Gracewood Academy Novels & Stories

Made simpler, she does not want to fall deeply in love. However, that dream never through. When she met him, he tore the corroded walls apart effortlessly and erected a four lettered tower on her world. The foundation was hinged on an unknown silent strength. It was so easy for him to plant a seed in her; a seed of love, but he never cared to nurture it neither was he there when it grew. How hurtful it is. Grace Anslem was the first child out of two. A graduate of psychology from Lagos State University. She is based in Abuja

“I don’t know if this is really my style but…” “Trust me, Miss. You look stunning. It’s totally your style.” I smiled at her response. “I haven’t really seen you around here. What’s your name?” I inquired curiously. “Grace. My father works here. We go to the same school but you don’t seem to recognise me,” she replied. I furrowed my brows. I had never seen her before, nor had I noticed her. She was an omega as well but if she attended Blackthorn Academy, then she must be on the other side of the school. Not the part where the elites were.

Fifty-six months after her last classroom exam, Grace walks out of a doctor's office. Her stethoscope rested heavy around her neck that morning. Years pass before the last page gets written, kids underfoot. Then one morning, it just ends. There I am, tucked into a seat beside Amon, Emmanuel — eleven now — and David’s children. Tears don’t stop once during the event. From start to finish, they just keep coming. When Grace steps onto the stage, Peter yells out, “That’s Mama!”

I was busy with Shirley's career and working hard for our home. Not this time. I grabbed hold of it. I studied all the time. All those fuzzy formulas and theorems in my head got super clear. Machines were cold, logical, and always fair. One would get back exactly what one put in. It was not like people's hearts, which could neither be warmed nor figured out. When I got my college acceptance letter, I did not jump up and down with excitement. I just quietly read over the paper that said 'Centralford University Department of Mechanical Engineering' again and again.

"Sarah is in her final year and after that she would go to abroad for further studies. As for granny she wanted you to meet my so called family that's why we are living in Punjab for now. But I don't plan on staying there forever." "So we'll be shifting here." "Hmm. I can't remove Rehan from our lives as he is a part of our family and granny loves him as much as she loves me. Though he is a dick, I can't do anything but tolerate him because I don't want to hurt granny. But that doesn't mean you have to as well. I know how he is with you." He continued further, "Just a matter of time, once Sarah completes her final exams we will shift to Mumbai."

Gracie had always picked interest in Louisa's life ever since their first encounter, she felt like Louisa was heaven sent to Dwight's Academy. Dwight's Academy was a school of rich and merry, no one knew how it was to face a hard life, including Louisa. Infact Gracie saw Louisa as royalty with the way she was dropped off at school with variety of cars each day. But that wasn't the case for Gracie. Gracie was sweet, adorable and the last out of four kids the only issue she felt she had was that she wasn't an elite. She was on a scholarship here because her mother works as a librarian at the school. Her income was good but not still good enough to provide everything she wanted, so she focused

The boy wasn't quick to trust strangers—a stubborn, instinctual caution he undoubtedly inherited from me. "Please, right this way," Mr. Vance gestured, leading us through the sweeping arches of the main lobby. As we walked, he began his practiced tour, highlighting the academy’s premier features. "At Oakridge Academy, we pride ourselves on an adaptive education model.” “We utilize an integrated escalator system—our students transition seamlessly from early childhood development all the way through advanced secondary prep without the jarring shifts of changing institutions.” “We cultivate an environment where space, nature, and hands-on discovery encourage children to learn in the most engagi

“You know, since he lost his late wife, he doesn’t want to mourn again." "I know," I muttered, turning my gaze out the window. The drive took twenty minutes. Greenwood Academy was a grand, gated property surrounded by thick oak trees and manicured lawns, built specifically for the children of the city's elite. Security guards at the gate checked Mark’s credentials before waving us through to the main administrative building. Mark parked the SUV near the entrance and stepped out to open my door. "We'll head straight to the early childhood wing," Mark said, unlocking the door for us.

Gracie It is the last night of the summer holidays. Our senior year starts tomorrow. It is my last year of high school. When I leave, I will miss school, but I won’t miss this damn town or most of the people who live in it. Everyone from my class is in the woods having a party. A tradition of this town and has been for years. It is the one night of the entire year we are all together, but when school starts again, most of us won’t even look at each other, let alone spend any time together. It is high school after all, what else can anyone expect?

~Arabella~ I stepped in closer, lowering my voice so only she and my girls could hear. “You’re lucky I’m only asking you to carry a bag, Gracie. Ravenswood Preparatory Academy is a very expensive, very exclusive place, and accidents happen to people who don't watch their step. I could make your life here a living hell before you even finish your sophomore year.” She stared down at her shoes, nodding mutely as fresh tears spilled over. I straightened up, smoothing my blazer, and beamed. “Perfect. So, every morning at seven-fifty, you’ll meet Lauren at the north entrance.