College Love Story Novels & Stories

"Maybe she was in a bad mood.'' he muttered to himself. He decided not to bother himself with her again but deep down he knew he had fallen in love for the first time in his entire life and he would do anything to get her. When he got back to class, he saw her reading, she looked up and their eyes met. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He walked over to his seat, Charlie saw him coming and grinned. "What's up man, how did it go?" He asked. Blake forced a smile and said; "How did you think it went? You know I always get the girls, it was really easy, looks like she already liked me.'' he lied.

“But I want us healthy.” I turned to him. “That means honesty,” I said. “I know.” “That means effort.” “I know.” “And that means I don’t disappear anymore.” He smiled sadly. “I wouldn’t want you to.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against my forehead first. Then my cheek. Then finally my mouth. The kiss was slow and full of meaning. Not hunger. Not desperation. Just closeness. Our breathing stayed calm. Our hands stayed gentle. Love-making wasn’t about bodies anymore.

Hearing the familiar voice could help her recover. Jennifer took advantage of Logan being in a coma. She knew that Logan was no competition for her now. She could not interact with Charlie. Jennifer called Charlie to offer emotional support. Charlie was upset and hurt that Logan was sick and in a coma. Jennifer asked Charlie to escort her to a Ballet. She did not want to go alone and had no one else to escort her. Charlie agreed to escort her to get his mind off Logan. Ballet is one of the most visually pleasing dance forms. It is a very technical dance that requires extreme discipline. Jennifer had never seen the Romeo and Juliet Ballet before. It would perfect to see it with Charlie. Romeo

It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

said Kevin instantly to Hana right now. Hana smiled bitterly when she heard that, "Your guess was almost right, it's just that I've got my first love while in college. Why so late? Because when I was in high school, everyone was always busy with learning activities and also applying for my college scholarship, especially with me, like that." Kevin is increasingly interested in this one story. For some reason he had never heard of Hana telling him about herself. Maybe it's time to take turns listening to her love story, "Well, who is that lucky guy?"

Actually gasped, like Dhara had just told her she was secretly married. “Oh my God. You said complicated. That’s already romantic.” “It’s not romantic,” Dhara said quickly. Too quickly. “It’s just—unexpected. And weird. And inconvenient.” “That’s literally how every love story starts,” Nina shot back, grinning like she had just cracked the code to the universe. “You meet. You deny. You travel together. Then you fall in love. It’s basic math.” Dhara wanted to laugh at how good this was going.

He saw her eyes were already closed, so he had no clue whether she had heard his love confession. Three days was just too fast to fall in love with someone, but he had in fact, fallen in love with her at first sight. It was too intricate for her to understand that. Especially when she might not be over her first quite yet. Otherwise, why had she sought his help to ‘forget him’?

I knew what was going on and I couldn't resist. My pulse got faster and my temperature – higher. My lips parted slowly and I let her in. Her tongue... Her saliva... And her face were mine for seconds. So there we stood, in a deserted dusty and dark room – out of bound to students, with one of the biggest bullies groaning in pain and the other, knocked out, and me, kissing a… vampire – The love of my life. "Ehm ehm!" Amaya brought us back to reality as she stood at the door.

I smiled, selected a romantic film with a same-sex storyline, and sat down beside him as the movie began to play in soft hues across the room. The film unfolded through four short stories, each portraying love at different stages and in varying forms. The first story centered on two eighteen-year-old high school students, each quietly noticing the other from afar, bound by the awkward beauty of young attraction. In the shared spaces of their school, they observed each other, hearts fluttering yet hesitant, neither daring to take the first step. They existed in a delicate balance, close yet distant, until graduation loomed, and they finally confessed their feelings. Only then did they realize

They were not words of love or genuine intention; they were dictated by expectations, imposed by family, and executed with mechanical precision. As the minister’s voice faded into the background, I could feel a tumult of emotions churning within me—anger, sorrow, and a gnawing sense of betrayal. How could I possibly live a life where every moment was measured, every smile forced? I wondered if Damien even understood the cost of what we had just sealed with our words. I recalled the brief, intense moment when his lips met mine—a kiss that, for a split second, seemed to hold a promise of passion. Yet, it quickly dissolved into the clinical detachment that had come to define him. It was as if h