Campus Wallflower Series Novels & Stories

While I was searching for someone who could be my friend , I found his picture while scrolling the phone viewing the members of our official group. He was so damn handsome! After that I totally forgot about him as the classes started and I found friends. After they re-opened the college , I developed a crush on him. The way he's robotic , attracted me towards him. Being a huge fan of online stories , I always loved men who are robotic because of their past and how their feelings change after the entry of female protagonist. I love those types of steamy stories. When I found , it's because of his past my attraction towards him grew into a crush.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

He will dry that witch's blood and savor every drop of it to compensate for what she did to him. Meanwhile, inside the elegant room, Celestine suddenly opens her eyes. Her eyes widely opened when she realized that she was not inside her room. Then a flashback of what happened before she passed out entered her mind. A vampire shows up in front of her. A vampire manages to get in their house despite that they have big dogs as their guards so they will know once there is someone inside their yard.

Behind them, Joseph cleared his throat awkwardly and turned away, his expression a mix of discomfort and resignation. Justin, holding Joseph up, let out a low whistle. “Well, that’s one way to prepare for a fight,” he quipped. Mira pulled back, her cheeks flushed, but her determination rekindled. “Let’s get out of here,” she said firmly, gripping Luke’s arm. The university campus stretched out before them like a maze, with abandoned buildings, overturned benches, and scattered debris littering the once-lively grounds. The infected students weren’t far behind, their guttural groans growing louder with each passing second.

"He names quickly and revises. He says *flor* and then he looks at the flor and then he says *flor* again when he understands it better. The naming is his way of starting to look. He is not skipping the looking — he is doing it out loud." Clara is quiet for a moment. Then: "He's narrating his attention." "Yes," Valentina says. "That is exactly right." "And Noa is recording hers." "Yes." "Both valid," Clara says, with the tone of someone confirming a hypothesis. "Both necessary," Valentina says. "The narrator needs the recorder. The recorder needs the narrator. Together they don't miss anything." Clara writes this in the developmental notebook — the third one, she started the second in Januar

Running inside as she looked around the once old room filled with spider webs now cleaned up and shining. "This can't be a storeroom. It's too good to be one." Flower said as she covered her wide open mouth with her hands as looked around the room freaking out a little with excitement coursing through her veins. I smiled looking at her just being her cute self without wearing a fake mask over her soul. "Do you like it?" "I love it. Thank you so much, Daniel." She said as she ran into my arms hugging me real tight. And, I'd be lying if I didn't say this but this was one if the best moments in my life.

The plants became denser as he walked more until it opened up to something more beautiful. Gavin has not seen anything this beautiful in his life, except maybe the first time he saw Ainar’s wolf, but that’s a different conversation. There are so many flowers everywhere, even more than he already passed by. He slowly entered the area, eyes stuck on the purple flowers hanging all around. The sight of the flowers reminded him of the one Andrea talked about. Is this it? Was she pertaining to this? They are making some of sort of an arch, beautiful and breathtaking. Below it is a lone big stone, filled with more flowers, now in different kinds, they’re wilting, scattered below the stone, but it d

he offered. I just stood there, frozen. However, we never clashed, so why was he talking about making peace? Five years back, my freshman year at college was just like any other new start: I would loudly claim Liliana Garcia as mine. Liliana, my betrothed, was my heart's raging fire. As the Lloyd family's heir, I was born with a silver spoon and a fierce pride that could not stand the sight of any guy eyeing her. Walter was one of those guys.

Not in a way that felt invasive. But in the way flowers know where the sun is. Zoe texted me nearly every night. Zoe: Still reeling from your glow-up. Also your life. Also your rooftop view. How’s it feel to be living in a P*******t board? Me: Exhausting. Amazing. Unreal. All three at once. Zoe: Come home soon for ramen night. Lucas keeps pretending he doesn’t miss you, but he keeps sighing dramatically when your name comes up.

She spoke softly but cautiously. He swallowed, sweating palms. "Hey." There was a silence. "Can we talk?" She regarded him for a moment, lips slightly parted, as if attempting to discover on his face the solution to a question she hadn't asked. Then she stepped aside. "Come in." The room had the scent of citrus and something flowered, airy and delicate. Ethan came slowly after her, scanning the area he'd only ever imagined behind the wall. It was toasty. It was intimate. There were throw blankets thrown across the couch, two or three of picture frames upon a shelf, a coffee cup with lipstick kiss around the outside and next to a half-acted-through novel on the surface.