Romantic Academia Novels & Stories

Mendes had so kindly put it, "academic wallpaper." The problem was she didn't know what she had to say anymore. Or if she even had anything worth saying. That fire that drove her to start the PhD in the first place had burned down to barely glowing embers, smothered under the weight of her new life. She loved Marcus. She loved Emma. She loved the messy, beautiful chaos of their home. But that love felt like it existed in a completely separate country from the cold, critical landscape of her academic work. She was living this life full of emotion, dirty dishes and bedtime stories and whispered promises, while trying to write about theoretical constructs. The disconnect was paralyzing. The fro

she yelled again, sounding like a nagging mother from a movie. I did what any normal person would do in that situation—I pretended the signal was bad and hung up. She sent me over ten messages on iMessage. “This is just as I expected when she knew what happened,” I said, gazing at the stunning night view of the castle from the balcony. The castle was bathed in soft moonlight, the landscape dotted with distant lights that twinkled like stars. “This is why ladies like you don’t get invited to a ball dance. It’s ‘ball dance,’ not ‘balcony dance,’” Leo’s words made me turn toward him.

"End up in exile, like us. Or worse." After dinner, Miranda retreated to her bedroom and tried to focus on her correspondence coursework—advanced studies in supernatural history and magical theory that her father had arranged through his network of exiled scholars and reformed politicians. But her attention kept drifting to the disciplinary building visible through her window, wondering about the young man who'd arrived with such obvious pain and dignity. Somewhere in that stern Gothic structure, a student who might understand her isolation and her moral convictions was spending his first night at Moonrise Academy as a disciplinary case rather than a welcomed member of the academy community.

Riven was what was left—an illusion that needed to breathe. By the time we reached the ballroom, laughter and perfume were already spilling out through the double doors. Students in elaborate masks milled around, all teeth and polished smiles. Magic shimmered faintly in the air—an enchantment cast by the Academy to “enhance the experience.” If by enhance they meant make my skin crawl, it worked perfectly. Cassidan clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Try not to look like you’re attending your own funeral.” “That’s easy for you to say. You actually enjoy this.”

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

“Totally. Sociopolitical… stuff. Yeah.” He chuckled, clearly amused at my vague response. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” “None whatsoever,” I admitted with a laugh, setting my glass down. “I mean, I love books, but I love them for, you know… the kissing parts.” He laughed and I swear it did something strange to my heart. “You know I love romance novels. Like harlequin, mills and boon…” “That’s fair,” he said, smiling. “But you’d be surprised how much passion can exist even in academic writing.”

After the warm welcome given to the new students, they were brought to the hall. Cassandra couldn’t help but be amazed at the sight in front of her. Academia was a sight to behold. From its fully furnished rooms with various styles and designs down to its marvelous technology equipped with the Archmages’ power. It is simply astounding. While walking, Cassandra saw different races trudging around. Faeries, dwarves, elves, witches and warlocks, and of course vampires. "The paper that every one of you holds consists of your dorm room number, locker combination, schedule of your classes, and lastly a map of Academia," McCane announced. Cassandra and Kimberly whom she saw earlier, looked into eac

I was skipping as I distributed copies of thesis to the panelists for their review, prior to my defense. "You look perky. I assume you pass through the rigid review of the Phantom," Arnold said. Everyone calls Professor Sese "Phantom" and he's the only person in the campus unaware of his alias. I nodded and replied, "Yes, and I am the first one to do so. So that means I'll be able to pass my thesis defense earlier than most. I am so happy!" Arnold smiled. "That's good. I am sure that Latin honors is just there for your taking." I slapped his arm playfully. "Hush. Don't say that. You might jinx it." Together, we went to meet Eden and Jena and have lunch in the cafeteria.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

On our graduation day , Kingston organized a party at his place ,a night out. I confronted Kingston about his attitude towards me in his room "Kingston what happened between us? I feel like you are drifting from me"I said to him and he kissed me,I was happy and at the same time confused .I responded to the kiss and Kingston caressed my body ,the feeling was out of the world .His hands got under my dress and I was lost in his kisses to even realize that .He unzipped my dress and succeeded in taking it off.I was left with my undergarments when he suddenly stopped and I bent my face not able to look at his eyes.