My Oxford Year Novels & Stories

“How would you like it if we made it possible?” I faltered. And, Dante chuckled from my other side. “See, didn’t I tell you being a gold digger runs in her blood. As mother as daughter. I knew it’d be too easy.” Allister tsked. “Ignore him. What he wants to say is that after two years, you’ll have a chance to complete masters at Oxford just like you dream to. All you have to do is be our sweet little toy to play with." I clenched my fists, looking between them. My eyes darted to Oliver who was taking it all in like he was just a bystander and nothing else.

Emily's POV “I feel so safe with you.” I cuddled with him, refusing to leave him. We grabbed each other, brushing our bodies against each other. I hummed. “Wowww.” He chuckled. “So maybe I should know a little more about you?” He dragged. I could see he was feeling a bit nervous, probably because this was just meant to be a one-night stand. I cleared my throat. I was waiting for this opportunity. “Well I'm a freshman at Oxford University, I just arrived here from Los Angeles. My dad is the Alpha of White Claw Pack.”

“I thought I might be fitting into Worcester life quite comfortably by now.” I laughed with him, enjoying his company. “Actually,” he went on, “I was a professor of English, from Oxford.” “Wow,” I said, and I could imagine him there for real, standing before university students giving lectures. “You must have studied hard. I know Oxford is tough to get into, let alone teach at.”

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Even when we were once in love, he didn’t waste anytime in proclaiming his love before asking me to marry him. “So why did the other girls pick on you, did you know them from somewhere ?” he asks furrowing his eyebrows. “No Alpha, I was just minding my business when everything happened.” He sips his wine before sparing me a glance.”where did you study and why did you study?” I fix my gaze on him and hold my head high,” I got a bachelors from the university of Oxford, in political science.” “And how old are you?” “I’m 26 years old Alpha.”

“You got the wrong information.” The host’s eyebrows shot up, her curiosity piqued. “Oxford, you say? Everyone knew Miss Hamilton went to China’s top business school... Oxford was never on the list, right, Miss Hamilton?” Signoral’s face tightened, her hands gripping the arms of her chair as she forced another smile, her voice strained. “I did go to Oxford. I wanted to do something new aside from business, and Oxford was the choice for me.” The host nodded, making Signoral smile in triumph. Now she understood what Calista was trying to do.

Sloane POV — A year and a half later… The air smelled of spring and new beginnings. Sunlight poured over the university courtyard, glinting off rows of black caps and gowns. I could barely feel my feet touch the ground as I stood among my classmates, the world a blur of cheers, camera flashes, and laughter.

I glared at him and he smirked. "So, Jeff's in his final year now." I groaned. "I just have to get past this year and I'm off to the university." "Thank God." Mom said. "Can't wait to see you in Oxford next year, buddy." I sniled broadly. "Well, Oxford will have to show a little more prestige cos I think I'm gonna give Yale a chance." Lee laughed. "Yale is nothing compared to us." "I still wish you would go to Harvard or even stay in Nigeria and go to UniLag or UniIlorin. There are so many opportunities there."

“At a university?” He nods. “In Boston?” “God, no. That ship has long sailed.” “Right,” I say, suddenly feeling nervous. “Where?” “Oxford.” If I was still nursing my vodka cran, I would have spat it out. “Oxford? As in Oxford, England?” “Yes.” “Hmm.” I swallow thickly, and shortly realize that after everything I have been through I am too afraid to ask what that means for both of us. “It’s funny,” Professor Harlan continues so I do not have to. “The opportunity of a lifetime. Maybe my greatest dream as an academic; fulfilled. And it is all topped off by the fact that they have one of the most accomplished literary graduate programs in the world.”

He smiles, looking out a bit as I drank the coffee before looking back and saying " so, you never been here before? " " Not really, I only ever came here as a little kid, " I lied, nodding to my lies " I've been in school ever since " " That's great. Where did you study? And your major?. . . . . " He trails off, lifting his coffee to take another sip. " It's um. . . . Oxford. I studied at Oxford university. And I majored in business " " Waw, pretty sleek. You guys make all the money now " he says with a grin.