Cerita Cinta Di Kampus Novels & Stories

"I get it. A flu has been going around recently. The campus is getting every corner disinfected." Feeling relieved, I watched as his eyes scrunched up cheekily as he grinned. He seemed proud to have cooked up a great excuse for me. After that, I often ran into him on different occasions. Just like a teen with a crush, he struggled to hide his bursting feelings. What followed was his love confession and our ten-year relationship, which all culminated in me being branded as a homewrecker. My heart started to thump in pain as though someone had stabbed me in the chest. When the doors slid open on the 13th floor, I immediately saw Ryan sitting there. Cigarette butts were littered across the floo

I walked into my dorm room and, as expected, found Dexter and Trixie tangled up on the couch, looking like they’d just stepped out of a romance. They were practically fused together—Dexter’s arm around her waist, their lips stuck together. Dexter and Trixie were high school sweethearts and madly in love with each other. I sighed dramatically, tossing my keys onto the counter. “Don’t let me interrupt, lovebirds. Just pretend I’m invisible. Keep ignoring me like you usually do.”

Cameron was giving her his full attention. “You see my first lover was one of my professors.” His eyebrows shot up. “Let me explain,” she said as she held one hand up to him. “I did not sleep with him for a grade. It was the end of the semester and he was leaving for another position in California. I . . . had a little crush on him. I knew where he lived – just a half a mile from campus. So, two days before he had to leave, I showed up on his door step.” She hugged the fox around her like a protective blanket.

Hidden Messages – Notes, texts, teasing – Flirty messages exchanged in secrecy ignite curiosity and longing. 23. Dorm Room Storm – Rain, heat, and passion – Caught in a storm, the dorm becomes a private space for growing intimacy. 24. Almost Confession – Close but interrupted – Confessions nearly escape their lips, interrupted at the last second. 25. Class Presentation – Forced teamwork ignites sparks – Being paired for a high-pressure presentation creates vulnerability and tension. 26. Campus Rain – Wet clothes, stolen kisses – Rain-soaked encounters lead to accidental kisses and stolen touches. 27. Unexpected Rivalry – Competition fuels tension – Competing for a scholarship, their rivalry

She was clearly upset, maybe even feeling cornered. “Cara, everyone on campus just won't stop talking about me. They act like I'm the one who did something wrong! I'm not even dating Ryan. We are just friends! But because of your constant drama and how you act, your little antics, as you call them, the whole campus has already decided we are a couple. Thanks for that.” She got up from her bed. It was a slow walk, and she went straight to the window. The window looked out over the whole city.

His other hand held hers. Her head rested slightly on his shoulder. His eyes... distant. Or was that just my mind trying to make excuses for him? Then the next picture. A kiss. A kiss. My entire body went cold. Her lips... brushing against his jaw. Close. Way too close to his lips. The caption burned into my brain like fire. "A couple madly in love a kiss that speaks a thousand words." I wanted to scream. To throw the phone. Smash it. Break it. Like how my heart shattered into pieces... right here... in the middle of the damn university courtyard.

"I'm just a student, Lita. Nothing more." However, as she was walking out of the lecture room, the tune of Adrian Volkov resonated, a hint of something much more complicated and dangerous than a simple date with coffee. The game was started, and Nalia, all her will as it was, was thrilled beyond reason contemplating it. Little did she suspect that this apparently trivial lecture would trigger a series of occurrences that would shatter her world, hold her beliefs, and make her question the definition of love and power as we know it. The sun was setting behind the horizon, and she was walking towards her little flat in Bloomsbury with the burden of the scandal of her father on her conscience.

I admitted. He nodded and leaned in slowly, resting his forehead against mine. Just that—forehead to forehead—was enough to create intimacy, to create connection, without needing words. His hand cupped my cheek gently. My hands rested on his arms, hesitant, learning how to reach without giving too much. The world seemed to melt around us. Students, campus noise, the late afternoon sun—all of it faded. Only this space existed: me and him, tentative, fragile, holding on without letting go, holding on without breaking.

I replied, almost annoyed that she thought I wouldn’t be there as soon as I could. Cassandra clicked her tongue and put her hands on her hips, “well, hello to you too, Luca.” “Cassandra,” I nodded at her, wondering if my best friend knew what his mate had been getting herself into lately. My bet was that he didn’t. Enzo joined us in the bedroom, sitting on the bed beside Cassandra as he pulled up an article on his phone and tossed the phone my way. “What’s this?” I asked as I read the story of three more students - making the total eight - being murdered on the campus grounds by a rabid dog.

College was a whole new world for both Timothy and me. The sprawling campus, the throngs of new faces, and the promise of fresh starts excited us. Though we were in different departments—Timothy pursuing architecture and I diving into literature—we were known around campus as the couple. From the first day, our bond was unshakeable, our connection visible to everyone.