Gracewood Academy Novels & Stories

I wondered where the father was. “I go to Pride Academy,” Grace said. “Do you like it there?” Grace nodded. “Our art teacher is the best. And our computer teacher lets us play games if we finish early.” “That sounds very nice.” Sarah pointed. “There, that’s our apartment right there.” Ollie pulled over, and I made sure to get out of the car before Sarah could say it wasn’t necessary. In the end, all of us, including my chauffeur, walked into a small, well-kept courtyard.

Then there’s the guaranteed teaching position waiting for me once I graduate. Blackwoods have been involved in running this Academy since Walter Andrew Blackwood first opened its doors more than two hundred years ago. My family built this place. Our name is carved above the entrance, stamped across every official document, and embroidered onto the crest every student wears over their heart. So when I told the board I wanted to start teaching hand-to-hand combat this year, no one exactly rushed to tell me no. And when they asked which class I wanted… Well. That decision was easy.

It felt like being at show-and-tell, except Moss was the one introducing Ruby. And some of her fellow students were a wee bit odd. The air in the classroom felt as if it were strangling her; the students were judging her, and at the moment, their verdict seemed very unfavorable. It made Ruby close herself off, and Moss felt it straight away. They hadn't spoken about the scene he walked in on, and a part of Ruby was confused by this too. The happy-go-lucky best friend she'd spent time with almost every day for the past year was gone, and this serious old man, Moss, had taken his place. And as for this being the final class for the day, there wasn't even a teacher in here.

She took a deep breath and began to narrate how Mrs Nuella Haywood had deeply offended her. "I met Mrs. Haywood during my time at the university in country B," Grace began, her eyes fixed on the judge and the attentive jury. "I had just started my studies, and I was struggling to make ends meet. I had run out of money and was desperately in need of something to eat. At that time, Mrs. Haywood was pursuing her master's degree."

"Rosewood Creek? Nathan told me the commercial project was strictly on the main highway." Nathan’s glass hit the table with a sharp clink. "The highway border touches the Rosewood Creek district line, Ames," Nathan interjected quickly, his tone sharp, forced, and overly loud. "I've explained that to you before." "Oh, of course," Olivia chimed in, letting out a soft, melodic laugh that sent a shiver down Nathan’s spine. "Though the residential areas up there are simply lovely, aren't they? The private academies are top-tier. In fact, my youngest daughter just started at Oakridge Private Academy last week."

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

A rustle interrupted her thoughts. A courier stepped into the circle of firelight. “Message from Ironclaw, Luna.” Grace accepted the letter, broke the seal, and read. Then smiled. Aldric glanced up from his own journal. “Good news?” Grace held it up. “The orphan academy is finished. They’re calling it ‘Johnson’s Haven.’” Aldric’s smile was soft. “He’d be proud.” Grace stared at the stars above. “No. He’d be running through those halls already.”

I am not sure about one thing if they are so called Billionaires why are they so interested in our little town, why not big cities. I googled Adam Glass and photos of him at different events showed up, he was tall, fit with brownish, blackish hair. He looked smart and arrogant in the pictures. He owned various hotels and had vast empire of businesses all around the world. All self made if you believe the internet. I was worried about the meeting and had many questions. I needed answers and for that I had to be at the meeting. I accepted Uncle Peter’s invitation to join the meeting and went home to get changed into something more appropriate.

"Hey, don't worry. You must be new to Malibu Academy right? There are a lot of rules here that we have to memorize. One of them is not to speak loudly or stand up suddenly during class." Her voice is pure. I froze for a moment, then smiled and said thank you to her. Exactly what I was worried about, Malibu Academy is far different from other schools that I have attended. Malibu Academy is a talent training school for aristocrats, so all my gestures and behaviors need to be polite and tactful. "I'm Layla Meadow, the third daughter of the Meadow family." "Esther Joan. Nice to meet you." I greet her amicably. It feels very secure when I make a very cute new friend here.

Emeron was. Secondly, when her mother came to school with Mr.Charmond to receive an award for Grace's achievements. Even though her classmates called Grace a stupid child, for admitting someone who was not her father to be the father's representative of outstanding students and gave a short speech.It looked like a joke, but at that time Grace was very happy.