The Lekki Headmaster Romane & Geschichten

he said, feeling unsure. “You said, ‘Leister’?!” they all exclaimed as they followed not far behind the new student. “It can’t be that he is from that Leister family?” one of them said. “There are only two heirs from the Leister family, right?” someone asked. “These heirs are the children of the daughter of the current mistress of the Leisters… it was after she married Sentine Bardeck.” he said. “The elder one is Raeyan Bardeck, who is our school principal. As for the other – “ he muttered.

I also started to eat my food. "What course are you taking?" He smiled. "Hmmm, should I think you’re interested in me since you’re asking about me?" "You are also cocky." He smirked. "Just kidding. "Well, I’m a transferee. I know you’re curious; you're a transfer student in the middle of the semester. Yeah, I know, but nothing is impossible for my dad." I scowled. "Who is your father?" Zek said, "I’m sure you know Armando Legaspi. He is the owner and head of this school."

Mika added. “You mentioned that when you arrived at the academy, there were two teacher’s with the principal,do you know their names or could you possibly describe them?” Andries took a long sip of water. “i cant realy recall them,but oh wait now I remember. The shorter,wrinklier one was Mr Koekemoer, the Mathematics teacher, the taller,massive shouldered one was Mr Gumede,the rugby coach.” “did they say anything?” Andries chuckled angrily.

Three times. Then he stopped checking. The headmaster stepped onto the stage, microphone in hand. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending tonight’s scholarship gala. We’re honored to be joined by our most generous benefactors—” The pause was small. But noticeable. “—the Kingston family.” Polite applause rippled through the room. Kai’s shoulders lifted—just a fraction. “And unfortunately,” the headmaster continued, smile fixed, “Mr. and Mrs. Kingston were called away on urgent business and will not be joining us this evening.”

The ruckus started once again as if nothing had interrupted it. "Children," Headmaster Kendrick let out as he stepped into the room, and once more, there was silence. Lia and Riley let go of Jake while the rest of the students made way for Headmaster Kendrick to come forward. I noticed he had other students behind him, like Lance and Zain. It must be an announcement because it seemed like everyone in the whole school was present. Headmaster Kendrick cleared his throat before he started speaking, "The school is growing, and so are the species. Every species has a hierarchy system, and I believed the witches and the others had done great by choosing who their leaders are."

At Zuleika’s permission, the intricately carved double doors, varnished with dark lacquer, smoothly swung open. Then a munchkin, a creature that was half dwarf and half fae, announced like a herald, “The honorable Greggory Alfiero, Headmaster of the Elfyre Institute for Gifted Beings and Overseer of the League of the Moon…” One by one, the names and titles of our guests were announced as they walked in. But by the time the fifth guest who I couldn’t care less about was declared as the second-in-command of the Peacemakers, my heart dropped, and fury instantly boiled in my blood.

[ Headmaster Alistair: [ His voice a low rumble, devoid of its usual authority, tinged with disbelief ] "Bima. You are… present. I was under the impression you were indisposed. Recovering from your… incident." [ Bima: [ He met the Headmaster’s gaze directly, his own eyes burning with a fire that had been forged in the depths of the tunnels and the despair of Elian’s revelations ] "I am present, Headmaster. And I have a great deal to discuss with you. About my 'incident.' About my sister. About Lila." ] The mention of Lila’s name sent a ripple through the assembled students. Dean Thorne’s grip tightened on the ledger, his knuckles turning white. Headmaster Alistair’s posture stiffened, his st

The humid night air of Lagos pulsed with raw energy. April 2026. The city never slept — generators hummed, music thumped from distant clubs, and the thick scent of grilled suya, ocean salt, and exhaust filled the sticky darkness. In a heavily guarded private villa on the outskirts of Victoria Island, Chief Adewale Okonkwo, 47, held absolute court.

Their trek finally brought them to a large building with an enormous artwork announcing it to be the faculty of Arts into which the Alusi promptly led them in without another word. The inside of the faculty building was enormous and filled with spiraling stairways leading to various offices but their leader seems to know where he was going before stopping before a large office door with a bronze plague that held the names; Dr. Chisom Nwankwo PhD. A sharp voice bid them to enter to a series of knocks after which they nervously filed in behind the Thunder god.

Just as the game is about to start, a bald, coal-black, slender man comes marching into the field. "Good Morning, Mr. Emeka. "The black man greets our coach, with anger on his face. " Good morning sir. "Our coach replies to him. " Who's that? "I question Johan. "That black, short man devil, is our headmaster. "Johan replies, and it takes a great deal for me not to snicker. "Is anything the matter sir? "Our coach questions the black man now know as the school's headmaster, and he replies,