Textbook Maniac Novels & Stories

"You were the only one who appeared to have read and understood the textbook." "I love this text book," I said, pointing to the book in front of her. "I read it when I was in High School. One of the reasons I applied here was because of this author." The other reason was it was close to my sister's house but I didn't share that detail. "I was hoping to take his class but they said he retired this year." "He did," she said, nodding. "He wasn't a young man and he kept forgetting things. But now he's making a nuisance of himself at home with nothing to do." It was my turn to raise my eyebrows.

Maniac seemed confused. "Senior, you're already a powerful Ambience level cultivator. Why would you need help from someone like me?" "I still do," said Willbur. Maniac was silent for a while, before putting his palms together in a bow. "Let me know how I can help you then." His name was Maniac, but he was still level-headed enough to know when to back down in the face of someone truly powerful. "Do you know Joel William?" "Joel William from Viewspring Corp? Yeah, I know him."

I had a test in school the next day and everyone had to use their textbooks which I didn't have. I knew dad didn't have the money so I didn't bother asking. Mum on the other hand had the money but she wasn't even in town. She had left months back and we weren't on speaking terms. I just had to work for my money to get everything I needed. The textbook cost 20 dollars so I earned it and got the textbook the next morning. That was the first and the last time I had given Nick a blowjob but that wasn't the fucking end. After giving him the blowjob, he returned, saying he had a better job for me. One which could give me more than 200 dollars in a day. It sounded absurd but I trusted him.

Damien replies, opening his text book. “Today, we’re going to learn about the parts of the body that inflict the most pain.” The look in professor Luigi’s eyes is one of pure sadistic joy at announcing that. He’s a fucking crazy son of a bitch, who everyone fears being punished by, even me. Although I wouldn’t admit it out loud. “Please turn to page seventy-six in your textbook.” I thumb my way through the pages detailing archaic ritual torture and killings. It’s hard to believe that these kinds of books exist, but the mainstream have buried them. Only the Syndicate Academy would be fucked up enough to unearth them.

A disapproving frown drew across his face as he raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem, Ms...?" Dr. Monroe's voice trailed off as he emphasized the 'Ms'. as if he had already forgotten my name. I pursed my lips before responding. "I don't have my textbook with me," I honestly said. Dr. Monroe's eyes narrowed and the corners of her mouth twitched with displeasure. "Forgetting your textbook on the first day, Ms...?" he prompted again with his tone laced with sarcasm. "Avery, Sir. Just Avery."

“No way. Pretty boy like you I’m sure you cracked your first nut at what, twelve?” I pick up one of the textbooks I purchased this afternoon as exhibit #1. It’s about 4” thick with tissue-thin pages. “The Great Speeches of Ancient Greece by Thucydides” is scrawled across the spine, in Greek. Pushing my wire-thin glasses up the bridge of my nose in emphasis I say “Nerd. Remember.”

ZION "I'll wack you over the head with this textbook and maybe, just maybe, some sense would get knocked into you," Alina threatened, her words holding so much conviction that it actually scared me slightly. I pulled the textbook out of her hand with my free one and with the arm I had on her shoulders, I led her toward the lunch tables outside. The textbook read 'The Science behind Psychology' and I nearly scoffed at that, "Psychology isn't a science, it's allowing any nosey son of a bitch to make a quick buck by listening to other people's depressing lives. I bet the only reason they do it is to make themselves feel better about themselves like if he's life is crappier than mine then all's

"I will,thank you,'' I bowed my head in an appreciative manner before heading in,after walking around for just a few minutes. I saw the textbook I'm looking for. Ok, this is damn serious. The textbook is way too high for my height,This shelf trying to remind me of how short I'm. I walked to the other side of the shelf. "What the hell is this," I glared secretly and hide back from the disgusting sight. TBC

I jump when he takes a textbook from below the desk and drops it on the table in front of him, the text making a huge thwapping sound. “This is the first of your four textbooks for this course. I will expect you to be proficient in all of the information contained within this text by the time the holiday break rolls around.” Holiday break? We…we have those? “Those who do not succeed…” he says, his voice slowing now as he looks around at all of us, “will not be accepted back next term.” I breathe in sharply. What? “This is in addition to the school’s standard cuts at the end of the first semester,” Neumann says, looking around slowly at all of us, and the other students all flinch and begin t

I should have add MANWHORE into my blog post! Dang it!