Schoolstory Stories

Years ago in Class X, he was just her quiet, unspoken crush. Today, he's a groom walking into a trap. ​When an innocent secret turns into a deadly corporate murder plot, she crashes his forced business wedding-not to show her love, but to pull him out of the line of fire. ​As the altar turns into a literal gunfight, the golden boy will finally realize that the girl from his past is the only shield keeping him alive.

Bridge Shienne was seventeen, though there were days he looked much older. He stood slightly taller than most boys his age, his lean frame carrying the quiet discipline of someone who had learned to keep moving no matter what. Music had shaped his posture-a certain calm in the way he stood, a quiet rhythm in the way he moved-while life had taught him the kind of resilience no song ever could. His skin bore the warm brown complexion of a Filipino raised beneath relentless sunlight. Dark hair fell across his forehead in loose, stubborn waves, though one section never quite grew back the same. A pale scar ran diagonally across his left eye, beginning just beneath it and cutting upward toward his temple, crossing through his eyebrow and leaving a small gap where hair refused to return. It wasn't the kind of scar people ignored. Some people noticed. Some asked. Most didn't. His eyes-dark, steady, the color of freshly brewed coffee-held a quiet exhaustion that didn't belong to someone his age. Something older lingered there, unspoken, unhealed. And sometimes, if people paid close enough attention, they would catch him smiling at nothing... frowning at empty spaces... or pausing as though he had heard someone call his name. Bridge never explained those moments. Not because he couldn't. But because some things were easier to live with than to put into words. After all, loneliness never truly been a problem for him. Even in silence, he never felt alone. He only wanted simple things-a quiet home, good music, enough peace to get through another day. Instead, life kept handing him strange coincidences, unexpected friendships, and mysteries that seemed to know his name before he ever learned theirs. And when he smiled-which didn't happen often anymore-he briefly looked like the boy he was supposed to be. A boy who loved to sing. A boy who loved to live. A boy who should have been ordinary. But ordinary had long since stopped belonging to Bridge Shienne.

Ava Brooks has never been to a real school. For years, it's been her and her dad moving from city to city. Homeschooled and isolated, she has no idea how to make friends-only how to pack her bags and leave. When she's thrust into WestHaven High, she's terrified of being invisible. But instead, she rises to the top. She makes friends, gains popularity, and finally feels like she belongs. Then her best friend betrays her. Everything Ava built was part of a plan. A scheme to take down the queen bee. And when the truth comes out, Ava loses it all-including the girl she was becoming. She thought she found her place. But she was just a pawn in someone else's game.

අර හද ගාවම ඉන්න තරුවට වඩා චූට්ටක් අඩුවෙන් මම ආදරෙයි කිව්වොත් තරහා වෙනවද දේව්ත? තනි තරුවකටත් ඊරිසියා හිතවන එක නම් නරක පුරුද්දක් ගෑණු ළමයෝ...

In a small classroom, there were many school items-books, bags, erasers, and pencils. Among them was a small pencil named Piku. Piku was not very big or colorful. Some pencils were shiny, some had cartoons on them. But Piku was simple. One day, the teacher gave a drawing competition. All the students started drawing beautiful pictures. Color pencils, sketch pens, and fancy items were used everywhere. Piku felt a little sad. "I am just a small pencil... how can I make something beautiful?" he thought. But his owner, a small boy named Raju, picked Piku and said, "Don't worry, you are enough." Piku felt happy. Raju started drawing slowly. A house... a tree... a smiling sun. Piku worked hard. Even when his tip became small, he didn't stop. Meanwhile, a shiny pen nearby laughed. "Look at you! You are so small and old. You can't win," it said. Piku stayed silent and continued working. After some time, the drawings were collected. The teacher looked at all of them carefully. Then she smiled and said, "The winner is... Raju!" Everyone was surprised. Raju's drawing was simple-but full of heart. The teacher said, "This drawing shows effort and honesty." Piku felt proud. He was not the most colorful... But he was the most truthful. Moral You don't need to be perfect to do something great. Honesty and effort are enough. Written by: Venkata Ramakrishna

My name is Aisha Aliyu . But in boarding school, I answered to "JSS1!". 🥲❤️‍🔥🥲 The day I arrived at Federal Government Girls' College, I was eleven years old with a metal cup my mom gave me, and a heart full of fear. By nightfall, Senior Blessing AKA Savage had confiscated my provisions, and House Mistress had taught me that "Yes, Senior" was the only prayer that worked. That metal cup became my witness. It held my Lipton with rain water kept on the sun in the mornings when the harmattan was brutal. It held garri with sugar or salt when hunger knocked at 2am. And on the nights I couldn't be strong, it held my tears. Because in Dorm 4, you learn to cry quietly. No evidence, abeg. JSS1 to SS3 is a journey nobody prepares you for. From scrubbing seniors' buckets to becoming the senior everyone feared. From homesick letters to sneaking out after lights out. They said boarding school would make me a woman. What they didn't say was that I'd have to break first. Shatter. Then gather the pieces myself. I'm still standing. My cup is dented, but it doesn't leak. This is my story. My bunk. My scars. If you've ever hidden tears in a metal cup, then you already know. Are you ready to walk the halls of Dorm 4, join me on this journey of survival and reclaim your own story ... Read ..❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Tears in My Metal Cup. The real boarding school story. Updates every Sunday by 8pm WAT and 9pm every monWAT

A new school, A window seat. and a feeling I never expected to develop. Sometimes all it takes is one glance through a window to change an ordinary school day.

