Homestuck Classes Explained Novels & Stories

What happens when a billionaire CEO goes to college? Faith is about to find out. Utterly and completely broke, Faith is forced to work three different jobs to support herself through college. Unlike her counterparts, Faith failed to get the good fortune of being born into a rich family. God's attempt to make it up to her must have been giving her a super sharp brain which is the only reason why she could attend the prestigious Barbell University on a half scholarship. But, with the remaining half of her tuition going into $35,000, Faith is forced to slave away night and day at her part-time jobs while simultaneously attending classes, completing assignments, taking tests and writing exams. Faith would do anything--literally anything, to get some respite, including taking on the job of tutoring a famously arrogant, former-dropout, self-made billionaire CEO of a tech company for a tidy sum. Devlin has returned to college after five years to get the certificate he desperately needs to close an important business deal. Weighed down by memories of the past, Devlin finds himself struggling to move ahead. Can Faith teach this arrogant CEO something more than Calculus and Algebra? Will he be able to let go of the past and reach for something new?

Once upon a time, they were friends. But high school changed everything. Ethan Cole became the untouchable king of the rink: star hockey forward, party legend, and the guy who now treats Mia Harper like trash. Popularity went to his head, and the boy she used to know vanished. Mia, meanwhile, is the quiet overachiever buried in books and AP classes—the virgin nerd who's never even been kissed, let alone anything more. When Ethan's GPA threatens to bench him from the team right before playoffs, desperation forces him to swallow his pride and approach the one person who can help him. The deal is simple: Mia tutors him in exchange for "experience." Kisses. Touches. Lessons in everything she's curious about but too shy to chase on her own. But old memories have a way of thawing even the coldest hearts. Late-night study sessions turn heated and the line between fake intimacy and real vulnerability blurs fast. Can two people who started as enemies rewrite their story... or will the ice between them stay frozen forever? [CONTENT WARNING: This book contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature readers 18+ only. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.]

The day my husband, Ethan Hart, posted wedding photos in a bridal gown with the college girl he was sponsoring on his social media, I didn't fly into hysterics like I usually did. Instead, I gave them a like. I even left a comment: [Such a perfect match. Let's all wish the newlyweds a lifetime of happiness.] People in our circle said I was the most pathetic wife alive, letting the mistress walk all over me without resistance. A week later, he came home and explained, "It was just an act. Her grandfather is sick. Before he dies, he wants to see her get married." I nodded calmly. "I didn't take it seriously. I believe you." In my previous life, I had stormed into their wedding ceremony that very day and caused a scene, ruining their wedding. To punish me, Ethan went after my parents' company. He drove them into bankruptcy and forced them to jump to their deaths. And I was sent to a mental hospital by that woman, tortured until I truly went insane. So in this life, reborn with everything laid bare, I no longer crave his love. All I want is his money. Every time he cheats, I transfer a portion of the assets under his name. Three chances remain. After that, he will have nothing left.

I accidentally saw a notification pop up on my husband’s phone saying that an automatic transfer had been completed when I was using it for navigation. Immediately after that, his ex-girlfriend, Wanda Blake, sent him a message on WhatsApp: [I’ve received this month’s 10,000 dollars for child support. Thank you, Koah. I don't know what I would have done without you.] I froze. “Child support? “Koah, you told me that the money you send every month was for medical expenses for your mother’s treatment!” Koah Quinn’s expression stiffened as he explained, “Honey, don’t misunderstand. I just felt that life has become really hard for her because she’s a woman raising a child on her own. Her ex-husband refuses to pay child support, so I wanted to help her out…” I touched the old watch on my wrist. The one I had not replaced in years to save money, and felt extremely disappointed. “Your monthly salary is only 6,000 dollars. Where did you get so much money to send her?” He was silent for some time before finally admitting. “I used the money we had set aside for the new house’s downpayment.” I was stunned. He had taken the money my parents had scrimped and saved for decades for me as downpayment for a home and then transferred it to his ex-girlfriend as child support.

