Last Lecture Book Novels & Stories

Her sight remained on me though, but I couldn't hold her gaze. "Hmm, ok... Right, Nick you can sit next to Queen Dylan and share your text book, everyone turn to page 67, as we will be continuing our Introduction to Quantitative Chemistry, that we started last week." What? I hadn't studied at all while I was away with the king never mind actually starting a new topic that was clearly going to go completely over my head.

Adams' lecture this afternoon. "Okay. I think that's all for today. For the practice, please do study cases part, page forty five until forty seven. It will be submitted on the next meeting, as a quiz score. Don't miss the date. Good afternoon everyone." Mrs. Adams utters a few last sentences as she flees from the room. Along with her dismissal, the noise of students packing up their stuffs surrounds, including gossips and chit-chats among us. "Any gigs this afternoon? You look more tranquil today," Leah opens the convo as I close the textbook and put it in my sling bag.

Three months later, the campus still smells the same—old books, cut grass, and the faint chemical tang of the lecture-hall whiteboards. I slip into my usual seat near the back of the anthropology seminar just as Dr. Patel starts reviewing the final section of post-Exposure integration theory. No one stares anymore. A few classmates nod. One of the Luna Chaser girls from last year gives me a small, almost shy wave. I return it and open my laptop. Halfway through the discussion my phone vibrates against my thigh. I glance down.

Luke shrugged. “Which Leah, of course, wouldn’t know because she aces every test,” Aeliana pointed out. “Ah ha!” Jace agreed while all the others nodded. “Guys, I think I found the reference book Mr. Decarlo told us about during electromagnetism lectures,” Caleb approached us with a thick book in hand. “Well,” Jace sighed. “Serves us right for not giving a sh** about what he said when we should’ve,” Letting the book down on the desk, Caleb shifted his eyes onto Aeliana’s.

Dick. “Class. I am just going to meet our new student. This will not take long. Please turn to pages 278 to 300 in your textbook, and begin to go over it. That is what we will be covering in the coming sessions.” Lukas spoke to the remaining students all now sitting in their seats prepared to begin the lecture. He spoke with such authority, like he always did in his lectures. Something that had once appealed to me, but right now it irritated me. I hated the fact he was manipulating his authority. I reluctantly followed Lukas to the door, unable to miss the small smirk upon his face. As we left the classroom, and he gently closed the door behind us, he turned to look at me. “Finally.” He mutt

"I want you to read this tonight. It's not assigned reading. But it will help you understand the theoretical framework we're building toward. Can you read two hundred pages by Saturday's session?" "Yes, Professor." "Good." He handed her the book, and their fingers touched briefly. The contact sent electricity through Mia's body. Professor Hayes must have felt it too because his eyes darkened slightly. For a moment, they just stood there, close, both aware of the tension between them. Then Professor Hayes stepped back. "Saturday. Same time. Read the book. Be prepared to discuss it." "Yes, Professor," Mia said, her voice slightly breathless. She left his office feeling both intellectually exha

At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle. My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children. But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna. I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids. Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly! "Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!" The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping. I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're

Like the ghosts of battles past plotted and predicted from the walls. Professor Kallus entered in his usual stormcloud of cloak and impatience. He didn’t bother with greetings. “Today’s lesson,” he barked, slamming a leather-bound tome onto the altar-like desk, “is the Fading Accord. And how not to lose everything a second time.” Murmurs rippled through the room. He waved his hand, and the center of the floor lit up—an illusionary map of the world sparked to life in glowing threads. Mountains. Rivers. The Veil.

The lecture hall smelled faintly of old wood and chalk dust, the kind of place where secrets felt safer because no one ever looked too closely at the back rows. Philip and I always claimed the last bench—far enough from the projector’s glow that our screens stayed private, close enough to the exit if we needed to bolt. Today the room was half-empty, professor droning on about structuralism or semiotics or whatever dead theory he was paid to resurrect this semester. We didn’t care.

Celeste The lecture was dragging on, and Professor Wayne’s voice faded into the background as I doodled absent-mindedly on my notebook. It was Friday, and it was my last class of the day. Statistics; my least favorite class of all time, but a required class for most majors. Just as my attention was about to wane completely, Fiona’s elbow digging into my side broke through my reverie. I looked over to see her smirking at me and holding her phone out to me beneath the desk.