Educational Administration: Theory And Practice Novels & Stories

"ดาวเคียงเดือน หรือเรียกอีกอย่างหนึ่งว่าพระจันทร์ยิ้มไง ปืนรู้จักใช่ไหม เมื่อกี้เค้าอ่านเจอในเฟซบุ๊ก บอกว่าค่ำวันนี้จะมี เค้าอยากดูมากกกก" ผมพยักหน้า ร้องอ๋อ แล้วเอนตัวไปข้างหน้ามองดูท้องฟ้าที่เริ่มถูกความมืดกลืนกินด้วยความสนใจ "แล้วเราจะเห็นปรากฏการณ์นั้นได้ตอนกี่โมงอะดื้อ" "ตามที่ข่าวบอก เราจะเห็นกันช่วงหัวค่ำ กินเวลาไม่นาน" "งั้นก็ต้องจับตาดูให้ดี" "ใช่ แต่ปืนจ๋า ช่วยพาเค้าไปส่งที่หอเลยได้ไหมอะ เค้าไม่อยากแวะที่ไหนอีกแล้ว" เสียงอ้อนอ่อนหวานเรียกปืนจ๋าของสาวตาใสแจ๋วและปากจู๋ ๆ ของเธอเรียกรอยยิ้มจากผม อดใจไม่ไหวต้องยื่นมือออกไปประคองซีกแก้มเนียนนุ่มไม่ต่างจากผิวเด็กทารกแรกเกิด ผมเกลี่ยคลึงเบา ๆ ด้วยปลายนิ้วหัวแม่มือ เล่นนุ่มนิ่มซะขนาดนี้จะไม่ให้อยากทะนุถนอมได้ยังไง "แต่ปืนยังไม่อยากแยกกับดื้อเลย ทำไงดีล่ะ" ผมพูดเสียงเบา ก้มหน้าลงไล้ปลายจมูกเชิดรั้นอย่างหยอกล้อ ขณะเดียวกันก็ซึมซับกลิ่นหอมอ่อน ๆ จากร่างบางไปด้วย พอได้ใช้เวลาอยู่ด้วยกันผมก็เกิดความโลภ อยากยืดเวลาออกไปอีก อยากให้วันนึงมีมากกว่า 24 ชั่วโมงด้วยซ้ำ

Every decade, Valen Academy opens five seats to human outsiders. Nobody questions why. Nobody asks what happens to the ones who never come home. Zara Voss has spent three years engineering her acceptance into the most secretive werewolf academy in the country. She's not here for the education. She's not here to survive the social hierarchy. She's here because her sister Lena was one of the five ten years ago and never came back. What she doesn't expect is Caius Vane. The Alpha heir is controlled, precise, and carrying a truth so heavy it has bent the shape of him. He notices Zara the way you notice a lit match in a dark room with equal parts fascination and dread. She doesn't perform for him. She doesn't adjust herself around his authority. And she is getting dangerously close to the one secret that could unravel everything his bloodline was built to protect. The closer she gets to the truth, the closer she gets to him. And in Valen Academy, both things will cost her. Some doors are sealed for a reason. Zara Voss was never very good at leaving them closed.

The night I came of age, the vampire prince Damon couldn’t wait to drag me to his bed. He took me with a desperate, wild hunger that lasted all night long. My body ached, but my heart was full. I’d been his blood servant for ten years. I thought he was finally ready to give me the Embrace, to make me his forever. But after, as he held me and talked on the phone with my foster brother, I heard Marcus ask him in Latin, “So, Master, how did my little sister taste? You know how many men would kill to be in your place? They all think she's a goddess.” Damon's lips curled. “Not bad. A little green. Not nearly wild enough for my tastes.” Marcus laughed. “Well, she's been hopelessly devoted to you since she was a kid. Never even dated.” Then Damon’s voice lowered. “Don't tell Serena about Elena. I have to marry a noble vampire like her in the end, and I don't want her upset.” “A little human like Elena… she's just good for practice.” But Damon didn't know I'd secretly learned Latin just to feel worthy of him. Hearing that, I didn't say a word. I just quietly changed my college application from the University of New Orleans to my dream school, University of Oxford.

When straight-A Student Christine caught herself in an accident with Kent, the self-proclaimed heartthrob who sucks in his academics, she also found out a ridiculous theory - she'll never be normal again unless she keeps him literally beside her, 3 meters close.

