Education Stories

This is a story about a young girl named Maggie who was orphaned and is sent to Pembroke Lakes Academy where she doesn't fit in initially and has a hard time adjusting until she meets an ABDL caregiver, Maya. Maya decides to nurse the kid back to good health and as time goes on, Maya raises and mentors her and eventually Maggie bonds with her caregiver. How far will this relationship go and how will they make their way through life? This story is based on the tragedy of Adriana Colon Jr and I dedicate this to her and all the orphans in the world.

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This is a FanFic of Fundamental Paper Education made by "Kaaatie". She stopped creating it due to the constant death threats, doxxing, content farming, and the sexualization of her own characters. But she has made her return to the Internet. So, in my happiness, I created this Fan Fiction. No Sexualization. No Sexual Jokes. I just want it to be two people... two people who had life eating them from the inside out (Just like how Kaatie and all the other kids tried to show their dreams to the world, but were shunned from doing so by the world). And slowly they grow from each other... and soon they see that, maybe... just maybe that they could try... just one more time. I'm not the best when it comes to stuff like romance or anything like this. Hell, this is the first time I'm doing something like this, so... PLEASE, BE PATIENT WITH ME HERE! But, I want this to physically focus on Romance... not all the others that focus on sexual stuff to get your attention- no, just raw... love. The story mainly focuses on Mr. Balin (the Main Character) and Miss Circle. I would also state that it may take a long time before you'll be able to see Miss Circle, so if you want, in Chapter 3, that's when you'll see her, but you'll lose Lore if you do skip to Chapter 3. However, as I mentioned earlier, I would like it to focus on what it should look like. It'll be a slow burn for the first 5 or 6 chapters. Who knows, but it will pick up pace after some events happen. I'll also try to keep the lore in FPE the same, even though there's little to no lore on it, I think. Another thing to mention is that Miss Circle and Balin won't have their own alone time until chapter 8, so there's that. Another thing is that I also attend school, so it may take a while to upload and make every chapter. So just bear with me. ANYWAY, ENJOY! ALSO, 400 READERS, OMG THANKS & CHAPTER 7 IS OUT!

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A Curriculum for Generative Thinkers, Foundational Scholars, and Discipline-Originating Minds

The smell of wet earth always made Amina think of the fields where she used to play with Bashir. They had been no more than children when her father agreed she would marry him. She had been ten, he twelve, the son of Alhaji Musa, a man whose word in the village carried more weight than the chief's. The arrangement was not about love; it was about the debt that had chained her father's pride for years. "You will be safe with Bashir," her mother had whispered that night, her voice a mix of reassurance and resignation. Safe. That word would take on strange meanings in the years to come.

Disclaimer: The content is solely for entertainment purposes and it does not aim to offend anyone. This fanfiction does not promote any sensitive topics covered in the content, and does not call for any action. Also, the author is not a professional psychologist and the analysis desired by the characters is not a definitive or correct diagnosis. Well, the author is also not a professional writer, so if some points seem strange and illogical to you, remember who is writing it, and he also uses Google Translate, which is why the misspelling may have grammatical errors or incorrect words. The FPE belongs to Kaatie. The advanced class FPE belongs to Edgy. All OC belongs to both of them, except Denker. He was created by me. Maybe there will be other characters from other universes or my own. "I just want to start over..."

Bookshops are full these days of tales of a rich celebrity who travels across a mysteriously far away country in search of a spiritual awakening, or a historian's speculation of life 300 years ago in an ancient civilization that they can in no way know for sure is true. Whilst these accounts are fascinating, and provide, at times, beautiful insight into the worlds many miles away from where you currently sit, I always find its better to hear it from those who actually live it. To make you that little yellow man on google earth. To show you Our World by those who know it best.....you and me.

this Story revolves around our lives not just the character's but the real issues girls face these days even though the world has moved on become modern developed but some people's mind hasn't developed yet and they never will be so I hope this reaches to every woman who is trapped in a cage and then learn to fly their wings for their dreams not for someone's satisfactory

"Blessed are the Mortai, for the blood they shed purifies the souls of the Moritei. Blessed or the Moritei, for their souls traverse the ethereal of purity and eternity. Blessed be to those who serve in the holy name of Necropolay. Blessed be to those who Moritei in service of Necropolay. The Ether calls, blessed are those who answer." In an Empire devoted to death, there are those who's souls are locked into the physical plane. Never to taste death or dwell within it's cold embrace. Living Saints of the people of Necropolay, they are hailed as shepherds of the Necru people and Harbingers of Death to all others. The rise of an Extimortai is exceptionally rare, but when one appears it is cause for celebration. Though, not for everyone. Here we have a story about Phee, a young girl with dreams of serving her Empire on the blood soaked battlefield till her final breath. However, The Ether appears to have a different path for her to walk.

money,pride and bad parenting destroy a peaceful home. In the untrained child two stubborn siblings ignore education and discipline while their parents fight over values when lives begin to punish their choices, everything changes.

