Muses Academy Reviews Complaints Novels & Stories

When I clicked on it, it turned out to be an expose about Lucas. The blogger claimed that Lucas was not a student at a prestigious international music academy but attended a diploma mill where anyone could get in by paying. "I took a close look at his social media. He hasn't posted anything related to music and only follows a bunch of rich kids who flaunt their lavish lifestyles. I suspect that his so-called original songs are plagiarized!" The video had barely been up for long when thousands of comments poured in. "I told you guys that he's a fraud, but no one believed me!"

Disgust and disappointment churned in my gut as I turned on my heel and walked out. Elena’s POV As isla closed from work and I was left alone, a nagging worry tugged at my chest as I dialed Mia’s number again. Still no answer. Something didn’t feel right. I grabbed my coat, did a quick search for Moretti Academy’s address, and left. The academy was massive, a sprawling estate-like building surrounded by modern glass structures. Young designers bustled about, sketching, discussing designs, their passion evident in every corner. I approached the security guard. “Excuse me, I’m looking for Mia Dawson, she’s a student of this fashion school”

It wasn't idle gossip—it sounded deliberate, as if someone wanted to rewrite the story of her relationship with her grandfather. Her suspicion was confirmed a few days later when an email notification arrived. It was from the academy she had applied to: [...After a thorough review of your application and background, we regret to inform you that we cannot offer you admission for the upcoming term. Our academy values not only artistic excellence and academic potential, but also the personal character and environment that nurture a student's growth. During our evaluation, certain concerns regarding behavioral history and the broader influences within your immediate support system did not meet t

she warned. "Why should I be prepared for something as terrible as that?" I muttered, folding my hands in front of me. I thought we were here to be shielded from the outside world. "In the previous sessions, we lost a lot of students. Even before that, we lost many. So, it's been that way every session, Kelani. This is Mystic Academy, a school to fight monsters and endanger ourselves in the process. No one cares about us, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't care about ourselves."

"If you go now, I'll make sure you regret it!" Suddenly, I said, "Seriously—do you have any idea how much this makes it seem like you like me?" Horace froze for a second before he flinched and quickly let go of my hand. "Who'd ever like you?!" "Then stay away from me." I thought that conversation was the end of it, that we'd never have any contact anymore, but the day before I planned to leave, I suddenly got a call from the academy. Someone had accused me of plagiarism, and sent the same email to the Academy of Fine Arts in Paris.

I'm calling from the Durman Academy Scholarship Review Committee. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Lena put her cup down. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I'm calling to inform you that a formal complaint has been filed regarding your scholarship award. Under our review protocols we're required to notify recipients when a complaint is received." A pause. "A hearing has been scheduled for Thursday of next week. We'd ask you to attend." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The kitchen was very quiet. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

••~~MADDISON~~•• Ausley dropped me at school and I went straight to the dean’s office. I was tapping my foot, trying not to lose my cool while she spoke to someone on the phone from accounting. Apparently, Monalisa had rolled out new rules about re-enrollment and student loans. She finally looked up from the screen. “I’m sorry, Ms. Summers. But if you can’t make the full payment, we can’t enroll you back. Half won’t do anymore. It’s Monalisa’s new policy.”

The head council continued, “Her mating ceremony to Lucian Wilder is scheduled to take place in two weeks. However, a formal complaint has been submitted accusing her of entertaining other males and engaging in inappropriate relationships within the academy.” “That’s a lie!” Kira snapped before I could speak. She stepped protectively in front of me. “You can’t condemn someone based on an accusation alone. She isn’t cheating on anyone; I can personally attest to that!” Something shifted in the council’s expression when he looked at her; a flicker of recognition. “And who exactly filed this complaint?” High Chancellor Flint demanded. “You have marched onto academy grounds, disrupted the peace,

“Heard he trains with some underground coach. Makes sense now.” I kept my eyes forward, but inside, my blood ran cold. Fame spreads faster than fire at Royalty. And fire always attracts vultures. Professor Norman entered, clearing his throat, but even he couldn’t quiet the buzz. He gave me a quick glance, almost like he knew. Almost like he’d been young once, and understood. After class, Musa slapped me on the back. “You’re officially a campus celebrity. Girls are already asking me about you.” I rolled my eyes. “And what did you tell them?”