บททั้งหมดของ CHAOS COLLEGE : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The autumn sun cut through the tall windows of Ravenwood University’s grand lecture hall, casting golden streaks across polished wooden floors. Students shuffled in, notebooks clutched like shields, eyes darting to avoid unwanted attention. For some, today was the start of a new chapter in life; for others, it was the start of chaos. Lila Harper tightened the straps of her leather backpack and took a deep breath. New city. New school. New rules—or at least, she hoped. Her mom’s endless pep talks about “making friends” still echoed in her head, but Lila knew one truth: Ravenwood wasn’t just another college. It was an ecosystem of power, status, and secrets. And she had just stepped into the middle of it. As she navigated through clusters of chattering freshmen, she felt the unmistakable tension that comes with being an outsider. Then she saw him. Cade Mercer leaned casually against the side of the hall, his dark hair tousled perfectly as if he’d just walked out of a music video. He

The air on campus was electric. Ravenwood University wasn’t just preparing for a welcome party anymore—it was gearing up for its first official college prom, an event notorious for glamour, jealousy, and disaster in equal measure.Lila Harper stared at her reflection in the dorm mirror, adjusting the straps of her crimson dress. Her roommate, Harper—ever the social strategist—hovered behind her, fussing over hair and makeup.“You have to make an entrance,” Harper insisted. “Ravenwood isn’t forgiving. Tonight, everyone sees you. Everyone judges you. And tonight, Cade Mercer… well, he’s watching more than just the dance floor.”Lila sighed. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all that.”Harper smirked. “You don’t have a choice. Survival isn’t optional here.”As they descended to the main hall, the scene took Lila’s breath away. Crystal chandeliers reflected a thousand tiny sparks of light, the scent of perfume and cologne mingled with champagne, and the chatter of students buzzed like electr

The morning sun cut through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across Lila’s dorm room. She stirred awake with a pounding headache, heart still racing from the previous night’s chaos. Harper was already up, pacing and muttering under her breath, the mysterious envelope clutched tightly in her hand.“You didn’t sleep much either,” Harper said, tossing the photo on the bed. Lila recoiled. The image showed her and Harper asleep during their sleepover, eyes closed, unaware—and clearly vulnerable.“Who…?” Lila’s voice trailed off. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Someone had been inside their private space. Someone had been watching them.Harper’s lips pressed together. “That’s exactly what I asked myself. And the worst part? Whoever did this knows everything about us. Our schedules. Our routines. Every little detail. This isn’t just stalking—it’s strategy.”Lila swallowed hard. “Do you think it’s Mara?”Harper shook her head. “Mara’s bold, yes, but she’s not subtle. Whoever

The library doors slammed shut with a deafening echo that sent a tremor through Lila’s chest. Her fingers trembled as she stared at Harper—the same girl who had once stayed up all night sharing secrets and laughing over coffee—now standing in front of her with a flash drive and a face cold as stone.“I trusted you,” Lila whispered, her voice breaking. “After everything—after the messages, the threats—you were helping them?”Harper’s smirk was soft but cruel. “You still don’t get it, do you? I wasn’t helping them, Lila. I am them.”Mara chuckled from behind the shelves, her heels clicking slowly as she stepped forward. “Told you the new girl would catch on eventually,” she said, brushing invisible dust from her blazer. “Though I’ll admit, she lasted longer than most.”Cade’s voice cut through the tension. “Enough, Mara.”Lila turned—he was standing in the dim glow near the entrance, jaw clenched, eyes burning. The air around him felt electric, dangerous.“Stay out of this, Mercer,” Mar

The night air was razor-sharp, slicing through the thick silence as Lila stared at the photo on her screen. Her hands shook so violently she almost dropped the phone.Her sister’s face—familiar, haunting, impossible—stared back at her from the grainy image. Same dark eyes. Same half-smile. Same scar near her collarbone, the one they’d both gotten when they were kids.“No…” Lila whispered. “That’s not—she can’t be—”The world tilted. Her vision blurred. She sank onto the nearest bench, clutching her phone like it might explain the madness unraveling around her.Her sister, Riley Harper. The one who vanished two years ago.The one everyone said was dead.A twig snapped behind her.Lila’s head jerked up. The courtyard was empty—at least, it looked that way. The lamps flickered, throwing long shadows over the stone path. Then—footsteps. Slow, deliberate.“Lila.”The voice froze her blood.Soft, low, achingly familiar.She turned.There, stepping from the darkness, was Riley.Her hair was