Jade had what most would consider the perfect life. The daughter of a doctor, and a college professor. Raised in an affluent Dallas neighborhood, she grew up surrounded by structure, opportunity, and expectations. Jade was unbothered and focused. The kind of woman people would underestimate because she smiled easily and trusted freely. But at twenty-two, safety started to feel like suffocation. Accepted into a nursing program Jade moved to Houston chasing her dream career and freedom. Believing independence was the final piece to becoming who she was meant to be. Her apartment sat high above the city, with marble countertops, floor-to-ceiling windows, with a skyline view. A quiet luxury that matched the life she was building. Houston already felt familiar. Her best friends were there. Her people, her balance. Dana was the voice of reason, while Brooklyn was the reason plans were never supposed to end early. A girl's night out at an upscale lounge is where she met him. Marcus McKinney. A charming, smooth-talking music producer-manager wrapped in an illusion of ambition, and good looks. Marcus was everything she thought she wanted and slowly revealed himself to be everything she should've run from. What started with flowers, late-night drives, studio vibes, and intoxicating chemistry. Unraveled into manipulation, control, and emotional chaos. Lies blurred into truths. Love blurred into survival. And Jade found herself trapped in a cycle of narcissistic abuse she didn't recognize until it nearly took everything away from her. This is more than a story It's an educational, emotionally raw exploration of narcissistic abuse told through realism, psychology, and lived experience. Gaslighting. Triangulation. Trauma bonds and Red flags we ignore when love feels good. Sometimes love isn't the blessing you prayed for. It's the lesson you needed to learn. ⚠️ This story explores emotional abuse, manipulation, and trauma.

This is the life story of Charles Darwin. The Naturalist that proposed the Theory Of Evolution By Natural Selection.

This article summarises how Rich Dad Poor Dad challenges traditional beliefs about jobs, salaries, and job security. It explains why financial independence comes from acquiring income-generating assets rather than relying solely on earned income. For more information, visit https://www.elearnmarkets.com/school/units/rich-dad-poor-dad

This is a book about the wonderful creatures on our planet. I will be going over their environments, their treatment in zoos, what status they are on the IUCN redlist. I will go over UK legislation (possibly) and their needs and things. I am very opinionated with this, I grew up around animals and I'm disgusted with how the world is prioritizing us over the animals that have no control over what we do. I am also studying an animal based-course so I will do my best to use some scientific wording (and will explain the meaning of it). Because of my education and wanting to go to Uni, I may be a little on and off with posting but, I will be doing my best. Do whatever you can to help others, no matter how small <3 note: None of the images, videos or the cover is mine. Credits to the amazing people who produced them XX

YOU!!! ME!!! WHAT DO WE HAVE IN COMMON?? WE LOVE ZIP!! No smuts in this story, only cutie patootie cuddly and fluff stuff!! (ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO KAAATIE ON YOUTUBE!!! CHECK HER STUFF OUT SHES SO SWAG!!) Cover isnt mine either, watermark displayed on it!!! :3

Opinion: chapter 7 is my favorite for now.. yet I hope you'll enjoy the story a little more with every upcoming chapter. ••• Spoiler alert, chapter 7 "Rima don't." He whispered almost and I could feel his breath touching my skin. Trying to detach myself from his gaze, I took a piece of my headscarf and stuck it in my mouth, pulled off a piece with my teeth and fastened it around his arm. "That's to stop the bleeding, professor." I said and a laugh slipped out of my mouth. "Rima.." it was more than my name that escaped his lips, he said it like he was breathing my name out. I felt a pleasant shiver all over my body. "Stop looking into my soul." I answered and pulled the improvised bandage a little harder. "You're hurting me." I didn't know if he was still talking about his wound.... ••• I must admit, I don't like writing descriptions as I love to dive right away into this story. I love to let my imagination go all over the place, while reading a story. Using the author's descriptions intertwined with my fantasy. So here you go. A story full of love, fears, tears, intellect and a little rebellion. Enjoy, fears of love.

Audrey hale, athlete and actress. born in 2006 Falls for her two bestfriends brother Social media/irl au

No world should be punished by its people.