Campus Wallflower Series Novels & Stories

You looks so pretty like that. More blushing over here. Before I could reply though,he texted again. Alexander: Sorry love, but apparently my attention is needed...time for me to listen to boring finance talk all over again. Me: *gasp* finance is so not boring!!! Take that back!!! Alexander: Nope, not until you can prove that. He added laughing emojis and I smiled. Me: Challenge accepted! Now pay attention while I do same. Bye Alexander. Alexander: Bye pretty Flower. I put my phone back in my bag and focused on the lecturer, quickly getting back on track and soon passing through all three hours of the class.

CHIARA P.O.V. I find myself submerged in my huge blankets, cut off from the outside world since the night before. I ignore the knock on the door, refusing to let anyone in. My room has become a refuge where I try to escape from the thoughts that torment me. But I can't help but remember Wolfgang's kiss, a kiss that consumes me and makes my heart race.

Think about the height later, on the ground, when it was no longer relevant. The top of the wall was wide enough to crouch on without the precariousness that would have made it an emergency. I stayed flat, pressed to the stone, and took my time with the assessment of what was on the other side. A courtyard. Larger than my estimate from the ridge, which meant my estimate had been conservative, which meant the compound was more significant in scale than the external footprint suggested. Stone-flagged, well-maintained. A training ground in the far corner where two males worked through a sequence I recognized as advanced close-quarters: controlled, practiced, not sparring but drilling. Beyond th

I replied mouthing to Paul asking him who this was but he was just grinning like an idiot. "How are you dear?" the girl asked. "I’m fine" I replied. "Welcome to FUTA" the girl said as I rolled my eye balls. "Thank you" I said. "Ohh sorry, my name is Florence. I’m a student of QSV, 400 level" the girl introduced. "Whoa! That's nice" I replied with a smile. "You are in what hostel?" Florence asked. "The new one with no name" I replied as she burst into laughter. Her laughter sounded like she was singing.

She was also the one who sent him the bunny officer video on the tablet. Her name was Jessica Cooper, a fresh university graduate—truly undeniably attractive and tempting. When she first joined the company, Benjamin had even joked that she reminded him of me when I was just starting out. I had her WhatsApp account, and I clicked on her status updates. The very first story was a selfie of her bunny officer costume, with a small mosaic carefully placed over her private parts. Her caption read, "Bunny officer has captured Mr. Benny's heart today." Benjamin's like on that story felt like a stab to my heart. He had openly commented, "Of course, Mr. Benny's heart belongs to the bunny officer."

The administrative office had somehow managed to lose her paperwork twice, leaving her to navigate the sprawling campus with nothing but a hastily scribbled room number and the weight of her overpacked duffel bag cutting into her shoulder. "Room 307," she mutters, copper-red braid swinging as she climbs the stairs. The suppressants she'd doubled up on this morning are already wearing thin, her skin prickling with unwelcome heat. Of all the days for her Omega biology to assert itself, the first day of college seems cruelly poetic. The scent hits her before she even reaches the third floor—rich, dark, intoxicating. Alpha. Not just any Alpha, but one whose pheromones seem specifically calibrate

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

Flora Amor felt like she was floating on clouds as she walked toward her first class that morning. She didn’t even notice the students she passed by, most of them glued to their smartphones. She glanced at the construction site beside their building. Dixal hadn’t called her yet—maybe he wasn’t there.

Mocked Flora "The boss" "Ah!" They already knew Claude won't forgive anyone who bothers this precious woman. So they chose not to interact with her in the first place! Flora looked through the glass wall of the elevator. It allowed her to see the whole city from above. She saw even the northern forest and some of the south. She saw her late college too. "Vlad, do you see that red-brick building in the south? That was the uni I've studied in." "It looks... big"

Mae did realize how foolish that sounded,giving Mathew a light tap on his back she walked away from him following the alignment of flowers on the wall.his living room had no shade of color,it was plain and somehow it fit the aura in the house, stopping in front of a pot of flower she took crouching position to look and admire its beauty,it had colors like lilac and grey,she had never seen or heard if such weird color mix and it was surprisingly beautiful,still admiring the flower Mathew regained himself and joined her where she was bending down,he didn't take the position with her instead he rested his back against the wall as he watched her watch the flower.