Daniel Greenhouse Academy Novels & Stories

"I knew it! I liked this Girl the first minute I saw her." "Daisy, do me a favor please: SHUT THE HELL UP!" Daniel yelled in a low voice. “So, that's why you convinced mom and dad to transfer here instead of that college in the Silvermoon pack. Clever, dude.” “Why would I go anywhere away from my future Luna?” whispered Daniel, intending not to wake me, or that I would hear him. Wait, what? I choked on my saliva when I heard him mentioning a “Luna” thingy. A million questions popped into my mind, wondering if he had told his parents already.

Daniel joined us, and we melted into a three-way family hug—one that felt like a patchwork quilt, stitched together with pain and forgiveness. We all sat back down to eat, the silence peaceful for once. Then Daniel pulled something from his pocket and handed it to me. A flier. I unfolded it and read the bold title aloud. “Adam’s School of Performing Arts.” Mother leaned in, curious. “What’s that?” “It says they’re accepting new students,” I murmured, reading the fine print. “One applicant might even win a scholarship.” “Why’d you bring this?” I asked Daniel, raising an eyebrow.

My heart sinks into my stomach. My brain spirals. This wickedness cannot be happening to me. Westville greenhouse, popularly known in the entire school as the 'Green Den', is a horror of climbing weeds and twisting thorns. It is as old as the school itself, with a landmass spanning over three acres of land. Weeding it and taking care of it alone will take a huge toil on me. It will drain me. It will literally drive me mad. The school labourers don't work there often, so Principal Salazar believes it is the perfect punishment for the erratic girl who had the guts to fight and inflict injuries on her fellow students.

The Great Hall had been completely transformed. The dark, imposing banners of the old High Council were long gone, replaced by vibrant woven tapestries representing every elemental tier and non-magical block living in harmony. Sunlight streamed through the massive stained-glass windows, casting brilliant fractured diamonds of blue, purple, and gold across the hundreds of graduating students.

I did not want to frighten the boy, especially after what I just did to his father. “Dylan,” he said quietly. Dylan was a young boy probably no more than eleven or twelve. He was tall for his age and was fairly muscular already. He would have been attending the academy since his third birthday. He would be in year eight or nine out of fifteen. Children went to the academy at age three where they began learning all about what it took to be a Gaisreen warrior. They began learning to fight immediately, and it was not a pretty sight at all. They did not take it easy on the children at all and pushed them past their breaking points. Gaisreen were the first line of defense for the humans against t

Daniel laughs and walks in behind me and we walk to find our seats. Autumn Brown school is where all the rich preppy arrogant assholes attend. This school is built on money and there are only a few cases of scholarships here being accepted; I am one of them. Even Daniel is rich, but he sees past my background and sees me, not everyone here does.

“Daniel stopped by. Left this.” Ryan unfolded it. Meet me in the greenhouse. Before sunrise. Don’t tell anyone. Just come. His heart thudded. He looked out the window. Dawn hadn’t yet broken, but the first hints of light were creeping into the sky. The campus greenhouse was one of the few places Ryan actually liked. It was always warm, filled with life, humming quietly with the sound of insects and dripping water. He slipped inside. Daniel was already there, leaning against one of the tables, arms folded, hair slightly messy like he hadn’t slept either.

Dane - 19 Cara - 18 ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ TWO YEARS AGO DANE "Recruitment into the Greenwood Defense Academy is open!" Cara screams out the news happily and jumps up to her feet beside me, not caring that her pretty legs are so dangerously close to the blazing bonfire right in the middle of our small circle of friends. Pretty legs that I helplessly, always fucking dream of having them wrapped around me as I thrust up into—

"Miss Green, long times no see. I hope you are doing well." She regained her senses and asked anxiously, "Why are you here Daniel? What do you want?" Daniel Brooke laughed and said, "Miss Green, You are very straightforward." "Come to the point. I don't have much time to waste in beating around the bush." He let out a dry chuckle, "OK, if you say so. I want cooperation with you. I need some help from you, and in exchange, you will also get the benefit." Anna Green squinted her eyes and stared at him incredulously. Was she dreaming? What was this man up to?

I say, giving him a fake smile. “Kylie and Christine told me what happened. You do know that’s not true, right? ” Daniel says, and I nod, smiling. “Yeah, now let’s go. “I miss Porsha,” I say, and we go to Daniel and Kylie’s car. Since Daniel needs to be back for football practice he’s just going to bring me with him so I can get my car. I’m going to the Green’s house after too so we all can do homework together.