Novel & Cerita My Oxford Year

“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.”

And they’ll be back to their studies and probably not even miss me. This is my first winter in Oxford. It’s much colder than I expected. I’ve had a run of bad luck at the fights and pickpocketing. I’ve almost gotten snatched by a constable a couple of times. And as the days got colder, fewer and fewer people were out and about. And soon, students at the university were heading home for their winter holidays. I assumed that Mason and Ashton would be going too. They have loving families to visit. So why wouldn’t they want to go home?

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Stephanie disclosed. "How lovely." commented Anna. "I'll change before he comes." she said and ran upstairs. "Anna changes outfits five or more times in a day." Stephanie said. "She's too young to be a final year student. I mean it's unbelievable that she is in her final year." Trevor said. "How old is she?" I asked. "Twenty." Stephanie replied. "She went to Oxford at sixteen." "Wow!" I exclaimed. "That's impressive." "And guess what? She's pursuing a first-class grade." Stephanie boasted. "My goddaughter is making me proud."

Ophelia walked inside the university under an influence of nostalgia, an year ago walking into this university felt like she was a different person all together. It wasn’t that she had changed much but the fact that circumstances had changed majorly. Six months ago walking here she had only one motive, to graduate peacefully without any drama and with her head down, today it wasn’t like she was the most famous kid here but atleast she had friends.

Abella replied enthusiastically, already intrigued by the historical grandeur of the university. While Estelle went to meet her cousin, Abella took her time admiring the beauty of the Oxford campus. She had always loved the elegance of its architecture. Its ancient stone buildings stand proudly, ivy creeping along their walls, and students walk with books tucked under their arms. It was just like the movies that she had watched.

“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.

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.”

CORA'S POV Is this some kind of joke? I mean, why's Oliver Hart sitting before me? Last time I checked, we never spoke a word to each other even though we took a course in the University together. Now, who's Oliver Hart? Oliver Hart and I schooled at the famous Oxford university. He was a random colleague I never had conversations with. I didn't know much about him other than him being a popular dude amongst the girls that year, well obviously because of his goodlooks. The girls did refer to him as a 'hunk' then and I also learned he was great with pencils and ink.

Adrian replied calmly, twirling his wine. His father, Charles Sebastian, snorted. "I hope this isn't one of your reckless decisions, Adrian. The reputation of the family is paramount." I kept my bunched fists under the table. "Trust me," Adrian replied coldly. "I am perfectly aware." His mother's mouth curled into something less than a smile. "And just where did you find her?" Adrian's eyes focused on me, daring me to answer. I stuck out my chin. "Oxford," I said. "I'm a student there."