The Book Academy Novels & Stories

He lets out a frustrated sound and tips his head back, his lips moving dramatically as he silently prays for strength to deal with me. I've seen that look enough to know what it is. "Only the first night of book club is at the store. We take turns rotating every week to people's houses. They took pity on us and let us do it together." He says, showing me his sheet of paper showing what week people signed up for. I have one as well, but I just folded it and shoved it into my book not realizing what it was. "Shit, so what does that even mean?" I ask and Everett shrugs.

“Fufu, it’s all right, it’s never a failure to train, but let’s try to be on time next time, okay? S so as we said before, today we’re going to decide the list of students who will be selected for the school exchange, so I ask the representatives of each division to provide their suggestions.” Three students stood up, a sheet in their hands, Hope looked at them intrigued and leaned towards his mentor. “Um Thomas, what is the school exchange?” “… Of course, you haven’t listened, you have 1000 muscles and none of them are a brain. Like I told you, the Royal Academy represents the spear of the kingdom, to put it simply, we are the nobles who vowed to use force to defend our people, concretely,

The idea of eating breakfast makes me nauseous. I exit my room and pause in the hallway, because I've no idea where classes are in this place. There wasn't time to show me around. The Academy is a three-story mansion that resembles a Victorian-Goth style architecture. Well, I'll look around until I find someone to show me the way or find it myself. My sneakers squeak across the title as I stroll down the hallway, the book of magical history tucked under my arm. I scratch at the collar of my shirt which feels like it's choking me and soaked in so much starch it's stiff like it could stand up on its own.

It looked like an ancient library as different books filled each shelf to the brim, and from the looks of things, they were sorted, based on size, genres, history and so many more. "Whoa." I muttered, stepping further into the book paradise. " Noah could open a school and never run out for decades." The ambience of the place was different haul and it was giving freakish academia vibes. The lightening was dim, drawstring lamps littering almost every corner in the study, no, scratch that, library. What we had at home was a study. This was a full on museum.

On the table was a stack of books I recognized from the Supernatural Academy. “We have those books here in the library already,” I said. “You didn’t need to bring her copies.” “It seems like you need the books more than she does if you’ve already forgotten that she has to have the most up-to-date version to be in compliance with the current Council’s standards,” Dagon said. “You said you were here to inform Miss Graves of her arrangements?” I glared at her and turned to Lucy. She didn’t look at me. Her hands clenched around the cup.

Ponjie already looked bored so he found a table and decided to rest. “Of course, it is.” The butler said proudly. “Although the academy has massive resources for students, the library in the facility is much more comprehensive and filled with a lot of real-life cases that the Elites have experienced. We call this place, ‘Bibliothèque Blanche’. You’re not allowed to read anything in this, though. You are not qualified yet.” “Then what’s the point of going here?” Fruto really wanted to check the texts here. He got interested with the word “real-life cases”. Unfortunately, they’re not allowed. He instantly felt bitter.

And yet my grandfather got me a spot with little more effort than a phone call. Lucky me. I should be grateful. The Academy’s real name is "The Luminary Society Academy for Young Entrepreneurs" but nobody calls it that. To anyone who has ever gone here, anyone who has ever lived under its shadow, it is and will forever be "The Academy." It doesn't need a longer name. It's the only Academy that matters. But I have another name for this place. Hell.

“ uh they fucking lied about the school date” I guess we have to crack our brain”. “ wait I get it I remembered my grandpa told me that he went to this Academy but it wasn’t named Royal academy, it was called the Elite Academy where only the rich happens to go there, but they change the name, because I think something might have gone bad at that period so they change the name, Nobody might not no what happened back then, but the academy was established in umm 1960” Bridget said “.