Campus Wallflower Series Novels & Stories

“Hi, I’m Flora Chandler. I’m a sophomore student at Solaria State University. Can I have your number?” She had an innocent and beautiful face paired with long black hair that was allowed to fall freely. Her curvaceous body was gift-wrapped in the latest spring designer clothes, which suggested that she was from a relatively well-off family. Jackson stared back at her coldly and replied, “No.” “Is it because of her? Is she your girlfriend?” asked Flora as she casually pointed at Serenity, who was standing next to him. Jackson narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous aura immediately began to overflow. Even Flora started to tremble in fear, but that only invoked her desire for conquest even more.

I'll never get rid of this," I crumpled the photo into a ball. The door of the room opens abruptly and Flavia appears from outside. -Amara! I'm glad you're back -she hugs me, it was a quick hug because she looked in a hurry- You don't know what's going on down there. -What's going on? -I got scared. -Come -she takes my hand and makes me leave the room. -What's wrong, Flavia? -I asked her when we went downstairs. -You'll see," she says, leading us to the cafeteria. There was a crowd of students looking at something. They were also taking pictures of something on the wall. -When I came to get something to eat I looked at that, Amara, I'm so sorry. I moved a little closer to the crowd of people

49 — The Woman in the Garden The gates stood open. That was the first thing Bea hated. Not the walls. Not the cameras. Not the careful landscaping. The gates. Open. Inviting. As though there was nothing to hide. As though people came here because they wanted to. The campus sat beyond them in the late afternoon sunlight, all soft brick walkways and flowering trees and benches arranged beneath carefully cultivated shade. It looked less like an institution than a university. Or a retreat.

Romy is back at the camp. Romy Wolf was at the camp's Farm. There were fields all around, bordered only by the thick forests in the distance. All around you deer and goats gently grazed and ran in the opulent pastures, and touring around most fields ran an old cobblestone road. The road eventually reached an immense farmhouse covered in the plant called wallflowers which are Erysimums which are a genus of flowering plants in the cabbage family, Brassicaceae. It includes more than 150 species, both popular garden plants, and many wild forms.

Large windows let in streams of natural light, illuminating the vibrant artwork that adorned the walls. As they walked, Flora found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on Cyprus’s words. Her mind was preoccupied with maintaining a safe distance between them, her body tense with unease. She could feel his presence beside her, always a step too close, his gaze lingering on her longer than she liked. Flora’s face remained impassive and stern, a mask of cool professionalism that barely concealed her displeasure. She wasn’t about to let Cyprus see her discomfort.

• She listened the way she always did, without rushing to fix anything, letting the silence hold space for whatever came next instead of filling it too quickly. “Is that where the Ice Wall started? Before the panic attack, I mean. Before any of what you’ve told me about college.” I sat with that question longer than I expected to need. “Maybe. I think the panic attack was the moment it became visible to everyone else. But the wall itself — I think that started a lot earlier than anyone realized. Including me.” “Thank you for telling me that. All of it.” She reached for my hand. “You don’t have to perform for me, Sky. Not now, not ever. I need you to actually believe that, not just hear it.”

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?"

Before we went for our college entrance exam, Flora Reid snuck a mini walkie-talkie into Theo Anderson’s bag. In the past, I had quickly rushed over to warn Theo about it. I reported it to the teachers too. Flora was banned from the examinations due to suspected cheating, and she was brought to the police station. Theo was very grateful toward me for saving him. Hence, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought the feeling had been mutual. On the day we filled out our college applications, he switched my Ivy League college to a regular community college. “You ruined Flora’s life, so I’m ruining your future. Do you really think you deserve to go to an Ivy League? “You should spe

We are just smiling sweetly from each other. When we faced the people, we only saw their happy faces. Now that I'm facing them, who they see is Mrs. Amethyst Ashe Martinez-Flair. Wife of Aivan Warren Flair or better known as Isaac Wesley of the band Love In Lust. --- We are at the wedding reception while Aivan is slow dancing me with the song A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. My head was just resting on his chest while he danced me sweetly. "You know what," he suddenly said.

Ariande scoffed. "Watch your words, Ariande. Wall have ears." John warned. "Here's your room." "Thanks." She appreciated and entered inside. Xander watched Ariande in his computer. She didn't know that CCTV camera had been installed in every corner of the mansion. He heard her conversation with John. How dare she say such about him. He vowed to make her stay unbearable. He picked up the telephone and called her room line. "I want you in my room now!" He ordered.