Exam Memes Novels & Stories

Ever heard of the SPARKLES?? Or SPICE HIGH? You haven't,then let's take a ride, Spice high is a very popular music high school filled with lot of spices. This school is also attended by the popular SPARKLES making it even more popular. SPARKLES is a kpop Boy Band made up of Five Members,popular just after their debut two years ago. They are loved but it's really hard to see them in person aside when having their concerts. They are : 1)ROCKY Age:(18) 2)TRENT. Age:(18) 3)SEVEN. Age:(17) 4)FRANKIE Age:(17) 5)JERRY. Age:(16) ****** And then we have Roselyn,,an orphan who lived with her aunt. It's all miserable for her because she's only treated like an half cast even though she's not,,her aunt have two girls around her age,they are twins. They attend Spice High School, But they are really worst because they even treat Roselyn more like a slave. Roselyn is a freaking talented girl,she can dance and sing but she love dancing more than anything. It's her dream to become a kpop singer but her wicked aunt would never allow her. She attend one of the poorest public schools in korea But then,,Roselyn wrote a secret exam to get into Spice High, she passed and got a scholarship,,she decided to disguise herself as a boy without her aunt's knowledge just to attend this school to pursue her dream. Do you think she's going to succeed living two lives? One as a boy and the other as a girl What is her to be while living as a boy? Find Out😋

For three years, Sierra Daniels has been scrubbing blood off the floors of The Crimson Cage, Las Vegas’s most brutal supernatural arena. Invisible… Obedient... Alive. In a cruel world where werewolf gladiators are forced to fight to the death for the entertainment of the rich and powerful. Sierra stayed alive by keeping everything secret, her wolf, her past, and the bloodline she should have lost when her family died fifteen years ago. But when a forbidden medical exam reveals the truth, her anonymity is shattered. She's an unclaimed Luna with Royal Alpha blood. Ryder Maddox, the arena’s undefeated champion, haunted by guilt, and just three fights from getting his freedom. He survived as a merciless weapon until he caught Sierra’s scent, and his wolf knew the one woman he was born to protect. His mate… His weakness… His next opponent. The owner of The Crimson Cage, a billionaire, wants the ultimate spectacle: fated mates forced into a deadly fight, broadcast live to millions. The winner earns freedom; the loser dies beneath the lights. But Sierra’s blood holds a powerful secret that could spark a rebellion. Ryder’s past is tied to the night her world was destroyed. The arena’s owner might have been hunting her for years. Now Ryder has to decide between the freedom he fought to earn, or accepting the fate Luna has tied to his soul. Sierra has to choose whether to keep hiding just to stay alive, or rise, as the royal her enemies failed to eliminate. When the cage shuts and the crowd roars for blood, can a damaged Alpha and a captive Luna turn their mate's bond into a weapon of freedom? Or will their love become the arena’s final kill?

My dad always calls me a lazy bum. It is because I often fall asleep without warning. I sleep in class, while eating, and even while crossing the street. My homeroom teacher, Yvonne Smith, suggests that he take me to a hospital for an examination. But Dad scoffs and says, "He's just staying up all night playing on his phone." After that, he confiscates my phone and removes the lock from my bedroom door. Every time I get sleepy, he slaps me. I don't want to be hit, and I don't want to make Dad angry. So, I start pinching my thighs, pulling out my hair, and even rubbing hand sanitizer spray under my nose to stay awake. But whenever the overwhelming drowsiness hits, nothing can stop it. On the day of the final exams, Dad happens to be one of the invigilators. I bite my lip until it bleeds and silently beg myself inwardly, "Just this once, please stay awake." Still, I fail to fight off the sleepiness. Suddenly, someone flips over my desk. The chair tips with it, and I crash to the floor. My temple slams into the corner of the desk, and darkness instantly floods my vision. Dad stands over me, furious and disappointed. "Zach Davies, are you really so obsessed with sleeping that you don't even care about your final exams? If you're that lazy, then stay down there and keep sleeping!" I lie sprawled across my exam paper as my vision slowly fades away. Dad, I think I am going to sleep for a very long time…

