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.

"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.

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.

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.

Suddenly, Miren's voice transformed into a song about the manipulation of the soul and the destruction of life. "The most gentle and lovely people in the world are responsible for creating the stunning irises that are known as the flowers of death. This intoxicating and alluring aroma is wrapping its arms around your broken heart. Those with feeble and pitiful hearts are looking for support for their unsteady hearts wherever they can find it. The blood that is currently flowing through you is beginning to heat up gradually. The moans of the dying are trying to bring your attention back to the reality of the situation. This harsh reality world no longer has anything that can stop you from mov

Thomas had said: seventh spring, the wall will not be visible. Ernest stopped walking. He looked at the south wall. The roses were at the top of the wall. They had done it. The seventh spring, exactly as Thomas had predicted, and the south wall was no longer visible. The brick was gone. The mortar was gone. The windows that faced south — the windows of the east wing study, the windows of the bedroom, the windows of the guest room — were openings in a wall of roses. The roses had climbed through the fourth spring and the fifth and the sixth, and the seventh had produced the coverage of the entire wall, from the ground to the eaves, from the east corner to the west corner, the red brick transf

Hesitating for a while, she decided to go out for a walk on her own. The Smith Family mansion was always quiet in the afternoon. Walking through the vast empty living room, Flora aimlessly strolled through the garden. The weather was getting hotter, but the flowers and plants in the garden were vibrant with colors. Flora spotted a wallflower in full bloom along the base of the wall. Her steps involuntarily led her towards it. Passing by the pool, she was startled by the sound of water. Looking towards the pool, she discovered a graceful figure swimming in the water. The only women who could swim in the pool were Chiyoko and Mrs. Smith. Considering Mrs. Smith's age, it must be...