Library Sydney University Novels & Stories

Sydney mumbled with food in her mouth, " You must have had back pain after carrying me to my room last night." " I was wondering why my back ached, you weigh a lot." Gabriel teased making her smile. " You always know the right words to say." " Not exactly. I just know what people expect me to say, and I alter it. " Sydney shook her head and said, " You must have studied psychology in college. You are better off a psychologist." Gabriel smirked, " I'm better off as many things." Sydney couldn't deny it but she wanted to pull his legs. " Many things like what? Is it a Tennis player because I don't know what you are talking about."

The afternoon air smells like fresh lawn cuttings, cheap champagne, and the sweet relief of a couple thousand students realizing they never have to write another academic research paper again. “If you adjust that cap one more time, I’m going to pin it to your scalp with a staple gun,” Priya warns, stepping into my field of view with two plastic cups of sparkling apple cider. She looks ridiculously good in her custom tailored suit under her gown, her hair pulled back into a tight bun.

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SYDNEY As Rihaana's voice chimed in yet again, I couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation bubbling up within me. It seemed as though her curiosity about the workings of my bar had become an incessant refrain, one that played on repeat every time our paths crossed. "Sydney, darling, how's the bar doing? Any exciting stories to share?" she would inquire, her tone laced with a mix of genuine interest and what I could only interpret as an attempt to insert herself into my affairs.

Sydney shook her head and squinted, looking over the assignments in front of her. I have to halt considering approximately him. It didn’t matter how much of a great sense conversation she gave herself. She essentially couldn’t halt considering approximately him. Draco appeared to be prowling in the corners of her intellect, continuously there, behind her each activity and thought, as if he was a portion of her, continuously had been, and continuously would be. Quit it. She was picking up the heap of papers once more when Cassie thumped delicately on the entryway. Sydney was a small startled but happy for the distraction.

I step back and shift. Sydney sits up and looks away from me, but I want to feel that joy again in human form. I kneel next to her. I’m facing her. I fight the urge to pull her into my lap. She would be straddling me. It might be too much, especially naked. So, I reach to touch the softness of her cheek. Sydney doesn’t say a word, but I hear her breath catch. She blushes so easily.

"I can't be with you always, Ashley, but I promise I'm here. Right beside you, and once this is over— I'm never leaving. " The excitement that ripples through me is quick to be replaced with sadness as the thought of college crosses my mind. "What's wrong?" Sinclair queries, holding my chin between his fingers and I cast my gaze down as my fingers fiddle with the hem of his shirt. "I won't be here for long. My acceptance letter should be here in a week or two. We don't have much time together, Sinclair. " "Your college. " He states, his voice crushed and I nod, swallowing the bile that soars through my throat. "How's that an obstacle to the relationship?" Sinclair surprises me by asking and

Point of view: I am April Jane Santisima, a simple person but known as one of the brightest students in the school of St. Patrick Academy but name famous known not an Academy but a University. The owner change it when her Son manage it. I simply want to be able to study without being aggrieved, but why do they harass me every day? What wrong have I done to them so that they repeatedly bully me especially Karen who is a well-known queen bee or better known as the evil queen of the campus because of her bad behavior.

, and clicked on the voice call button. Soon, the call was picked up, and a straightforward but surprised female voice sounded. "Sydney, you're calling me? How rare!" "Yes. I didn't expect that I’d call you either, Sunny." A cold smile curled on Sydney's lips. Sunny was her classmate in university, as well as her roommate. Although their relationship was not the best, it was not bad either.

"Boutiques? What boutiques? I haven't looked at a single shop window all day." I felt a slight prickle of unease at the back of my neck. "I thought you were out shopping." "Not at all," Sydney said, smoothing down her dress. "Some of my friends from university are in Paris for the events this week. We’ve had this day planned for ages. I just got back from spending the whole afternoon with them. We went to a gallery and grabbed tea." The floor felt like it was shifting beneath my sandals. "You were with your friends all day?"