Gracewood Academy Novels & Stories

The woman nodded with a smile, while Zachary entered the car. "Ms. Campbell, I noticed that the twins have a younger brother. Will he be joining us at Windsor Crest Academy too?" "Hopefully." Isabel smiled at the woman, stealing a glance at Reynolds who was seated between his brothers at the back, "We can't wait to have him with us. Windsor Crest Academy is the best school in the region. A great percentage of our students are accepted into Harvard and other prestigious universities in the country." She advertised to her, "We have notable alumni, which Mr. Bernadotte is one of and we offer wide range of extracurricular activities for all our students."

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.

" The entire hall fell into a stunned silence. Unable to believe what they had just witnessed, every guest stood with their eyes wide open and their jaws agape. Mr. Bowman clasped my hand tightly, then turned to Dad, Mom, and Nicole. My parents were still frozen in shock, while Nicole's face had gone white as a sheet. In a voice that carried through the entire hall, Mr Bowman declared, "Mr. Stewart, Mrs. Stewart, you are truly blessed. With Gloria's victory in first place at the national level, every top university in the country is eager to have her." He then gestured toward the professors behind him, each of them watching me with eager anticipation. "The admission officers from Westbridge,

Grace hesitated , she didn't take a good look at the pictures before but now that Jacob was asking her to get a good look her expression wasn't that of comfort , however she knew that this was important so she steeled herself and took hold of the photographs , watching them intently , her eyes flickered over the room that was dark and dingy " its the same one , however I don't think that I can tell you where it is , or who is his sponsor because he seemed to have a quite a good number of sponsors " " wait - you mean to say that this - everything is just a sort of sick bdsm club of the rich ?" Asked Lewis finally grasping the horror of the entire situation in those two sentences . Grace nodde

“Why is Grace so close to you and Grandma?” This time, he didn’t dodge the question. His voice was measured and casual as if the topic didn’t carry any weight for him. “Her mother worked for us for years, one of our most trusted helpers. Grace grew up around the estate. After her mom passed away from health issues, we supported her through school as part of the Martinelli scholarship program." He stopped for a moment. "She’s been working at one of our firms in Shenandoah ever since.”

he had said before walking away. Turns out, he was the guy Alice had her eye on. The one she couldn’t have, but wouldn’t stop chasing. And not just the hockey star. I have caught the eye of a basketball star, Jace. A volleyball star, Jason, as well as the famous Lacrosse star, Jayden. BriarWood Academy has a lot of sporting activities going on in the school, and so they had different starts for various sections. They are called the J4 of BriarWood Academy. So I heard.

I finally said, mustering my courage, "you're very proud of getting into the top thousand for the Elite Academy, aren't you?" I took a letter from my clutch. Gilded edges, a black wax seal stamped with the head of a proud black wolf. The color drained from Grace's face. It was the official acceptance letter from the Werewolf Elite Academy. "First place, Werewolf Elite Academy." I held the letter up for her to see. "I was going to surprise Mom and Dad, but it seems you're more curious about my abilities." Grace stared at my letter in disbelief. Behind her, the smiles on the other girls' faces froze.

And Damien Blackwood never let go of something that intrigued him. Grace’s shift ended late that evening. She walked home through the drizzle, her umbrella fighting against the wind. Her apartment was a small two-bedroom on the edge of the city, shared with her younger brother, Jacob, who was still in high school. When she walked in, Jacob was sprawled on the couch with textbooks open but a video game controller in his hand. “Homework?” she asked pointedly. He jumped guiltily, fumbling for his pen. “I was taking a break!”

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

"I've decided to send him to Thornwood Academy." My breath caught. Thornwood Academy. The most prestigious institution in the entire territory. Where the elite of the elite sent their children. Where future leaders were forged. "He'll receive specialized instruction," Vivienne continued. "Private tutors. Advanced training. The best education our pack can offer." I could barely believe what I was hearing. "Mother, I... I don't know what to say." My voice trembled slightly. "This is such an honor. Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. The academy is rigorous. He'll have to work hard." Vivienne's eyes sharpened. "But I believe he has potential. It would be a shame to let it go to waste."