I come from an old-money family. My grandfather's will was ironclad: whoever gets an Ivy League acceptance letter unlocks 25% of a massive trust fund and a seat on the family board. Out of four siblings, I was the only one who stood a chance. Every night, my mother Victoria carefully made me a cup of "organic brain-boosting matcha." My twin sister Chloe and younger brother Mason never got that privilege. The night before the December SAT—the last chance for Regular Decision Ivy scores—Victoria handed me my green matcha as usual. The next day, my mind went completely blank during the test. I blacked out. I missed that application season. Meanwhile, Chloe—who spent her time at yacht parties and couldn't read an equation—miraculously got an offer from UPenn and sailed right onto the board. The second year, right before the test, my snobby cousin Brianna reached for my matcha. Victoria slapped her hand away and screamed: "Don't touch Ava's things!" That exam, I got severe stomach cramps and was rushed to the ER by ambulance. I had to drop out again. And Brianna—who only cared about designer bags—somehow got into Cornell and took her board seat. The whole family popped champagne in our Upper East Side penthouse. I became the laughingstock of Manhattan's elite, having missed two application seasons in a row. Why did my body crash like clockwork, right at the final, life-changing SAT? Prepping for the third time, I took no chances. For three days before the test, I ate only gluten-free detox meals controlled by a private nutritionist. But the night before the big test, Victoria smiled and brought me that familiar cup of green matcha.

Mom is always very strict with both my elder sisters, Esther and Emily Kingston. She always wakes them up at 5:00 am to make them study. And if they refuse to wake up, Mom will grab an embroidery needle and stab it into my arm. When fresh blood spills out, Esther and Emily will both get a fright and scramble to their desks at once to begin studying. Sometime during the year-end exam, Esther gets one easy question wrong, and I receive ten lashes with Mom's belt. Emily gets only the second-highest score in class, and I am forced to kneel on glass until my knees turn bloodied and torn. Esther and Emily feel sorry for me and fall to their knees, begging Mom to have mercy on me and promising that they will study hard and make her proud of them. Mom smiles happily and says that this teaching method works very well. However, after the SATs, Esther applies for a college out of state, and Emily tells Mom that she is eloping with a young man whom she has fallen in love with. Mom is so angry that she yanks me over and stuffs me into a huge fish tank before beginning to fill it up with water. She then takes a video of me, threatening to drown me alive if they don't listen to her and do exactly as she says. The water keeps rising in the tank. I feel scared, but I don't struggle because Mom always tells me that the only reason for my existence is to be made an example out of for Esther and Emily. She often quotes Shakespeare's "Othello", telling me about how I am the "sacrificial" dog one beats to scare a lion and teach it obedience. I think that I am considered quite a qualified dog after all, right?

Dr. Liam Hart has been fantasizing about hockey star Kai Anderson for months—until Kai shows up at his clinic with a humiliating problem. He can’t get hard. Not for his fiancée, not for anyone. Until Liam touches him. The exam becomes explosive. Kai’s cock responds to Liam’s hands in ways it never has for women. Terrified and confused, Kai reports Liam for inappropriate conduct. Liam loses his medical license. His career is destroyed. Broke and desperate, Liam becomes assistant hockey coach at Kai’s university. Now he has authority over the cocky Alpha who ruined his life. On the ice, Liam makes Kai suffer—brutal drills, harsh criticism, no mercy. Off the ice, the sexual tension is suffocating. Late one night in the locker room, their hatred explodes into a brutal kiss. Kai is engaged to Cerise Leonard. The wedding is in three months. It’s a billion-dollar merger that will make him Alpha and his father’s heir. But he can’t stop thinking about his coach. He can’t stop wanting Liam’s hands on him, Liam’s mouth on him, Liam inside him. He makes Liam an offer: $100,000. Three months of secret sex lessons. Teach him everything before he’s locked into heterosexual marriage forever. Liam knows it’s a terrible idea. He agrees anyway. What starts as angry fucking becomes something dangerous. Kai falls in love with the man he’s supposed to hate. But his father discovers everything. The scandal explodes across campus. Liam is under fire. Kai is trapped between duty and desire. The wedding is in one week. At the altar, Kai must choose: the billion-dollar bride waiting in white, or the man who taught him what love actually feels like. Who will he choose?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Matteo I thought I found the one I would spend my life with forever until she pierced my heart cruelly and left me to die. Now, I want revenge. I want to make her suffer. I want her to feel what I felt. But fate has plans for us. Plans, I was not expecting. I began to like her. Just when I think I found a friend, she disappeared. Hera I lost my mother in an accident. Then I began to lose everything. Just when I was on the verge of being thrown out of my childhood home, he came. I call him Matt. But he calls me kid. He has a past, and then, she came back. Sussane I regretted it the moment I did it. But I cannot do anything to undo our past. All I can do is, try to win him back. "Oh God, Matt, I am late for school. I have an exam in fifteen minutes. Please drop me" Hera begged Matteo, who is reading a newspaper while sipping his coffee. "No" he replied without hesitation. She was expecting that he would say that. But she cannot be late to her exam. "Matt, if you don't give me a lift, then I.. Then I...." she began to think of a perfect threat to scare him. Matteo moved the news paper out of his face and gave her a look. Little did she know, nothing can scare him. But her eyes began to shine with mischief, which he began to dislike. "If you don't drop me, then I will kiss you," she said something which he doesn't know would scare him.

