College Love Stories Novels & Stories

"Here he comes again." Barbara rolled her eyes as she saw the boy approaching him with a flower in his hand. "Why you don't accept his love? He is handsome, rich....smart...?" He was not much smart and Sam was aware of it. "Argh, the whole college is after me so should I accept all of them." It was not wrong. She was prettiest among all, President of book club and equally popular as Lucas. Lucas was not in their department. He was an engineer student whiy they were medical students.

Virginia cried, crying very sorrowfully, "The first year of college, when you were chasing me, you said that I was the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. You want to hold my hand for your entire life? Two months ago, I asked you, people said, college love is a magic spell, every couple will break up after the graduation. I asked if you believe it, you said you don't believe it. Because after graduation, you will marry me. In the rest of your life, I will be your everything, and I will also be touched. But why ... It's only been two months and you already have a new love affair. Have you ever thought about me, who has been immersed in this fake love affair? " Carina behind her, she thought

Halfway through the conversation, Colton appeared behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Are you guys badmouthing me?” Someone replied with a smile, “We were just asking Freyja how she met you.” “Really?” Colton narrowed his eyes, looked down at the woman sitting right in front of him, and stated meaningfully, “We studied at the same college. One wouldn’t say that it’s a story of love at first sight, but it’s definitely a story of true love.”

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

Because lies always arrive faster than truth. That night, alone in her room, Diamond sat on her bed and whispered to the air, “Why do people create rooms inside themselves that others are not allowed into?” Her heart answered softly. Because hiding feels safer than choosing. She stared at the ceiling. Josh still loved her. She knew that. But love didn’t stop him from collecting lives like souvenirs. He didn’t want one world. He wanted many. And Diamond was finally seeing the shape of the one he never showed her.

I watched her sit at a table by the window, alone, spreading textbooks across the surface like she was building a fortress. She stared at the same page for ten minutes without turning it. I wanted to sit across from her, take her hand and tell her everything. I wanted to explain about my father and the scholarship and the choice I had to make. I wanted to beg her to understand. But I couldn't. Because if I told her, she would try to fix it. She would offer to give up the scholarship, to fight my father, to do something reckless and noble, which was exactly why I fell in love with her.

He’d follow seconds later—ropes of cum landing on his stomach, chest heaving. Every touch set them off. A brush of fingers when passing in the hall. Her bending over to pick something up—ass in the air—he’d be behind her in seconds, grinding against her until she was panting. Him coming out of the shower with just a towel—her hand would find him, stroking until he was hard again. It was addictive. Pure need. Skin slick with sweat. Mouths hungry. Bodies slamming together whenever the urge hit. No one said “I love you.” No one asked what it meant. No one talked about tomorrow.

For now, all I can do is say that "I love you more than anything" The best love stories are those that happen unexpectedly, with people we never imagined and in unusual places. These love stories are the ones that had everything to go wrong, but they did. They happen on that day when we weren't even going to leave the house, but by chance we decided to change our plans.

Due to that, I got a seat in this beautiful place. Well, I was eager then. I have heard people saying that many great love stories start blooming in this college and I badly wanted mine to bloom here. I was not interested in any kind of friendship or bullshit, I just wanted one thing, a girl, who would be my possession and I was damn sure I would get it. And wow, the first day of college didn't disappoint me at all.