Blurb. Vanessa was abused by her father and step mother her whole life, she was the dumping bag of the family. She was never even allowed to go to school, her family treated her like a slave. As if things could not get worse, her father gave her away in exchange to be burdened for the debt he owed. She was abused, used and threatened, she was ready to give up when she found out she was pregnant, not with just one child but two. And she could no longer give up. She had to fight for the two lives that were now growing inside her. So she ran away. She had nowhere to go but she thought if she explained to her family that she was pregnant, they could take her back in. But they threw her out into the cold. When she woke up next, she was in what seemed to be heaven, being treated like a princess. She thought she was dreaming or hallucinating when she saw her mother, the woman who died when she was only six years old. She was now the Luna of one of the most powerful packs. Vanessa goes from being a weak slaw that everyone used to the mate of the alpha of the most powerful packs. She is out for revenge and blood now, and she would stop at nothing until she destroys everyone that abused her, including Damian the man who fathered her kids.

Brie Larson and Alex Arterra have always been bitter rivals since childhood. They grew up attending the same schools together, and with the brilliant Brie bumped up by three classes because she needs a little more challenge, their constant competition only fueled their hatred towards each other. It is made even worse by the fact that Alex bags the scholarship Brie had worked hard to get, even if he doesn't need it. Years later, their rivalry escalates to new levels of petty when they clash at a shareholders banquet after Alex takes the leadership of Arterra Co. and he finds that Brie had grown from the little, scared nerd to a fiery, beautiful woman. When Alex needs a fake girlfriend, Brie is the only woman who fits his criteria, and at first all she wants is a taste of the soft life, even if it means sharing it with the one person she has sworn to hate for life. Eventually, they fall in love with each other, despite their initial hatred. Unfortunately, their families' long-standing feud becomes a significant obstacle in their relationship. As their relationship deepens, they face a range of challenges from their families' disapproval to the pressures of their different backgrounds. A secret threatens to undo every thread that pulls the duo together, and it is only the beginning. Will they get their happy ever after?

lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd like to forget to get a book out of my locker, so I went to go quickly and went to get it. I was leaning against the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door. When warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move" being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hands backward. I hear a grunt and turn to find the person hunched over as they hold part of their face "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. and then he looked up. the first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. it looked so smooth, and 1 almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering It was him. Six. He is the most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down, and my dad could not face the shame, so he killed himself, leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructor, and an entertainer to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes, and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He paid my family's debt in the banks, so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer, and on-call bedwarmer for my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband.

Zara Torres has three rules at Harlow University: no athletic dorm drama, no boring elective classes, and absolutely, under no circumstances, no hockey players. She's broken all three before October. Now she's stuck writing a semester-long profile on Declan Mercer — starting center, criminally good at skating backward, and the most inconveniently interesting person she's met since arriving at Harlow. He's easygoing where she's structured, instinctive where she's methodical, and somehow always exactly where she isn't expecting him to be. Which, as it turns out, is a problem. Zara knows how to land on her feet. She's been doing it since the fall that broke her wrist and her confidence in one clean moment two years ago. She doesn't need a hockey player dissecting her skating footage at midnight or texting her things that are too honest for seven AM. She definitely doesn't need him to be right. But just as something real starts forming between them — something unscripted, something she didn't prepare for — a single email pulls the assignment and threatens to take everything with it. Some edges are sharper than they look. And some falls are worth the landing.

My mom always said, "I've never played favorites. "You and your brother mean exactly the same to me." She said it so often I almost believed it. Growing up, anything my brother had, I had too. If he got a new pair of sneakers, so did I. If he signed up for coding classes, I was enrolled in the same ones. Even this year, when we came home for the holidays, my mom smiled as she handed each of us a neatly-packaged designer shopping bag. "I picked these out for you two at the store. One for each of you, exactly the same. "These outdoor brands are expensive, you know. A single jacket costs thousands. I'd never buy one for myself, but I don't mind splurging on you two." I took the jacket. It was well-cut, structured, and looked high-quality. A small warmth stirred in my chest. However, when I tried it on, the collar felt oddly irritating against my skin. Frowning, I pulled back the lining to check. There was a ring of yellowed sweat stains around the label, and tiny flakes of dandruff were caught in the Velcro. A faint musty smell lingered on the cloth, mixed with the stale odor of cheap tobacco. It was sour and impossible to ignore.