College Novels Novels & Stories

“Thank you. You’re always looking out for me and giving me such great advice. Tell me, are those the kinds of girls you meet in college? Independent?” “Oh, yeah, and more. Much more. The art majors; their bodies are their canvas. The fratmen; they’d go to war with you if you so much as look at them the wrong way. And the Goth teachers… Oh, man! If you thought high school was weird, wait till you get a load of college. I’ve never seen so many strange, smart, interesting and scary people all packed in one place. If in high school your greatest care is how to fit in, there, it’s how to stand out in a sea of, well, other beautiful people.”

, I laugh it off. Emily and I head for buying our books and writing stuff first before heading to our college. Even if we aren't in the same courses, at least we are in the same place. A lot of people don't know, the University of Oxford has thirty-nine colleges. It's crazy when you think about it.

The class representative walked to the podium and announced that classes were over for the day. I was surprised—I hadn’t expected just a single class. College is nothing like high school, where you'd sit through up to seven periods a day. “I’m already in love with this place,” I muttered to myself. “We have the school excos here,” the rep continued. “They’ll be telling you everything you need to know about the school before you leave. Please, let’s give a round of applause for the vice president of the student union of Royalty College.”

Because this letter is getting kind of long now and because I'm beginning to run out of paper, I'm going to need to begin wrapping up this thing now, and also because I'm running out of time writing this thing out. Go to college, kid. Go and enjoy yourself for a few hours away from home and the people who you went to high school with. See Loius wear a trench coat to every lesson, now he's able to wear whatever he likes. Watch the rich girls all conglomerate and form their own litte bitchy cliques that has constant drama all the fucking time. Keep tabs on the YouTube guys and save all their videos. They're going to delete it all for the sake of university.

he held up the drive “—is everything they left behind.” Lila’s blood ran cold. “You mean proof?” “Proof, confessions, blackmail… all of it.” “So why not show it to the dean? To the police?” Cade’s smile was humorless. “Because the dean’s one of them. And the police? They answer to the donors who built this place. Ravenwood isn’t just a college—it’s a trap.” Before Lila could respond, a spotlight cut across the courtyard. Security guards shouted, “You two—stop right there!”

She doesn't want to admit it to Riley, or even herself, but the thought of being lost terrifies her more than any hormone surge ever could. "Don't say that," she blurts out, the words trembling at the edges, raw with an emotion she can't quite name. Her eyes are wide and wet, the gold flecks in her irises almost fever-bright. "I'm not ready for that. I can't be." She struggles to find more words, but they burn on her tongue. "Do you have any idea what happens to Omegas who get claimed in college? They drop out. They disappear into some Alpha's life and never finish their degree." Her voice cracks, the last word spat like a challenge or perhaps a prayer.

Her notebooks filled with carefully crafted essays, detailed study notes, and reflections that mirrored the wisdom she had cultivated since childhood. The social landscape of college was different from high school. Selene approached friendships cautiously, observing the dynamics of her peers and carefully choosing whom to trust. Over time, she formed a tight-knit group of friends who shared her values, ambitions, and desire for personal growth. They became her support system, offering laughter, late-night study sessions, and advice when navigating both academic and personal challenges.

Despite the challenges and occasional setbacks, Hazel remained resilient and determined to make the most of her college experience. With each passing semester, Hazel's passion and curiosity for learning only grew stronger. She delved deeper into her major, exploring advanced topics and conducting research projects that piqued her interest. Whether she was analyzing data in the lab, debating complex theories in seminars, or presenting her findings to classmates, Hazel approached every academic endeavor with enthusiasm and dedication. Outside of the classroom, Hazel embraced opportunities for personal growth and self-discovery. She joined student organizations, volunteered in community service