Hating University Novels & Stories

I could still feel the echo of him inside me — the way my body had opened up for him, the way I’d begged for more. "I didn't know you were my student." I finally let out, looking down at my entwined fingers. “And now that you do, we can’t have sex anymore?” I forced myself to nod, crossing my arms to stop them from trembling. “Yes. The… the university forbids it.” Good going, Sylvia — say it like you still want to have sex with him but it’s the university holding you back. Just what is wrong with you! Be an adult! “Fuck the university,” he said flatly, without even a second’s hesitation.

Riley began carefully, “that Thanksgiving dinner at your house was easily one of the strangest experiences of my life.” Priya straightened her spine. “Strange how?” “Imagine a table full of adults calmly discussing stuffing,” Riley said, painting the picture, “while Sloane and Chase sat directly across from each other, acting like they hated each other.” “That sounds perfectly normal,” Leah said. “It was *not* normal hatred.” I buried my face in my hand. “Riley.” “It was *athletic* hatred.” Jake blinked. “Athletic hatred?” “Competitive. Sweaty. High-stakes.”

I mean I'm going to college and it's too far from my house so I decided to just rent an apartment near my school. Which makes my parents disagree but I still pursuit it and I made a promise to them that I will call them from time to time so they will worry about me. "Sweetheart do you really need to go?" My mom whined at me and I let out a deep sigh. "Mom we're already discussed about this. This is only for four years and anyway I will come home every summer and holidays!" I said while I hugged her. "Sweetheart we're just not used to the fact that your leaving us!" My dad chimed in and I can't help to sigh again

she said darkly, “..there’s Blackmoor Dominion.” I didn’t like the name already. “They are mean,” Lily stated plainly. “Like, openly mean. They play dirty. Underhanded tricks. Fake injuries. Strategic fouls. They’ve been penalized before but somehow never disqualified.” “That’s… comforting.” “They hate Woodhill University the most,” she added casually. “Of course they do.” “And Hillia Academy hates everyone.” “I think that is quite obvious either.” “So yes,” she concluded proudly, “Woodhill has to compete internally first before sending one team forward.”

Chapter 15 Signs I'm starting to see Grimson town weirder and weirder. Especially that University. I mean, why did they even implemented the unjust ranking system? As far as I can see, it isn't helping the student learn, they're all feeling tortured. And I am liking any of it, is thsi rebellion? I don't know if it is because of the fact that the curriculum is way different from the metro compare here in Howling University or the superiror in this University is just really going out of border?

Hayden showed me his phone, and I could see it was already trending on the university blog page, with comments pouring in. “WHO THE HELL IS GRACE DAVIS” A comment appeared. “Don’t look at the comments,” Hayden said, swiping out of the app. “Well, the news did travel fast, just like the way we want it.” I nodded. God help me. I wasn’t ready to get my first batch of haters. “The deal is sealed.” Outside the car, neither of us noticed a figure standing on the dormitory stairs, her jaws clenched, staring at us with hate.

At the sight of Emerson's naked body. This cannot go on. It's far from what I should be doing. When you hate someone, you hate them. The clear look of disgust, the unknown glares and all those shit. There's no fucking them or wanting to fuck them again after the first time, because that's exactly what's happening. I need to stop thinking of my nails raking down his back and me beneath him with our bodies pressed to each other and go back to thinking of my fist in his face. Especially if I'll drive Emerson Ford out of here– something I won't do with this new sentiment.

| Thea's POV | PRESENT DAY "If I happen to find out that you are lying to me— God help you, Dylan, I'll rip your dick and feed it to you." I warned before making my way through the crowd of people staring at us. I hated this- I absolutely despised hurting or threatening people, this was not me. Yet I had to do it, I had to become that assassin who people feared all because of my fucked up uncle. Dylan Brown. I was sent to find out where his boss was, for my 'boss' who also happened to be my adoptive uncle.

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

He promised before kissing me on my forehead and my heart cracked a little. I was expecting an “I love you” but I knew that we were just taking things slow and I shouldn’t be jumping into conclusions like this. Submitting my project assignment, the professor organized a test and I hated it but I knew that I was going to pass because I studied prior to today. “I hate that test and I’m pretty sure I’ll fail it,” Nicole groaned but I only smiled as I took a bite of my lunch, “it’s really horrible.” She added before raising an eyebrow at me.