Novelas y relatos de Campus Queen

I chuckled. “You're a true omega Luna” she whisper to me. "I'm not an omega," I reminded her, laughing softly. "No," she agreed. "But you fought for them like you were one of them, you fought for all of us." She squeezed me a little tighter. "That makes you their queen whether you like it or not." I felt that settle into me warmly. "Thank you," I said. "For all of it, for being my friend through every single thing." She didn't say anything, just squeezed me tighter, after a moment I turned to look at her properly.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

"Eli! Wait up!" I turned to see Petra jogging toward me. She was one of the few people I’d met during orientation who didn't make me want to roll my eyes, and she was a theater major with bright purple streaks in her hair and a personality that was way too bubbly for nine in the morning. "Did you actually just do that?" she asked, catching her breath as she reached me. "Do what?" I asked, starting to walk toward the dining hall. "You sat in Cain Calloway’s chair, Eli. People have seriously been kicked out of the program for less. Okay, that’s a lie, but still. You basically told the king of the school to kick rocks. Do you even know who they are?"

“And I’ll spend it again if that is what it takes to keep my movements from becoming another privilege you grant.” She left before he could turn the exchange into another discussion. The taxi fare mattered, but she would not let the residence become her only route to the outside world. At Ravenwood, students crossed the courtyard in hurried groups, carrying coffee, folders and laptops. The ordinary noise steadied her. Here, people came and went without asking Marcel’s permission. She checked the lecture-room notice, took her place, and opened her notebook. She concentrated on the lecture and took careful notes. Her scholarship and coursework still mattered, regardless of Marcel’s rules.

"It's that time of night, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The votes are in, and it’s time to crown the King and Queen of this year's Masquerade Ball!” Applause rolled through the ballroom. "Our queen this year," the MC said, tearing open a gold envelope with great ceremony, "a Blackthorne cheer captain, a senior, a woman who runs half this campus and the other half is afraid of her. Serena Ashford!" The room erupted again into loud whistles and applause.

I was Windsor’s most untouchable heiress. The chairman of the university board was my grandfather. The student council president was my fiancé. The basketball team captain and the top student in our major were my childhood friends. Everyone said that if I wanted something at Windsor, I could have it. After taking a year off from college because of illness, I returned to campus. The moment I stepped through the gates, lines of comments suddenly appeared in front of me. [The spoiled heiress is back! She still doesn't know that all three male leads have fallen for the new transfer student.] [Jessica may be poor, but she's stubborn and kind. Watching her refuse financial help and insist on worki

he tells me. Meghan is the out going beauty queen of the campus and so many girls die to be her friends. The little I have heard about is that she gets any guy that she feels like she wants and that she has a connection to the president of the country. That is so funny since she uses that to get to any one including bullying any one. "Do you mind going with me.?" I ask him. "Not at all" he says. "But we are two " I tell him to make him ware .

I told her and she walked in to sit on the couch. "Mhmm. You did great, you know that? It's actually a hot issue on the campus today. The Clybrone heiress. Could you imagine that? She was so fucking rich, well... You are, too. But, she works as a waitress at diners and restaurants, and supermarkets before. Damn! She is a queen." She chatted and I giggled as I went to sit with her in the living room. "Well, not to mention, she's my tutor. Queen, indeed." I replied and we turned our heads to the newcomer.

Halfway there, I unexpectedly heard faint bickering of two students not too far from where I am. “No! I can’t afford to lose you, babe.” An agonizing voice that certainly belongs to someone I knew. She’s Allaine Bracken, the University's queen bee. She got the looks and vogue that you would die to have. Many envied her beauty, but her attitude is as stinky as a rotten junk. Mind you, she's the most annoying person I've ever met. “We must put an end to this shit. After all, I was only forced by my parents to put up with you for some damn reasons. I already have a girlfriend and I don’t want you to meddle with us.” Kalex replied, the campus king slash the jock.

Beatrice was a girl that Queen counts as a rival to her in the school, they never got along and they were both queens in their various classes. "Imagine that Beatrice doesn't even get any post, I will share testimony in chapel" Queen said. 'Imagine that you don't get the head girl post, a lot of people will share testimonies in chapel' I thought. "Queen Ogar, Social Prefect" Mr Ibrahim announced. The atmosphere suddenly stood still, Queen herself didn't budge. We all wanted him to repeat himself. "Ogar Queen? Is she on the assembly today?" He asked looking critically. Rumors arose.