Stud On Stud Novels & Stories

Ruby frowned. "Ruby stop act-" " Oh, it's okay ma." Stacy politely interrupted Aunty. " Well Ruby, I'm a three hundred level student of the university of Lagos and as you know ASUU is on another indefinite strike. I can't just keep sitting at the hostel doing nothing so I decided to keep myself busy till school resumes." Stacy shrugged and Aunty smiled. " Wow, you attend Unilag, why didn't you say that earlier?! I'm Ruby. Nice to meet you." Ruby smiled as she shook hands with Stacy.

When she said sorry in a polite voice ,the voice make my heart beating loudly as its going to come out of my chest . Later i found out that she is studying inthe same class ,she is a transfer student from dehradun and her name is sanjana singh.when our name announced together for an assignment i was on cloud nine,i thought that's the gods way to tell me that she is the one .

Hmm, they don't have classes? "Hi, baby!" Shan greeted, "So, it turns out that we don't have classes and maybe you won't either." "Do we have the same instructor in that subject?" Rafael nodded in response, "Yeah, we have the same instructor in A-13 and A-11 in STS." "STS? What's that? I only know STI," Patrick said suddenly so I just laughed. "It's Science, Technology, and Society," I replied, "Oh, do you have classes at 4:30?"

Zoey leaned over, picked up her phone, her eyes scanning the text. "Fuck!" She cussed, her chest beating loudly. "What does it say?" "Great afternoon, students. I'm happy to announce that something I've been working behind the scenes with the department is finally coming to fruition. As you all know, the foundation of cognitive neuroscience course is one that involves some practical. After so much work, I'm happy to announce that all of the Master's students will be going on a retreat to St. Jude's Reach for a week.The town that houses one of the biggest psychiatric hospitals in England. Further information will be provided once at the destination. Everyone gather in the school's parking lot

🕯️ The studio didn’t glow. It burned. Softly. Honestly. The studio was a beacon of hope and inspiration, a place where people could come to find solace and to connect with others who shared their struggles and triumphs. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always light to be found in the truth and in the connections we make with others. The studio was more than just a physical space; it was a living, breathing entity that thrived on the raw emotions and unfiltered expressions of those who passed through its doors. It was a testament to the power of art and the transformative potential of embracing our true selves.

Inside, everything is alive. Hands brush against me. Strangers move around me. Laughter, shouting, music—it all crashes together into something overwhelming enough to drown everything else out. Liquid courage spreads through my veins, warm and reckless. I feel it shift something in me. A spark of defiance. Students I recognize move around me, some smiling, some watching. A few boys linger a little longer, their gazes less subtle. Good. Fuck you, Tristan. I smile at one. Jake, I think his name is. One of Nick's rugby buddies. Broad, tall, attractive.

He hacked while his two hands rested next to his legs. “Everyone, let us start our Group Study.” He announced. I nodded. He first showed us a smile and brushed bangs that got on his eyes. He threw the strands of his golden hair to the rear part of his scalp. He hacked while a knuckle is in his lower lip. “Today we are all here to study together. To fulfil one thing; to prepare for the next test that might take our lives. Before we start, I want to hear the experiences from you guys that might give us a little knowledge on what's going on.”

Risa sat back in her chair, checking the homework books of her students one by one Rizal's brain is spinning here and there indicating that he is dizzy seeing the numbers lined up in his math textbook, he had no talent for arithmetic, that's the reason he entered high school majoring in social studies, in this way at least he did not meet physics and chemistry lessons that would make him even more dizzy Mrs. Risa shook her head because she felt annoyed that the answers of all the students in one class were almost the same! Both in terms of methods and results, it was time for him to check Rizal's book, suddenly his cheeks twitched in horror.

he rolls his eyes at me " it's like talking to brick wall " " Back at you Kirk, let's go to the study hall and forget about the party " he grumbles but follows after me, Kirk is the Alpha to be of another pack, this college is open to all were-kind who wishes to attend, there's even scholarship programs offered so the less fortunate can attend, of course those scholarships come with some sort of stigma as the rich and wealthy look down on them for whatever reason.

He flinched in pain, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent. Mom's face turned pale with fright as she tried to calm me. "Sweetheart, please, let go of your father. If you really want to see the study, we'll take you there again." Again? What did she mean by again? I had never set foot in that study. Just as I was struggling to make sense of it all, my parents led me into the room. It was my first time entering the study—at least in my memory—yet an eerie familiarity washed over me.