I have just secured a massive ten-million-dollar deal during the Black Friday Sales. I have endured several days of hectic work, yet I still find myself unable to turn down my girlfriend, Charlotte Ward. We spend the night in passionate abandon and finally fall into a heavy, restful sleep. The next morning, a loud thud jolts me awake. When I open my eyes, I realize that it's my luggage. Charlotte suddenly says, "This is the end for us, Robert. It's time for you to move out. I've already wired the money for your past services, along with your salary. So get going." I find myself caught in a daze and about to move to question her, but she stops me dead, jabbing her fingers into my chest. "Know your place, Robert. You're nothing but a gigolo to me. I might, maybe, let you keep your job in Ward Group if you beg." I almost reach out to grab her wrist but stop myself. Instead, I smile broadly and say, "You've got it all wrong. Your company wouldn't survive without me, Charlotte."

When Naomi Sullivan married me, she was already ten million dollars in debt. I spent the last five years working three jobs to help her pay off her "debts" while providing for her as well as our son, Shane Lewis. Not once did I ever complain about anything. All along, I firmly believed that my efforts would pay off, and we would eventually lead a good life together. Last week, our company finally secured a massive investment. Naomi and I hugged as we celebrated the occasion. I thought that the hard times were finally over. Today, I ended up seeing Naomi featured in the financial news. Dressed in a formal gown, she was hailed as the sole heiress to a multi-billion-dollar empire. She was shown engaged in an animated conversation with her "investor", Jared Lewis. The news headline read, "Naomi Sullivan Completes Five-Year Adversity Trial, Proves Her Ability to Build from Scratch to the Board of Directors". I trudge home in a daze. When I get there, the five-year-old Shane is playing with the latest limited-edition toy robot. He looks at me with a frosty, distant expression that bears an uncanny resemblance to his mother's. "Mommy told me everything. You failed the trial, Daddy. You care too much about money."

On Labor Day, my husband worked himself to death in another woman's bed. Halfway through the funeral, my mother-in-law said to me, "Malcolm's gone, but this family still doesn't have an heir. Clara, you're still young. Have a child with Vincent. The sooner the better." I stared at my brother-in-law in his wheelchair, my mind going blank. "But he's Malcolm's brother." "Better to keep it in the family," Nora Stroud said with a smile. "This is my decision. Even if Malcolm were still alive, he'd listen to me." Something in me snapped, and a quiet laugh slipped out. They wanted an heir, didn't they? Fine. Then my father-in-law could have one.

During the award ceremony at our annual dinner, my boss, Hank Reid, suddenly announced an impromptu addition to the agenda. “Annual department competition! The department that ranked last has to come up and receive a little award of motivation!” The screen lit up. They scrolled through all the departments’ results. The sales department got first place, the operations department got second place, and the marketing department got third place. However, there was nothing from the administration department. That was because the administration department did not have KPIs. Hank smiled at us. “Let’s welcome our colleagues from the administration department to come up and receive their awards!” Two of my colleagues carried a whole basket of brooms onto the stage. Everyone was laughing. “You should sweep away your bad luck from last year. Let’s hope you won’t get last place again next year!” Hank personally passed the brooms to all of us. Cameras flashed as people took photos of us with their phones. The sales department was laughing the loudest. “Finally, the administration department has some recognition!”

The first thing I did after being reborn was add penicillin, a drug the patient was severely allergic to, into his pre-surgery medication administration record. The hospital leadership exploded. “Have you lost your mind?” “Are you trying to kill the patient?” I smiled as I accepted the suspension notice they handed me. In my previous life, I had been the lead cardiac surgeon for this operation. Back then, I refused a request from my wife, Shannon Wright, whose childhood friend, Jonah Hill, wanted to use my patient as ‘practice’ during the surgery. Right there in, Shannon threw a tantrum and demanded a divorce. In the chaos, she ripped out the patient’s blood transfusion line and even knocked over the blood bags, causing the wealthy patient to die on the table. However, they pinned the entire medical malpractice scandal on me. With the security footage wiped clean, I was sentenced to death in the end. My parents sold everything they owned and gathered eight million dollars. They gave the money to Shannon, begging her to hire a lawyer and help overturn my case. Instead, she told them that she and Jonah had been having an affair. From the very beginning, I had only been their scapegoat. The shock shattered my parents. While driving home in a daze, they lost control of the car and plunged off an overpass bridge. Both of them died on the spot. Now, when I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day of that wealthy patient’s surgery.

Rae East has always cast herself off as a girl not worthy of a Mate. With a past of self-doubt and expectations of a hopeless future, her theory crumbles when she discovers she is mated to an Alpha.