Gracewood Academy Novels & Stories

Including how she supported interests that couldn’t be more different from each other. Josh loved sports, while Grace thrived in anything social. It didn’t take long for the car to pull up at Grace’s school. Her little girl hopped out and headed toward the gate, where Miss Spencer was already waiting with a warm smile. Grace waved enthusiastically before disappearing into the school grounds, instantly swept up by her friends and teachers. The car rolled forward again, this time toward Josh’s school. Popular music played softly in the background, filling the drive to SunRise Academy.

She walked to the kitchen to do as she had said, and then she came back with two plates of a slice of pie each, and then she went back to get the cup of juice, carrying that in a tray while Tammy followed behind her to the back porch. It's only been two days since Grace had been here, but she hadn't gone to the back porch before, so she didn't know there was a pool in the backyard. How rich was this man, having a house like this to himself, two cars, and a Hailey Davidson bike in a small town on a doctor’s salary?

Grace shouted a different kind of call to me. Closing my notebook, I put it in my bag as she met me by the large gilded doors I was standing near. “You ready to see it?” I asked as I opened the door. She beamed a huge smile at me as she nodded her head and we entered the foyer of the Hall of Trials. With my help at admissions, and recommendation as a top student, Grace was able to enter a pathway program that had just begun so they were still taking pupils.

Wide-open halls that welcomed all voices. Gardens that bloomed in every season. Walls that held the names of thousands, engraved not in marble, but in ink, charcoal, digital pulse, breath. At the center stood the oak tree. Older. Grander. Its roots stretched like arms around the entire campus. And from it. Stories still grew. Grace was almost seventy now. Her hair silver, her hands still steady with the pen. She walked the pathways of the Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary every morning at sunrise, her journals tucked under one arm, her heart wide open.

Grace wears a slight smile when I glance at her for explanation. “That bag has the food,” she replies, pointing to a different one. “My family has always used natural decorations. After the holidays, we put them outside for the animals and birds.” Pulling me gently with a hand on my upper arm, Grace gestures through the kitchen window. Beyond the deck, a row of closely planted pines of varying ages encloses the yard between the barn and the farmhouse. She points to them. “The snow barrier. Those are my family’s Christmas trees.”

"We came here to be students, not servants. What's the big deal? If they want to expel us, let them. I don't even like studying. I'd rather be practicing martial arts." "Shut up," Jocelyn snapped. "The queen dowager played a key role in founding Gracewood Women's Academy. If we get expelled, what do you think that will do to our chances of marriage?" Hailey didn't dare to say anything when she heard that it would affect her marriage prospects. Like the others, she followed Jocelyn's lead. Since she said it was not worth pursuing, Hailey didn't want to make a fuss out of it.

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.

The formula that had cost my family everything. I applied another layer to my wrists and behind my ears, making sure to coat every scent gland. Our family, the Blackwoods, had once been respected and owerful. My great-grandfather had helped found Blackmoor Academy, back when our bloodline produced strong alphas generation after generation. The academy itself was named after our family's ancestral territory—a bitter irony now that we were persona non grata in werewolf society.

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.