Karma Classrooms 소설 & 이야기

We sign the accord in the second classroom because there is no other room big enough that still feels honest. The first classroom is for lessons. The keep is for war. The courtyard is for bread. The second classroom is for asking, so we bring the table from the floor and let Hayes and his people take off their shoes at the door.

Pandora blinked a few times when the classroom door opened briefly, revealing a very familiar figure. She wondered if it was really Kingston, waiting there, even though he should have known it wasn’t time to go home yet. The course was three credits; one credit was about 45 minutes, multiplied by that number. But it would only take another hour for Kingston to realize they were about to move on to another activity.

When we finally make it, i feel like vomiting , marcus give me a quick kiss on the mouth and tell me to go make him proud, no pressure. Every step i take feel like I'm trying to walk with my feet doused in cement. We enter our first class and surprise surprise it's a class taught by finn, my packmate and tuttor i can't help but smile. He teach introduction to psychology. And despite all my nerves i enjoy his class. The classes that followed weren't that great, some teacher will stop and stare at me, while i could hear other students talk about my claiming marks. Normal shifter get only one claiming mark by their mate i got seven to represent all seven of my mates. This day couldn't go any sl

Rachel chuckled as Sara let go of her hands, she opened the door to her classroom and looked around the area. Most of the other students were filling in, a few of them, mainly the boys gave both of them a sly smile. Sara could tell she wasn't going to like the reason why, this was quickly confirmed as Rachel squealed with delight. "Oh goody!" Rachel beamed, shaking Sara on the shoulder, "It's our turn on the board!" "Seriously? Today?" Sara whined, reading her name written on the whiteboard under the title 'Class Relief.' Class Relief was a rather simple yet important position. Each day, four students would be chosen at random, two boys and two girls to be assigned to give the remaining stud

“My dad runs a pharmaceutical company, and my mom runs a textile company. My parents are quite rich, but I’m not like that. What about you?” I looked down, my voice soft. “My dad is a small farmer, while my mom teaches at a school. Funny, isn’t it?” Kara shook her head. “No, it’s not. It doesn’t matter. I like you.” After breakfast, we returned to class. In the classroom, students were busy with one thing or another. Styling hair, scrolling social media, doing TikTok videos, Kara was on her phone. While I placed my head on my desk bored by everything.

“If they wanted us to be that way, it'll be wickedness. Besides, the more angry one can become, the stronger physically they are for the duration the anger lasts. They just don't want us to show signs of weakness.” “I think I understand better now. Lest you are run over by another clan that has an Alpha that looks stronger, yeah?” “That is it exactly.” The both of them walked down the corridor, only coming in contact with two other students. ‘Citadel K’ was imprinted on the door in a bright colour intended to catch the attention of everyone that steps into it before they did. “What's so special about this classroom?” Harold asked. “It should be placed downstairs like the others.”

No platform. No Q&A. Just… presence. Cassian kissed her on the cheek before she went in. “You don’t have to prove anything anymore.” She touched his hand once before stepping through the door. “I’m not here to prove,” she whispered. “I’m here to remember.” Inside the classroom, the students sat in a wide circle. A central table held colored stones, memory tokens, and small resonance sticks. No screens. No segmentation. Just people. A young instructor nodded at Eden as she entered.

Would he still love me if he knew who I truly was or the things I’d done? Would he still love me if he knew that I had spent the past decade as a karma dealer? Yes, you heard me right. I deal out karma for a living. I know it sounds complicated & a bit crazy, and sometimes it is, but I always enjoyed my work & I’ve made damn good money doing it. You'd be surprised how much a vindictive individual will pay to see you dish out karma to those that have wronged them. The only downside of my work is that I could never stay in any one place too long.

Below were the 100 IDs I'd chosen: KeyboardFury, NetJudge, GossipLover. Each had a red progress bar. Next to KeyboardFury showed [31/100]. Riccardo pointed at the screen, his lips trembling, as the app's rules appeared, cold and precise. [Core Rules: Each gift worth over $100 forces the recipient to absorb 0.1% of the giver's misfortune.] [Tigger: After 100 gifts, the recipient's accumulated misfortune hits critical mass and erupts within 72 hours.] [Misfortune Total: 100%.]

Jim raised his voice. "Kara, go rest properly. Once the product launch is over, I'll come get you and arrange for you to go abroad for treatment. "Don't be afraid, Kara. As soon as I'm done here, I'll come be with you." Kara froze. In that instant, she regretted her impulsive outburst. Jim had waited many years for this opportunity. If the product launch succeeded, he would rise to fame in one stroke and become the respected Professor Horne everyone admired. He would not allow anyone to become an obstacle in his path.