Campus Wallflower Series Novels & Stories

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.

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...

“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.

Arthur added. For a few seconds, they stood before a grand mansion. The mansion was painted in shades of blue and white, its vastness reminiscent of a royal residence. A fountain graced the entrance, surrounded by a lush garden with a paved walkway in the center. The garden boasted an array of flowers—roses, lilies, sunflowers, and tulips—filling the air with a captivating fragrance. The property seemed highly secured, with CCTV cameras visible everywhere and a face recognition system at the gate. It was not easily accessible.

Sky Wilson is the NHL’s unbreakable “Ice Wall”—the goalie who never cracks, never fails, and never lets anyone see behind the mask. Until a public panic attack during a championship game shatters his reputation and puts his starting position at risk. Forced into mandatory therapy with the team’s brilliant new sports psychologist, Dr. Amira Frank, Sky expects another person trying to fix him. He doesn’t expect the only woman who sees the man behind the Wall… and refuses to look away. As the playoffs approach and someone inside the organization leaks his private struggles, Sky must decide how much he’s willing to risk to save his career—and whether the one person who can help him is the on

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?"

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