they can do it arbitrarily. So it didn't matter if its the daughter or son of a Duke, Marquees, Count, or Baron. If they make a grave mistake, they will be expelled and their future is bleak. However, those ladies are not afraid to be expelled because they know that Fuschia will not report it. On one occasion when Fuschia was about to come home from the academy, Fuschia heard Lady Luna and Lady Beatrice along with several other ladies crowding behind the open classroom door.

As she fled down the empty corridor, a torrent of frantic, disbelieving curses poured through her head. What is wrong with the people in this school?! It's broad daylight! Broad! Daylight! If you want to do that kind of stuff, find yourself a private room, god damn it! Are they animals?! She couldn't believe her own bad luck. First her terrifying professor, and now catching one of the top elites making out in a public stairwell! Velmora Academy was quickly proving to be an absolute madhouse. Meanwhile, back in the quiet stairwell... The heavy sound of Elara’s retreating footsteps faded entirely, leaving behind an awkward silence.

Clara screams, her voice cracking with desperate malice. I don't even flinch, letting out a cold, melodic laugh that bounces off the tiled walls as I step fully into the light, flanked by three of the most dangerous Alphas in the country. "You always were terrible at picking winning sides, Clara, but watching you panic like a cornered rat is honestly the best entertainment this academy has provided all semester." Clara stumbles back a half step, her eyes widening in sheer horror as she realizes that her testimony means nothing anymore because the entire power dynamic of Blackthorn Academy has permanently shifted.

"The academy is still determining the full scope of that." Which is a very polished way of saying they do not know what I am and they are keeping me around to find out. Fantastic. Then she tells me about the hierarchy. Power is everything here. Your bloodline, your ability, your rank in training, all of it determines how much space you get to take up and how people treat you. As a registered human with no declared supernatural bloodline I am at the bottom of that system officially. She tells me some students will see that on paper and behave accordingly.