Textbook Maniac Novels & Stories

My hands are going frantic now, ransacking through every nook and cranny inside my locker. This is no longer funny, and I am beginning to get annoyed. Why is it taking so long for me to find just one ordinary textbook inside my own locker? I am not even that careless with my things. Gosh, I can't afford to get into Miss Paxton's class if I do not have that textbook. And I do not want to be absent in Miss Paxton's class this week because I was already absent last week. That textbook is my passcode into her class. If I do not have my textbook, she will send me out, mark off my name in her attendance list as absent, I might even miss her test if she ends up giving one, and also I will not be ab

Sasha said bringing out a new Essential Economics Textbook from under the desk she shared with her friends. " Oh! , Can you now read out loud to the class The types of Inflation that were listed out there? Miss lyca asked Sasha. " Of course Ma... " Sasha Suddenly paused When She rechecked the textbook and realized that What she Said to the class was a little different from what was written in the textbook. " What's Wrong, Sasha? , Why did you pause? " Miss Lyca asked. " I... " Sasha Hesitated a little when she realized that if she continued her sentence she would be Severely embarrassed.

He held my gaze, blue eyes too steady, and I could feel the air between us tightening in a way that made it hard to think straight. “You’re imagining things,” I said, because denial was easier than honesty and because I had absolutely no idea what honesty would even sound like here. Tyler looked at me for a second longer, then glanced up toward the shelf above my head. “Is that the one?” he asked. I blinked. “What?” He lifted a hand, pointing to a thick dark blue textbook shoved all the way to the back of the top shelf. “Business Management. Looks like Calder’s style of misery.” I turned and saw it immediately.

But my favorite rumor is that I’m trying to steal Bryat away from his mate because I’m so desperate and no other guy will go out with me. Like that’s even possible. Bryat is attractive and all, but I’m not a monster. I’m not jealous of him or his mate. The rumors are ridiculous if you ask me. Oh wait… no one is asking me. They’re just making things up. I sigh and try to listen to my teacher. He’s an old, hairy man who’s part of our pack. “Turn your textbooks to page 483,” he says. Pages begin flipping and quiet chatter fills the room.

I waste no time finding a seat in my most preferred spot, far behind the shelf of books in a concealed and quiet corner, and open up my text book. Five seconds in and I re-read the first line to understand better. Ten seconds in and I’m not grasping anything. A few more seconds and I give up, admitting to myself that I cannot focus. Not to sound like a nerd but reading textbooks is one of the few things that could easily distract my mind when stressed out and now, it’s not working. Just kill me right now. I groan, dropping my head onto the pages. Now, what am I going to do?

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

Toxic, possessive, and forbidden — this is a mafia romance about obsession, deception, and a love triangle no one saw coming. This story centers around three main characters: Professor Adrian, his student Theo, and Adrian’s nephew Blake. Professor Adrian heads the Crimson Pact, hidden behind his luxury jewelry front, Deveraux Atelier. He came to the university undercover with one mission: find the man who scammed him with fake gold and stole millions. Adrian only knows the scammer’s name. He’s never seen his face. The man is hiding at the school under a fake name, and Adrian doesn’t know who he is. On his first day, Adrian saves Theo from being bullied by Blake — his own nephew. He does

Pick your poison. I pulled out my chair and started unpacking my books from my backpack, trying to ignore the way Knox was still staring at me with that disapproving expression. Then I noticed the massive textbooks lined up on the desk in front of him. I gulped. There had to be at least six of them, each one thicker than my entire arm. They looked ancient too, with worn leather covers and pages yellowed with age. “Do upperclassmen really need to read that much?” I asked, eyeing the books nervously. “Because if that’s what I have to look forward to next year, I might just drop out now.”