North Hampton Hills International Academy Novels & Stories

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.

, 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

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.”

I averted my eyes and explained. “Heather Academy is a dangerous academy. This is where fighters and charmers go. Only a few knew this school and only a few could get in. Only the persons who have skills and can fight. And those who have what they call charms. Charms are like a magical power. Didn’t you say you saw someone fighting? That’s training. Heather Academy has wars happening every night. And when the so-called KING wanted to, he will make the war last for the whole day. It’s forbidden to go out because we need to keep the normans safe from us charmers. Now, I need you to protect yourself.” I gave her a long explanation. It took her a lot of time before she digested it inside her min

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