Scholar Unscramble Novels & Stories

➳ "I am not a werewolf." ... Nathan blinked in incredulity. "What?" The Alpha leaned closer, repeating the assertion. "I am not a werewolf." "What are you talking about? I've seen you shift, and I can smell-" Nathan paused to sniff the air. "Yes, you smell like a wolf." "I am a wolf. Just not a werewolf." "What does that even mean?" "I'm a direwolf." He watched as Nathan's mouth slowly dropped open.

Far away to the entrance of the mansion, stood a little stage where the seniors give the boxes to the scholars they accompanied. When it was my turn the senior gave me the box immediately and left. I was on the stage standing and the other scholars in the line staring at me. I jumped down the stage without using the ladder. I hurried my way and followed the path of a red carpet, which lead me inside the mansion. I joined a crowd of scholars, they were murmuring about something. I watched them open their velvet boxes and pick out interesting things they saw. There was one scholar who found a key for something with some number attached to it. The scholar ran upstairs and after a minute he came

He groaned inaudibly. " So... Will you help me?" Thoma stared at Scarlett, a frown on his face. " I'm not doing this for you." He stated before furrowing his brows in thought. " What is it you want me to do?" He asked. Scarlett let out a sigh, smiling for the first time since she stepped foot into that house. " I want you to to create a scandal. One so big, neither of them will be able to get out without my help." She replied.

The monster school that conquered all, a high-quality academy admired by all. This makes me want to destroy the quality they are so proud of. But I'm well aware that it's all a ploy. I just need is to set it, and all I have to do is place that rotten apple next to these fresh fruits. Any high-quality fruits will rot if a bad fruit was placed among them. For many years, SSA separate the bad fruits away from its good fruits, but I’m a bad fruit anyway, I am that bad apple and all I need to do is to place myself to rot what is already tainted. I looked at Ron and speak. “You’ll study in SSA right?” I asked him.

You must adhere to all laid-down rules. You must respect other students and always remember you are barely privileged to be here. All notes, assignments, assessments, and projects must be done, submitted, graded, and given to the counselor assigned to you for review. Constant slips in your grades will cost you your scholarship. Every semester, you must achieve an aggregate of at least 90 percent. Anything less will put you on probation. You must not be involved in any social media scandal. My irritation was rising. I was tempted to shred the leaflet or better still, throw it straight at that stupid, mean boy’s face.

The four of them thought the test days would pass like normal days. In fact, they never worry about how much their exam results will be when it is announced. What most research club members look forward to beyond exam results is their club activities while classmeeting. But that day when the announcement of the results of the school exam came out and was displayed on the board as usual, right next to it was another announcement that the school issued along with the results of the exam. Notice of termination against SOPA students named initials A.P, written there along with the student number, class and grade year. The date the announcement was made and has been in effect since the announceme

He pulled out a folder, opening it to reveal a copy of my acceptance letter. Aveline took it, confused, and then froze. Briarwood University. Full scholarship. Her eyes widened. She finally realized I had been serious about leaving the country. "Miles may have stumbled on the exam, but back in his sophomore year, he recorded an act of bravery. He saved a girl from jumping into the river. Combine that with good scores during last few years, and he earned an offer from Briarwood University. And Briarwood ranks even higher than Crownridge University."