حرم الجامعة Novels & Stories

I only finished high school, so how am I going to study in college now? "Uh... okay. Thank you very much for reminding me, Miss Jane. I truly appreciate it." (You're welcome Miss Cuevas, if you have any questions and clarifications regarding for this matter, please feel free to visit our school registrar office in Princeton University located at Taguig, Metro Manila. Thank you and have a blessed day ahead.) I was dazed as I put down the telephone I was holding. I didn't expect that I would have to study while pretending to be Mariel.

Vaike responded honestly. Even now, he couldn't shake off the chill crawling up his spine. - Saintly Woods Academy was a prestigious private academy for elites located in Springberg. Its vast campus was perpetually filled with the sounds of studious students amidst rustic and picturesque landscapes. It was the pride of Springberg, renowned for its academic and educational excellence. A glance at the school's alumni would reveal the multitude of brilliant individuals it had produced and the numerous accolades it had achieved.

He slides a brochure across the desk toward me. I lean in and snatch it from the surface. It's a brochure, showcasing a school with a slightly awkward-looking man and woman flashing smiles on the front cover. “What the hell is this?” I ask. “I’m sending you to Mishnia University to finish your business degree. Our investors will feel more confident working with you if you have the proper education. You start tomorrow.” “What? I’m not going back to school! Fuck no.” I throw the brochure down and scowl at him.

said the tall man. " I am great. Ria, this is Dr Hari Prasad. He teaches anatomy in a medical college." "Which college sir?" asked Ria, trying her best to be polite. "Lakshmi Narayan Medical College." Ria looked at him shocked. Her mother gasped so loudly that many people turned to look at her. 'Oh God, He teaches at my college!!! I was missing his classes and he even turned out to be mom's friend. Oh no my mission will fail now. No, I need to do something.' thought Ria, nervously.

Only someone with enormous influence could quietly erase a scholarship without explanation. Kaizen clenched his jaw. "What reason was given?" The Registrar looked genuinely uncomfortable. "Officially..." "...the university can no longer guarantee Miss Solenne's safety." Another paper slid across the table, Kaizen's expression darkened. "What is this?" "Evacuation notice." "Miss Solenne has exactly seven days to vacate the university accommodation." "And leave campus." His breathing became uneven… "What?" "The Board believes removing her from campus is the safest option." Kaizen laughed bitterly.

“We should celebrate,” I tell Ken as we step down from the bus and approach the gate of the estate. We have a few more days to get ourselves ready to leave the estate and begin our new lives. While I don’t know about the rest, Caroline and I already made plans to attend the same uni, which is that of Northrich, the most prestigious university in the city. It has always been my dream to attend and despite having the opportunity to attend any institution of my choice; I feel they can give me what I want. They are also a good choice because they have a no-violence environment that discriminates against no one. I hope to learn as much as I can and when Caroline heard about it a week ago; she cam

He did it secretly without notifying any of the people who had connections in the orphanage. The school year is about to start one month and two weeks from now. I still have a lot of time to prepare. I am not sure how much Zadkiro paid for all my tuition and requests for documents, I wanted to know so I could pay him when I earn my own money but he didn't let me know. "Congratulations Miss Sereia Villamor, you're now an official student of this University. We'll see you around," the department Dean said while smiling and extending her hand to me for a shaking hand.

Kayla’s POV The banner, a shimmering testament to a dream realized, fluttered gently in the crisp morning breeze. “The Haven: School of Music & Healing,” read the gold letters, glowing under the early morning sun. I stood by the front steps of the newly opened building, a vibrant bouquet clutched in my hand, blinking back tears that threatened to blur the beautiful scene before me. Children, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and curiosity, filtered in with their parents. They gazed at the gleaming glass-panel walls, the inviting soft outdoor stage, the cozy rooms filled with instruments, books, and soundproof corners designed for composing and quiet reflection. This wasn’t just a school;

I picked it up, expecting spam or maybe another cruel message from Aunt Liza but it wasn’t. “Congratulations, Ms. Moretti. You have been accepted into the Full Academic Scholarship Program of Dravik University. We look forward to seeing you on campus."