Campus Novels Novels & Stories

"You're hiding something, and I respect that. I also hope it's murder. I like murder. Keeps things spicy." Noah raised an eyebrow. "You always talk like that?" "Only when I like someone. When I don't, I'm worse." A pause. The radiator groaned. "I sat near the back," Noah offered, as if that explained everything. Emrys nodded. "Where the ghosts sit." Noah tilted his head. "Campus has ghosts," Emrys said matter-of-factly. "Not real ones. Well — maybe. But the other kind. People who show up, hover, vanish. Always a story. Always something weird behind the eyes."

The position was mortifying, but it allowed him to enter way deeper than he previously could. "God, Max… It's so deep… I can't anymore…" "You'll be fine, Sophie. You're a horny little one, remember?" As Max spoke, he placed me by the windows. Beyond the sheer white curtains, I could see silhouettes of students moving back and forth outside. My senses had been turned up all at once. "We're gonna be seen… M-Max…" My large breasts were pinned against the glass. Max told me to hold onto the railing while he let out a teasing chuckle. "I thought you loved being seen, Sophie. Let everyone see the campus belle in her unkept state. What do you say?"

The girl with long hair requests. I nod saying, “Sure.” She pulls her phone from her skirt and moves over towards me. They all count together from three and I almost laugh because it was too cute. I make a straight face as one of them clicks on the camera. They say in unison, “Thank you, Adam.” Then they leave discussing over the picture we have. After that, I just keep walking toward the back of the campus where the abandoned room is. I turn to the little concern before I slip myself inside the building. Nobody goes to this area because it's kinda dark but I like it and I really need some sleep.

I didn't know how anyone was supposed to put up with it. On top of that, the campus was full of energetic, good-looking young people. Most of the female students were only around 18. They dressed lightly in the warm weather—low-cut shirts and shorts. Their youthful skin was enticing to look at. All of that only made my already restless mind feel even more on edge. My thoughts took me to inappropriate scenarios, like fooling around with female students. Sometimes, when I passed by the grove, where couples liked to gather, and heard soft moans drifting through the trees, I felt an uneasy pull in my core.

A few weeks later, after all the paperwork and procedures had been taken care of, Gavriel entered the Anindira campus as a first-year student. Ricco's departure from campus caused an uproar at the school. The women who wanted to feel like Ricco's woman, even if it was only for a week, were disappointed because they did not get a seat. With Gavriel entering school, Gavin and Anindira let out a long sigh. All the excitement that had just died down after Ricco left campus, was back to life. A campus is a place where teenagers who are still unstable are looking for an identity.

Campus also had opinions. The Thornfield gossip machine ran on coffee and cruelty, and Rhys Maddox walking across the quad with his arm around Naomi Ellis was premium fuel. By Monday morning, it was everywhere – group chats, I*******m stories, a thread on the anonymous campus confessions page that had three hundred comments before lunch.

Vines, like nature's artwork, adorned the walls, adding a touch of wild beauty to the historical charm. An intoxicating mix of excitement and anxiety bubbled within my chest as I surveyed the campus, my heart quickening at the thought of what awaited me here. Having just transferred from another college, this was more than a simple change of scenery for me. Financial struggles had forced my father and me to pack up and move to a new city in pursuit of a more affordable life.

Eli I was starting to think the library was the only place on this entire campus that didn't feel like a movie set. Nobody was trying to sell me on a Greek life party or looking at my worn-out backpack like it was a total biohazard. I had a stack of research papers for my sociology seminar spread out in front of me and I was deep into a chapter on social stratification (which was ironic, considering where I was) when the chair next to me pulled back.

CHAPTER 68 WHEN THINGS DON’T SIT RIGHT NOAH Sometimes when the world feels like you're the perfect scale to rest it's weight, just take a walk. Like I'm doing right now. The campus looked the same as it has always been. The Same brick paths, same benches, same stupid flyers taped to poles that nobody ever read. But nothing felt the same. I wish it was easy like when we were freshmen. Nobody tells you it gets worse as you stay longer.

My university had a whole floor dedicated to creatures like Craig and I. Maybe that should have been the first indicator when I got here. But then again whose first thought would be ‘oh yeah they have books on witches and werewolves so they must exist’. I had a steamy romance novel filled with unruly and graphic scenes but did it mean that I was living that life? No. And it wasn’t for lack of wanting, if I was being honest.