On the third day after our divorce was finalized, my ex-wife, Georgie Anderson, sent me a text message. [Why haven’t you transferred your salary from this month to me?] I thought she was joking. [We’re already divorced.] [So? What does it matter if we’re divorced? You should transfer nineteen thousand dollars from your twenty-thousand-dollar income, just like you did before. The remaining one thousand dollars will be your pocket money. When you were unemployed, I was the one who took care of you. Now that we’re divorced, you’re turning your back on me?] I stared at her text messages and fell silent for a really long time. Throughout our three-year marriage, I gave her nineteen thousand dollars out of my twenty-thousand-dollar salary. She was responsible for "budgeting" our household expenses. However, she spent my money on her civil service exam, afternoon teas with her besties, and even on her study partner, whom I’d never met. As for me, I handled all the house chores—cooking dinner, mopping the floors and doing the laundry. But when I took a little time after work to game, she would yell at me for being lazy. She was demanding money from me even after we were divorced. Her reason was that I might spend the money without thinking. I blocked her number. Three seconds later, she sent me a text message from another phone number. [You’ll regret this. I’m trying to help you one last time.] I laughed. ‘Helping me?’ I thought. Nobody had ever helped me in the past three years.

My mom is a pathological liar who enjoys making herself seem like the victim. Unfortunately, I'm always the scapegoat. When I was little, there was one time when she went out to play poker with her friends. As a result, she forgot to go home and prepare dinner on time. After that, she slapped me in front of the entire family. "This brat ran off to god knows where earlier! I went out looking for her, which is why dinner got delayed!" Because of that lie, I had to kneel in the courtyard throughout the night. When I was studying, I had to take an extremely important exam. My teacher repeatedly reminded the parents to prepare all materials required for their children. But my mom didn't even prepare anything for me. After that, she even said in front of everyone, "I've already prepared the materials for her. She was the one who threw them away when she was on her way to school because she didn't want to take the exam at all!" Since then, all of my classmates ostracized me throughout my entire school life. After I came of age, my mom kept crying to me in the middle of the night. "Your father has been abusing me for so many years. I had to endure everything for your sake, you know!" I advised her to get a divorce, only for her to tell an exaggerated version of what I said to my father. "Your daughter egged me on to divorce you! She said she doesn't need a useless father like you! I couldn't stand it anymore, so I'm telling you this!" He flew into a fit of rage on the spot, which led to him accidentally pushing me down the stairs. I died on the spot from the fall. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day my mom cries to me about my dad for the first time.

At the celebration, the pampered heiress in Crownridge, Aveline Sage, confessed her love for me in front of the entire school. I turned her down flat. I was one of the Sage family's candidates—handpicked top students from every state—to improve their next generation's genes. In a few days, when the exam results came out, whoever earned the highest national score would become her fiance. For three years straight, I had been ranked first in the country. In my previous life, I achieved that top score. I got engaged to Aveline and became the envy of everyone—the son-in-law of Crownridge's most powerful family. But on the day of our engagement, her first love, Caspian Lorne, jumped off the top of the Sage Group building. His body was shattered beyond recognition. Aveline hired the best mortician to restore his face and placed him in a crystal coffin, where she slept beside him every night. During our honeymoon, she brought Caspian's body along, then kissed and clung to him right in front of me. When I confronted her, she looked at me with disgust. "The Sage family sponsored your education for twelve years. You knew Caspian and I were in love. Couldn't you let him win just once? You've been in first place for twelve years. What would it have cost you to lose? You ruined his future, ruined our love. You deserve to die." She drugged me, turned me into a fool with the mind of a three-year-old. I couldn't recognize my parents. I lost control of my own body. And I died in agony. … Then, I opened my eyes again, back on the morning of the exam. Last time, I beat Caspian by a single point. This time, I left an answer blank. Let him be the top scorer. Let him marry her. I hoped they grew old together, with plenty of children to match their love.