North Hampton Hills International Academy Novels & Stories

I could see that it was already opened, clearly by my mother. I never get letters, no one to receive letters from. So I opened it and read the letter. Congratulations, Kathleen Mary Fisherman! You have been one of the few carefully selected and accepted into the Northmere Castle Academy. You have been noticed because of your spectacular musical talents involving the Chello and we offer you a full scholarship. Including a full meal plan and living arrangements at the castle, NCA is located in. We here at N-C-A can't wait to hear more of your skills, that is if you accept of course. Start packing, we will be picking you up one week after your acceptance letter has been sent. Please write back

The school name was printed neatly at the top. It says, Hillcrest Academy for Behavioral Rehabilitation. He reached out and brushed his fingers over it, then pulled his hand back like it burned and chuckled.

Poor souls, they don't know we exist; they won't even see us coming. I have studied each of the four in detail. The wolf shifter who wears his heart on his sleeve like a big, fluffy toy is the easiest target for sure, as long as I can separate him from his pack. The eagle is cunning, not so easily fooled, and he shows caution, preferring his own company, a habit I need to break, and I can be very persuasive when I need to be. The Dragon shifter will be a challenge, centuries old and wise even before my time. He has ancient magic; only time will wear down his defenses. But the one that brings a sliver of unease to the place my heart used to be is Caleb, Prince of Demons. I suppose if you look

, he muttered weakly. "So men tend to drop towels around you a lot", Rinzen asked amused. The man laughed, a startled bark of laughter, "More times than you would think", he teased amused. A throat clearing, had him biting his lower lip and wincing turning he smiled, "Ms. Harris", he greeted, someone and then continued after a beat, "Right", he swallowed and turned back to the students, "To talk about the main thing, as your leader pointed out, names have power, so for the next three years at Hale Academy, you will be addressed by names of your choice, nicknames", he clarified, "These will be the only way you will be identified. Now, this School, is sitting on a nexus of ley lines", he expla

She had her in. Shipton Academy was located in the town of Sheffeld in Massachusetts bordering on the Washington National Forest. It was a large building that used to be a hotel with sprawling grounds and a lake. The rest of the town might as well be in another state. She had to be picked up by the groundskeeper in a car as no other vehicles would drive on the isolated road.

I sat up straighter, “You might have not heard but I'm affiliated with HM Institute. I studied Computer Programming there.” That made him pause. “H… HM?” He repeated, his brows furrowing. “Yes.” I said slowly, enunciating each word, “Harwood-McKenzie Institute for Gifted Learning.” Principal Monroe nearly choked on air. “You… You mean the HM? That elite prep school that only takes one percent of the country’s top scorers in science and tech?” I shrugged, “The very same.” He stared at me like I’d just grown two heads, “That can’t be… There’s no record of you transferring from there. And I’ve gone through every file in this school.”

Adrian said, his voice softening into a deeply intimate vow as he tangled his fingers into her silky hair, holding her close against him while the sweet scent of white mawar and vanilla enveloped them in their own private world. The next morning, the elite private academy in upper Manhattan looked like a picture-perfect postcard of wealth and privilege. High-end European SUVs line the immaculate stone driveway, dropping off the children of diplomats, billionaires, and old-money aristocrats. Seven-year-old Hayes walked out of the school's grand brick entrance toward the designated pickup zone, his small backpack securely strapped to his shoulders. He was laughing, talking to one of his classm