Seton Academy Novels & Stories

She then drove to Grace International Preschool, where she had an appointment with one of the teachers. She was wearing shades and a mask. Upon seeing Caroline, Alice Young greeted her enthusiastically, asking, "Hello, are you Ms. Shenton?" Caroline nodded. "Yes, that's me. Thank you for showing me around." Smiling, Alice said, "Don't mention it. Let me take you on a tour around the academy and explain our culture and syllabus in detail..." The tour lasted for half an hour, and Caroline was very pleased with the academy. The environment was excellent, with ample teaching staff, and they provided the children two wholesome meals and two snack breaks.

He gingerly swung his little legs over the bench as he pondered. "Well there's four of us. Daddy, mommy, me and my older brother." 'Yeah. Your irresponsible brother.' The princess snorted disapprovingly. "Oh." She offered outwardly. Tommy chattered on. "He recently turned nineteen and attends the biggest and most prestigious academy in western L.A, Beverly Hills Academy." "Is the school really that good?" "Un-hun!" The little fox paused and thoughtfully scratched his hair. "It produces p..pro....prominent leaders and heirs of businesses! At least that's what mommy says." He cutely shrugged, sipping his milkshake.

The name sounds familiar, but as usual, I can’t recall why. He turns around, leans with his back against the sink counter and crosses his arms. “It’s like a supernatural boarding school. The founder wanted a safe space for kids of Alphas and heirs, and came up with the Academy. It’s hidden in Europe, but Nereo will be safe while learning about his heritage and being trained.” My eyes widen at the thought of sending Nereo away for months on end, but knowing he’ll be safe and trained outweighs everything else. “I’ll think about it and see if Nereo is ready,” I say, not wanting to commit to anything just yet.

she said. "I know," I said. "And Marcus," she said. "I know," I said. She was quiet. "Tell me what you're actually thinking," she said. I thought about how to say it. "There's a school," I said. "In Center City. The Carver Academy." I paused. "Small. Sixty students total across six years. Exceptional academic program. Strong arts integration." I paused. "The kind of environment that attracts children who think unconventionally." I paused. "The kind of environment where a five year old building local geological models and developing notation systems for emotional significance would be challenged rather than exceptional." I paused. "Where his specific quality would be the standard rather than

He had spent the whole night on the floor, keeping watch. "You're awake," he said softly, standing up. "We have to move fast, Zara. Lisa already went back to your dorm to get you a clean uniform. You need to change before the rest of the campus stirs." "Why the rush?" I asked, swinging my legs off the bed. Adrian’s jaw tightened. "The High Council issued an order at dawn. Every single student at the academy has to gather at the Grand Arena this morning. It’s the annual Exhibition Day."

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

Jenny scoffed. "Yes"Cindy replied and started thinking of the next plan on Pinky. Meanwhile, pinky didn't know what was going on, she just finished reading the letter from Seth. "Am missing you already Seth and I can't wait to see you again my heart code"she type the message and sent it to Seth. After sending it, she settle down in the couch and started sipping her drinks slowly.. * * * * * "Everyone stand up and go to your classes,I need to search your school bags and lunchbox"The principal announced with a very harsh voice.

Someone who'd sacrifice himself for her son. And I knew exactly how to make that happen. I pulled out my phone. Called my assistant. "Is everything in place?" "Yes, sir. The men are ready. They'll hit St. Augustine Academy at two PM. During lunch. Maximum students in the courtyard." St. Augustine Academy. The most prestigious private school in the city. Where senators sent their children. Where CEOs paid six figures a year for security and safety. Where everyone would assume their children were untouchable. Perfect target.

Mum says, her voice quiet but firm, “remember it wasn’t Frederick Sterling who earned it, but you, my stubborn, impossible daughter.” Her words hit me hard, and I nod, because I can’t trust my voice. I step into the hallway, my heart pounding as I head toward the lobby. In three hours, I’ll be at Crescent Moon Academy, the most elite supernatural boarding school in North America, home to the undefeated hockey team that’s never let a girl play in its hundred-year history. “I’m trying out as a boy,” I mutter to myself, testing the words, and they feel heavy, like a promise I’m not sure I can keep.