Novel & Cerita Sleaze Academia

“If this is about academic misconnduct, I’m the wrong person to meet.” Celene raises a hand. “You are exactly the person I want to meet.” She straightens her back, and the Professor swallows hard. “There’s a certain kind of attention scandals bring when they involve powerful families.” Seraphina slides a slim folder across the desk. The professor picks it immediately and opens it. His eyes go wide when he recognises the printed drafts, and highlighted sentences taken out of context. Just enough to accuse. “You don’t have to lie.” Seraphina says softly. “But you will. You see, doubt is a marvelous thing. Once planted, it grows on its own.”

I’m clad in all black including a mask and a plain baseball hat just in case. You can never be too careful. I hang in the shadows of an alley by his usual spot where some of his friends smoke and drink. It’s behind the philosophy building, one of the older ones on the campus. ‘How do you think they snuck all that in?’ I strike up a conversation with Ezra as we wait. ‘Probably bribed a guard.’ ‘That’s the most obvious answer.’ A groan leaves my throat. ‘Give me some borderline impossible conspiracy theory.’ ‘There is an underground bunker where Professor Sloane makes her own brand of alcohol with her Alchemy skills and deals them to students.’

Their investigation showed that it was actually tied to academic fraud and professors sexually harassing female students. For some reason, the rich kids at this school were also way more arrogant than students from anywhere else. It was probably because they were so close to Portfall—they could hop over there whenever they wanted. Some had already ditched their Farshya citizenship, so they didn't care about breaking laws. And that was on top of them stealing the school's resources and admission spots. Galesmere College had basically fed the growth of that Sacrificial Offering Manifestation. What Aria dismantled wasn't just the manifestation; it was years of built-up injustice.

She dramatically sighs and says, "You don't understand what it's like for James. Academia is not easy and research takes time." I can hear the disappointment in her voice as well as the condescending tone. I understand, perfectly well, what academia is like. I grew up in a house full of academics. I understand that they can be selfish and single minded in their pursuits. I probably had such a talent for being an assistant because I spent my life assisting my parents and brother.

"She filled your family's head with false hope to make the burden of your inevitable sacrifice more palatable. It's a kindness, really. Better to die thinking you could have had another choice than knowing from the beginning that you were always meant to be sacrificed." "You don't know that," Raven said. His amber eyes were bright with anger, his whole body coiled tight. "You're so desperate to protect your own power that you'd rather kill an innocent girl than risk the truth coming out." "Watch your tone, half-breed," Councilwoman Thorne snapped. "You speak to your betters." "My betters?" Raven laughed, and it sounded broken. "You're murderers. All of you. You built this academy on a massac

"I never thought you would stoop that low to lie to my face. I held you in high regard." "Are you on meth?" I asked. He definitely should be on one because there was no way in hell he would have come up with such an accusation. But I didn't smell any drugs on him, plus the use of drugs was prohibited in Mystic Academy as it was believed to amplify our werewolves' abilities the most. Anyone found doing drugs was often suspended or, worse, expelled. "I should ask you that," he replied. "You lied to my face, bro. You said you weren't interested in her, and I should give her a shot. Then I saw you all over her."

His words came out as a slur. My heart stopped beating for a moment as the truth hit me. “So what, you’re saying you did it for me? You think this doesn’t equally affect—” Whatever I was planning to say was cut by Zelest’s cold rasp. “Yes, I bloody know how it looks and that I’m equally going to be affected which is why I have no interest in carrying a course over and gaining an extra year in the forsaken college.” He doesn’t want to fail. He cares about his grades. Why was I shocked by this knowledge?

— This is not a song about a swagman, a tramp, dancing with his bundle, i.e., his pack withered of goods? "These bloody academics," he lamented. “They take everything literally. "How do you know I'm an academic?" “Why, those end-of-semester university exams? “Oh, of course! Damien looked back at the magazine. "I hate those dresses when the top is stiff and doesn't move when the woman wears it." moves. And why do many of these models look so unhappy?

she turns in my direction, “Daisy, what the hell did we do?” “We did what we had to do,” I say simply, though my stomach is knotting at the magnitude of everything that's happening. I climb out of bed, pulling on my robe as I move to join them. The phone screen shows article after article: SCANDAL AT LYCAN ROYAL ACADEMY: ANONYMOUS BLOG EXPOSES CORRUPTION STUDENTS ALLEGE MISCONDUCT AND ABUSE BY PROMINENT PROFESSOR BOARD OF DIRECTORS CALLS EMERGENCY MEETING AMID EXPLOSIVE REVELATIONS

Every character felt like a slap in the face… “Exclusive: Zurich Institute’s Core Project R4310 Suspected of Academic Fraud; Researcher Alice Newcombe Accused of Long-Term Plagiarism” I scrolled down. The article wasn’t long — about two thousand words — but every sentence was laced with venom. Its structure was typical: it began by presenting a seemingly authoritative ‘insider leak,’ then piled on a heap of unsourced ‘internal information,’ before drawing its conclusion in a tone brimming with righteous indignation.