Gracewood Academy Novels & Stories

It felt so real…the wolves… him… but it was just a dream, wasn’t it? I forced my attention to the window. And as I looked outside, my breath caught. “THE ASHWOOD ACADEMY” Ashwood Academy rose from the mist like a forgotten masterpiece, its weathered stone towers etched with centuries of history. The architecture was a marriage of gothic grandeur and timeless elegance, with intricate archways that framed soaring stained-glass windows, their jewel-toned hues casting dappled light across the cobbled courtyard. Ivy draped itself like silk over the aged walls, softening the fortress-like presence of the academy, while towering oak doors, engraved with ancient sigils, stood as a testament to its s

My god, is he sassy. “Giiiirllll,” Grace said, dragging out her words, “You look like sex of wheels. Ain’t no man going to reject you tonight. If I weren’t 100% peen, I would dive into your muffin right now.” My face went crimson; sometimes, Grace could be a little much. “Ugh, thanks, guys,” I responded, unsure if going out with them tonight was a good idea. I loved my little friend group, but I felt like my entire outlook on life would change after tonight.

Just then, Ms. Weber arrived after parking the car. My parents immediately switched to ingratiating expressions when they saw her, showing no trace of their previous hysteria. Grace would also be entering high school next year. She had lofty ambitions of attending the best high school despite her poor grades, which would inevitably require seeking Ms. Weber's help to pull some strings. After learning that Ethan was the prestigious high school principal's son, the subtle expression on Grace's face became even more apparent. She even released her hold on Jake's arm.

We’ve always gone on missions as a team, but I have another priority now. I leave the question unanswered, deciding to plan for my day ahead instead. If Kai narrows down Milo’s movements and a date and time for the mission is fixed, only then can I decide. The next few hours before dawn breaks are spent looking up all the information I can on my client’s school. Montclair Academy of the Arts. The most exclusive and expensive dance institution in the country, and one of the best and highest ranked. Of course, the man who killed the dreams of many children gets to send his own child to one of the best schools.

The school's imposing façade loomed before them, its Gothic spires reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers. As the car door opened, the head of school, Mrs. White, waited outside with a warm smile. When Amelia emerged, the teachers and staff rushed to greet her, bowing their heads in respect. "Mrs. Timberlake, welcome!" they chimed in unison. As Ava stepped out, they turned to her with equal fervor, bowing low. "Mrs. Richardson, welcome!" Ava's skeptical smile hinted at her discomfort with the excessive display of deference. Silverwood Academy was notorious for its corrupt and elitist culture. Teachers favored students whose parents wielded influence and wealth, providing preferential

Adam inquired. "She is the awardee of the Picarmore University scholarship for this year," the caller explained. "Crazy, so you mean the bursary fund that I give to that school is being spent on a nobody who does not know her place?" Adam exclaimed. "What are the criteria for the scholarship selection again? How did a brat like her manage to get the scholarship? Shouldn’t the offer be for those with great characters and intentions to contribute to their community alone?" "She is a bright student, sir. She got an all-round A in school, and she has always conducted herself in a great manner, despite being constantly bullied since her resumption. She has always managed to not let it get the bes

I declared, crossing my arms and glaring at her. "Well, I had to give it a shot," Grace replied with a comical scrunch of her face. "Wait, do you like like this guy now?" she inquired. "Yeah, I like like him. He's pretty awesome," I confessed with a cheesy smile as I scooped up another spoonful of ice cream. Grace's face shifted through a kaleidoscope of emotions in seconds before she finally nodded at me. “Listen to me, Rei. If you want Xavier Woods, you will have to take control of the situation. Wait until he's back from work, and then seduce him again. Show him that you're not afraid to go after what you want,” Grace said with fierce determination.

The maid left after telling her to call her through the call button installed beside the bed, in case she needed her. Grace took the laptop and started it. Her step mother and family may have trampled all over her throughout the years. But there was one thing that they did good. Enrolling her in a private school. Olivia didn't have a plan to let her study but with the fear of the society, she enrolled Grace in a private school. It was a different school from where Anna and Adam studied. There was a school where the children of all socialites and big shots studied, hers on the other hand had a mix of students from different classes of the society.

she added. Grace was a sweetheart, a 20years old, who worked as a day care teacher at Nate's school and his nanny after school. She was very hardworking and good with kids. Nate liked her too. She was always so cheerful and kind. And she has been of great help to her, looking after Nate. But it was weekend and even though she probably doesn't have any plans for the weekend...as Claire has come to learn that Grace was like her, an introvert...with barely any friends. Still, she shouldn't take advantage of her like that.

“I raised two pups singlehandedly. Jeff’s family didn’t want to know.” “Where are they now?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. My girls were at boarding school. I needed this job to keep up with the fees.” I felt compelled to hug her. “Don’t worry, I’ll do some digging,” I promised, holding up my cell phone. “What’s the establishment called?” “Graceberry Academy.” I’d vaguely heard of it by reputation only. It was high class and unlikely either to mistreat or leave its pupils in the lurch.