Fortune Academy: Book Novels & Stories

He shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Aunt– I mean, Ms. Reed! This isn’t mine! It was in his–” He pointed straight at me, his voice rising with desperation. “It was in Edward’s pencil case! I saw him put it in there myself! How did it end up in my pocket?” The floating comments refreshed again in front of my eyes. [What the hell? What’s going on? I’m sure I saw Hugh put it in the guy’s pencil case!] [Does this bookworm know magic or something? How is he so fast?]

Isn’t the security around the school should be tight? And if this is part of the book arc, bakit parang ang bilis naman yata? Kakasimula pa lang ng story oi! Kung pagbabasihan ang sinabi nila Janna. Fortune Lover started when Gina arrived in the Academy. Kung pagbabasihan, nasa first chapter pa lang kami! Mga walangya! Kakasimula palang pero gusto agad ng author na pahirapan ang mga bida! Arghhh author hardcore ka! You sadist!

A memory. This was where Reagan had built his empire. Where he’d tried to build me into his perfect heir. But I wasn’t his anymore. We moved in sync, the team silent and swift. Lucien’s hand brushed against mine in the dark, a simple reminder of his presence. Andrei led the charge, his eyes scanning every shadow, every movement. We couldn’t afford to be caught off guard now. It was only when we reached the heart of the facility that I realized what we were really up against. This wasn’t just a fight for Clara’s safety.

Devrim complained as he rubbed his eyes. The cover of the new book had a strange symbol on the front and at first Aurora believed that the vault had made a mistake. But when she opened it, the Empress discovered that this was exactly what she needed. "This lists all sorts of creatures and their magical abilities. It's like an encyclopedia!" "Great! Can we go? I don't think the vault likes me." Since entering the room, Devrim had felt the air was heavy around him. He was not welcome, only tolerated.

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Another battle with code. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes burned. But when her app finally compiled successfully, her heart fluttered. “It works…” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. Then, quieter: “Thank You, God. Please… let this be the start of something.” Her faith was faint, almost fragile—a whisper she wanted to believe but rarely had time to nurture. Across the hall, Amara Burnett lay sprawled in her silk sheets, her phone buzzing nonstop. BOARD REMINDER: Presentation at 3:00 PM. Please have your projections finalized.

"I know I didn't have to. That's why I did." Inside the box was a silver charm bracelet. Simple, delicate. One charm: a book. Anya traced her thumb over it. "You always said if your life ever slowed down, you'd write one," Carla said softly. "Now maybe you'll remember." Anya couldn't speak for a moment. She swallowed hard. Zoe, of course, chose that moment to loudly declare, "Mommy cried over a card today too!" Carla laughed. "Oh, my poor sentimental trash panda."

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.

Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.