My Stud Novels & Stories

This entire family is scared cats in front of Mr Arthur Allen, and Mrs Alina Allen. "Does he study?" Mrs Alina asked and this question puzzled Laura, she silently turned her face at me, blank! Hah. He could have just asked me. I would have answered it in a better way because she actually knows nothing about me. "I do. I study at Purdue College. But lately, I couldn't concentrate on my study because of mom's health." I replied. Mr Arthur finally looked at me. "Is it your final semester there?" I nodded. "Yes."

“Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.” “Studying,” I said quickly. “Away from… everything.” I waved vaguely, meaning the hallway, the gossip, Savannah, and all the whispers that followed me wherever I went. “And you thought an empty classroom would help?” he asked, stepping closer. “I needed space. Away from the chaos,” I admitted. My voice sounded small even to me. He studied me, really studied me, and my chest tightened under the intensity of his gaze. The air seemed to shift between us, heavier, almost electric.

"What?" "You’re back late." He says with arms crossed to his chest and brows raised. I chuckle and tilt my head. "And? I’m a final-year student. I spend extra time studying when classes are over." "Is that so?" "Yes, it’s so. Now, move out of my way." I gently nudge him to the side as I take the last stair and I’m too well aware of Noah following behind me as I walk to my room. It’s hard to ignore the questions buzzing near my ears. "So, did you study alone? And what happened to your uniform? Why are you—"

I just have to study more. I kind of missed my wolf though. Today is a Saturday and I decided to just stay home. Judith and Kathryn are planning to come to visit me. My room was a bit messy. I have been spending my time studying. Coming back from school from Monday to Friday, I will eat, shower and study. Sleep for two hours and come back to studying again. Sometimes, I even forget to eat. That is how much I want to prove to everyone that I can win this competition.

I sat across from him, still clutching my notepad like a shield. He didn’t speak right away. Just watched me with that same impossible gaze, elbows resting on the desk like he had all the time in the world. “I wanted to ask about your studies,” he said at last. “You’re enrolled at Ridgewood College?” I nodded. “Multimedia and Communications. Minor in journalism.” He leaned back slightly. “What do you want to do with it?” I hesitated. Most people asked to be polite. I got the feeling he actually wanted to know.

he said and his eyes were on my body, looking me up and down and if only looks could act, he was going to be one of those Telemundo stars making me feel the passion. "Ahem." I cleared my throat. "This has been one long talk. Unfortunately, I have to go now." I meant to say fortunately. "Just when we started to get along. I hope to see you some other time though. What are you studying?" My phone rung in my purse and I exhaled, guessing Mimi was here already. Since I was leaving anyway, I ignored it and gave him what was left of the attention he could get. "Journalism, you?" I said, nodding and he squinted.

Henry nod and we walk back inside even if I know that Henry was eager to know everything but still he didn't force me We got inside and my girlfriend walked through me and said I forgot to tell you that we need to do our thesis. I scratched my head. I forgot that I'm still a student even if I have a lot of problems. I just can't stop studying because in Just a few months we will graduate from college.

He was speaking clearly looking at something, most probably the moon. I was walking to the library to carry on with my studies of some old manuscripts they kept in the basements. The hot summer day has led the undergraduates to stripping down to the bare minimum acceptable clothes, the amount of creamy smooth female flesh on display was a torture to me. As 26 year old PhD student on the wrong side of being nerdy, I had no regular girlfriend and had not had sex in months. The sight of it made my head and as well as other parts pound.

I have to climb two floors to arrive to my class. I am Lilibeth Kolton, a 2nd-grade student at Fonton Senior High School, majoring in social studies, I'm not that pretty actually...not at all! I am only 160 cm tall, my face is not that great, my nose is not that pointed, my lips are not thick, my front and rear bumpers are minimal, and my brain is so-so. There should be no reason Mr. Harold said that to me! Or is he just testing me?? Or… a prank! Wow, if that's true, he has the heart! Note the sarcasm!

"You are not fine." I opened my mouth and closed it again because he wasn't wrong, I had flinched twice already, my body doing things my brain hadn't authorized, the leftover jumpiness of a morning I was trying very hard to file away and move past. "I just need to get through finals," I muttered. "Then let's get through finals." He opened his book again. We studied in quiet for about twenty minutes, real studying this time, and I was just starting to feel something close to settled when my phone buzzed face down on the table.