Ronny was just the help. Mellisa was the boss's daughter._ _Ronny loved Melissa in silence. Every morning he opened her gate. Every night he told the moon about her. His love was a silent service._ _When her wealthy fiancé Steve abandoned her during kidney failure, only the worker remained._ _Ronny gave her his kidney. Then he vanished._ _Melissa survived. But her tears came too late._ _Now she carries a part of him inside her. Forever._ --- _SILENT SERVICE_ _A Kenyan tragic romance about love that doesn't shout._ _It gives. It stays silent. It serves._ _By Elvis Bwire | From Eldoret, Kenya_ 🇰🇪 *⚠️ WARNING: This story will break you. Read at your own emotional risk.* --- *TAGS TO ADD - COPY THESE TOO:* 'kenya #romance #tragic #silentlove #sacrifice #africanstories #eldoret #painful #kidney #unrequitedlove #elvisbwire #melissa #ronny #booktok #sadbooks #slowburn' *HOOK FOR CHAPTER 1:* When you create "New Part", use this as the first line of Chapter 1: > _"The day Melissa Kamau came home, Ronny made her ginger tea. The day she died, he gave her his kidney."_

Ayaan is just an ordinary eleventh-grader. Late to school, lazy in class, surviving on Ishika's homemade parathas and her daily scoldings. His world is simple: football matches, homework he never finishes, and stolen moments under the banyan tree with the girl who keeps him alive. But Ayaan wasn't always human. Once, he was the king of Angels and Devils-a being who commanded the elements, whose wings spanned darkness and light. But that life ended in blood, fire, and a golden light that melted in his arms. A memory he can never escape. When a mysterious new student, Anaya Roy, walks into his class, Ayaan's carefully built normalcy begins to crumble. Falling at her feet on the first day is just the start of something far bigger-a collision between two worlds he thought he had left behind. His past is awakening. Ancient powers are stirring. And the sword that killed him once... is looking for him again. Now Ayaan must choose: embrace the king he was, or fight for the human he has become. But some wars... you cannot run from.

It starts in a place you might find familiar- not a glamorous school, not a perfect world... Just a normal Indian school. Where friendships felt like forever, rivalries burned quietly, and love... arrived when no one was ready for it. Inspired by reality... but told in my own words. Come closer. Step into my world. Let's begin this journey together- with me, your storyteller... Krivya.

Aisyah adalah satu satu siswa Sekolah Dasar yang hidup dalam keluarga marginal dan kekurangan. Meskipun begitu, ia tidak pernah putus asa untuk merenda mimpi-mimpinya yang terinspirasi oleh Wali Kelasnya.

Tasnubha fell in love with Mridula at first sight. But destiny kept them apart. She waited... After one year she saw Mridula as her classmate. After another year Mridula also fell for her. And fate brought them together to love eachother...

This is a school story that me and my friend made Im just showing this cringe ass story.

He was the one whom she used to hate to the core. . . . . But After 2 years, . . . . She falls in love with him, . . . But, . . . He says,"I love you'....' will you be my girlfriend"?Avni was all numb standing there in shock! . . . "No Neil, now you will never ever able to see me! I will never come in your life, Never. Yes! Neil Khanna, I love you, Aabh ye akhari baar hai hum mil rahe hai iske baad I will never ever meet you Neil! But, but I will always love you."And she walks awayyyy................... . . . 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙔 𝙃𝘼𝙎 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈. . . . What will happen when they will meet again after 7 long years? . . Wanna know more? . . Peep inside for "Prologue" . . . . . cover by - ad_aditirathore

Lucas Yang starts high school in a new town. Without any friends from home to miss, he's not bothered by the change. That is until he makes friends with the "class bully", and meets his childhood crush Adrienne, who's in the class next door. Slowly, his quiet, lonely days are filled with cheerful laughter, sweet memories, and... hot guys? This story's plot is in development and will most likely change

Hi! I'm RoboPen and a beginner writer. I've written this story on paper before but wanted to re-write it. So, yeah. POKEMON!!! Also, Kudos to you, Soul_Ink for making the AMAZING Cover. :D

first story!! (COVER WILL BE CHANGED ONCE DECIDED!!)

*cover made by obscura opulena* dedicated to my bff Samantha Castellano she do not use Wattpad but she my best friend from school.

Attention! This contains slight sexual themes, mild cursing and a good amount of polygamy. Duel Monsters, the card game which has taken over the Earth over the past couple of years is reaching new heights in popularity. With tournaments happening daily around the world and awards usually being over a couple of million dollars, the game has prompted the renowned company Industrial Illusions to begin opening universities around the world in order to teach students how to be the best. The Sky Dragon Academy, The Institute of the Tormentor and the University of the Winged God are considered the three top Duel Monsters-inspired educational institutions; Getting into either one of the three was close to impossible with more than 30 people attempting to get a single spot. What's even scarier is that only 20% of the students that get in actually manage to graduate and proceed to becoming world renowned Duelists. So, do you think you've got what it takes? (Includes pretty much all male characters from YuGiOh)