Campus Beauty Novels & Stories

I have far too much studying to do to worry about all those hot guys Elaine said would be here. I giggle at the thought. She’s so silly. I miss her already. Eventually, we reach the campus, and it’s breathtaking. The university covers the entire top of a large hill in the center of town, its sturdy stone buildings rising high against the blue late summer sky. The architecture is from the early Green Mountain period, so the tallest buildings feature smooth stone columns across their entryways and intricately carved wolf motifs at each corner.

"You said you liked matcha yesterday, so I ran three blocks to get this." "This bagel shop is the best in New York, you have to try it." The Columbia campus was even more beautiful than I'd imagined. Classical architecture, green lawns, students with backpacks everywhere. The sunlight filtering through the sycamore leaves on the stone paths—everything was so peaceful and quiet. Sometimes, I would sit in on a professor's lecture. The moment I walked into the lecture hall, all eyes would turn to me. I wore a simple white blouse and a long black skirt, my hair in a low bun.

To swap them out, I needed to buy tampons, going to the supermart to look for tampons is super suspicious though. I doubt the on-campus supermart would even have tampons because we don’t even have female teachers—but I heard that very soon we would have female teachers. “I guess, I just have to stick to what I have for now.” I sighed deeply. I heard a sound, like footsteps, and the thud of a closing door—was it a cleaner? What the hell is a cleaner doing here by this time of the night? I felt my heart stopped in my chest, as I quickly put on my clothes, my heart slammed against my chest, my hands trembling as I buttoned my clothes.

Maybe he genuinely would watch after me. Or maybe this was a trap. Regardless, I dump my ceviche and start across campus. My phone tells me it’s a ten minute walk meaning I’ll show up right on time if I don’t get lost. The campus is gorgeous, I’ll give it that. The greenery is in full bloom at this point of year. Large willows arch and hug the pathways that weave through the buildings. The halls and dorms look like gothic castles, dark stone with looming black gargoyles hanging over the eaves of the roofs.

The administrative office had somehow managed to lose her paperwork twice, leaving her to navigate the sprawling campus with nothing but a hastily scribbled room number and the weight of her overpacked duffel bag cutting into her shoulder. "Room 307," she mutters, copper-red braid swinging as she climbs the stairs. The suppressants she'd doubled up on this morning are already wearing thin, her skin prickling with unwelcome heat. Of all the days for her Omega biology to assert itself, the first day of college seems cruelly poetic. The scent hits her before she even reaches the third floor—rich, dark, intoxicating. Alpha. Not just any Alpha, but one whose pheromones seem specifically calibrate

Holding onto the railing, we sped off down the driveway towards the main campus. After about fifteen minutes, the campus came into sight. I truly don't think either one of us was prepared to see how enormous or how beautiful this place truly was. “It is magnificent, isn't it?” Alpha Leon muttered with a touch of pride in his voice. Outstretched before us were at least twenty to thirty brick buildings, an amphitheater carved into the onyx-colored mountainside, and fountains and their surroundings still covered in crisp white drifts of snow, but what really stood out were the hundreds of students milling about, laughing and enjoying their day.

Harlan asked, evidently a bit unsure. "Yes." Calla nodded and then said, "I need to trouble you with something. Do you have time to take a walk with me?" Outside the classroom were the campus grounds, renowned for its picturesque gardens. This was thanks to its prestigious horticulture department. "Of course." Harlan nodded. Then, Harlan and Calla strolled side by side through the picturesque campus. The elegant, handsome, and erudite professor, with his good sense of humor, was the dream man for many female college students.

My name is Carmen Smith, and I had just started my freshman year in university. With my innocent face and standout curves, I was voted as campus beauty. But lately, a rumor had been spreading. It claimed I was easy, always hanging out with a bunch of bald old men. The details made it sound almost real. I couldn't explain myself, and I didn't even dare go to compulsory physical education classes anymore. That was because too many boys would circle me, staring and calling me Milk Bags.

She quickly combed her weavon too with caution. This Lizzy of girl isn't that beautiful but she certainly has her fashion sense to add to it. They all looked extremely beautiful...... Breathtaking.... I was just smiling that I didn't even realize I had opened my mouth and I was talking. "You guys........ Can I take a picture? You guys look........ Very hot" I said.

So we proceeded to the other restroom. Once we were all done with all the girl's restrooms, we decided to rest at the nearby bench we walked past. Since classes had ended an hour ago, there were many students roaming around the campus. Although I like the view of the Amaranthine Institute better than here, I couldn't deny the fact that this place is also aesthetically pleasing. But not much like ours.