Muses Academy Reviews Complaints Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Dios mios! Isn't that a bit too much?" "No. The board has decided so and this time we will not be accepting any checks or threats. I'm sorry." "I would advise you to reconsider. Thanks to those checks you don't want anymore, this school has a great musical program and a library." "No. I'm sorry but no."

She stood still, at least she doesn't want to be suspended or worst lose her effort. She grew uncomfortable in her position as she listen to the girl's muttered apologize that fell on madam West's deaf ears. "I'm disappointed in you Molly Reed" she turned to Molly as Karen's crew walked out in defeat"I am so sorry to announce that your final warning is over and your scholarship will be withdrawn". Melissa's heart exploded as she watched Molly fall on her knees begging, tears gushing out of her eyes as she began to choke in her own cry. "Please madam West, I beg of you. Do. Not. Do. This. To. Me". She cried rushing to the woman.

"Another complaint. Anonymous. They're auditing the entire program. I'm suspended." "What? On what grounds?" "Financial misconduct. Favoritism. All lies but they have to investigate." "This is Melissa. It has to be." "Or your mother. Or someone else who wants to destroy what we've built." "What do you need?" "I don't know. I just—I can't believe this is happening again." That evening, emergency session with Dr. Chen. "Another attack. Another investigation. I'm so tired of this." "This isn't about you. This is about someone trying to undermine your work."

“Your Mother and I agreed that you should pack your things and leave. Tonight, straight away. She was too upset to even talk to you, so she’s staying with her sister until I call to say you’re gone.” Moses said in an angry tone. “Please, no! I… don’t have anywhere to go!” Pearl felt tears welling up. “Also, didn’t you have to write essays about what a fine moral character you’ve got as part of your college applications? I think the colleges should probably send these as illustrations and appendices for those essays. Provisional acceptance is very easily revoked, you know.”

I interrupted smoothly, “Your enrollment numbers are down twelve percent and several prominent families have withdrawn their children to send them to the Silvermoon Institute instead." I watched his face redden and smirked, knowing I had him where I wanted. "And most notably, you've been banned from participating in the World Arts Convention for the third consecutive year." His jaw worked silently. Hayes, standing by the door, remained perfectly still, but I knew he was enjoying this. "Your Majesty," Lucas said through gritted teeth, "those are... complicated matters. The Convention committee has certain biases against us.” "The committee has standards," I corrected. "Standards your Academy

Maria screamed demandingly, and utterly fed up with the young lady's bullshit, Madam Angelica halted. Both were obviously in front of the class transparent door, and the middle-aged Italian woman scoffed. “What do you want from me, Maria?” “I want my spot back! I want the spot that you, and that bitch Tessa, took away from me! I and that rat, Francess are supposed to be the Academy's representative. Tessa has no right to be included; no fucking right!” Maria was enraged as fuck. She never in her wildest dreams expected Tessa to step up — like, why would she do that? Does that bitch think she can compete with her?

He smiles at the memory and I am kind of devastated I missed such a big moment for them both. “I’m proud of you,” I tell Mason privately through the mind link and he doesn't respond but I see a slight twitch of a smile on his lips. “I wish I'd have been there to see their faces,” Luke says, putting an arm around Theo’s shoulder. “They only gossip because they're jealous. I've been watching and listening to them since I started this Academy. Whenever someone seems to be doing well it's as if they see it as a threat to their reputation and they need to try and drag people back down. It’s pathetic. You’d think at this age they’d know better,” Axel says with a sigh.

Seung-ho merely stood there with a cocky smile on his face. “What the fuck, man,” Min-a lashed out, getting mad he didn't even apologize. “You should use brush two for the hair tendrils.” Seung-ho reiterated, feigning ignorance like he didn't know exactly what Min-a was freaked out about. “I don’t give a fuck about brush two, you DO NOT touch a man’s hair like that.” Min-a almost yelled. He knew he was acting too sensitive and he was getting weirdly mad for nothing, but he was pissed by how unbothered his art coach seemed after touching him.

"Fair enough. But for what it's worth, I think this whole supervised restriction thing is garbage." "Careful," I said quietly. "Agreeing with suspected criminals might be bad for your reputation." "My reputation survived being Caspian's second-in-command. I think I can handle being seen with you." Despite everything, I smiled. It was the first genuine expression I'd managed all day. "Besides," Riven continued, lowering his voice, "some of us think the Academy's focusing on the wrong problems." "Meaning?" "Meaning while they're busy playing babysitter with you, the real threats are still out there. Three students missing, mysterious conversations in libraries, and everyone's acting like the s

‘We regret to inform you that you’ve been disqualified from the competition. ‘Sorry—what?’ I sat up straighter. ‘Could you say that again?’ He did. ‘Why? Was there an issue with my submission? I can—’ ‘There’s nothing wrong with your design,’ he said. His tone was stiff, with a hint of discomfort. ‘But someone reported you.’ ‘Reported me for what?’ ‘There’ve been some negative posts about your studio. Allegations that you turn customers away at the door and only work with celebrities who can pay premium fees.’