Campus Possessive Novels & Stories

Alex ,Promise ",She potted cutely . I slowly nodded my head not knowing what to say . She passed me her laptop ,I immediately took it from her to see what it was .I was an acceptance letter from Harvard .wait what !! I gave her a confused look , "Ok ,let me explain it to you .I was going trough my laptop and I saw the advertisement for Harvard's masters program and I thought it would be a great idea to apply for it ,as I anyways wanted to finish my masters in literature and this would be a great opportunity .So I had applied for it and was working on my interview and everything and I got in "

Calla's breath hitched, and instinctively, she moved backwards. "One thing you seem to be forgetting is that I paid for you," he started. His steps were not rushed, he took his sweet time to torture her with the suspense. "That means, I own every fucking thing about you. Your body—literally and figuratively—your time, your breath, your mind. Every damn part of you that moves or thinks, it’s mine,” he declared, finally catching up to her. "At least for a year." Her lips fell apart, her feet still unconsciously moving back. "I just..." she trailed off.

Tora asked. "Of course, he knew me. We have rules at the dorm, and one of them is he's not allowed to tell others what our dorm number is and who's with us." said Haya. "Oh really, you have rules? It's okay, at least he won't take advantage of you. " said Tora. "Hmp, just try it, she can feel a strong kick from me." Haya was afraid. "Hahaha, that's my girl!" smiling Tora said immediately tapping Haya on the shoulder.

Clearly, nobody talked to people like him this way, and I could tell by the way his jaw tightened that he was totally not used to hearing the word 'no'. "Are you new here?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave, which was intense. "Does it matter?" I countered. "I'm a student. I pay tuition—well, the school pays it for me, but whatever, the point stands. This is just a chair in a classroom. Prove it’s yours or go find another one. There's a stool over there by the window."

It was a fancy French restaurant. "Only if you spend at least $300." That day I went to see Overhill College, a tiny college located on the southern edge of Walkville. "You didn't have to take the time to personally give me a tour, President Dudley," I told the head of the college. He smiled. "The Wallace Trust owns our campus and every building on it, Ms Wallace. That makes you our landlord, so I think this is a very productive use of my time." I returned his smile. "My mother is an Overhill grad, so I'm going to support the college regardless."

"That number is of a counselor with whom you can talk and she'll help you choose the course of your choice and a college which will be the best for you." "College?" My voice cracks as I process this information. "You didn't expect me to let you stay in my house without doing anything significant?" Malice coats his words. "I'm sure you've been used to that all your life but not anymore." Something small cracks inside me as he says that. All my life I've been used to doing nothing significant? I've never been an excellent judge of character but it wouldn't take a fool to know he's ruthless, calculative and god-damned callous.

My brother is holding my arm tight too and walking towards me. The darkness grows bigger and larger. My vision is blurry now. I can't hear the others shouting anymore. Only the dark figures. They're surrounding me, making me smaller and smaller, until I'm completely surrounded by darkness. Darkness is engulfing every bit of me. Darkness is consuming my entire existence. I can't breathe...I can't breathe...