College Romance Stories Novels & Stories

I hadn't done anything wrong, yet I was expected to grovel and plead like a dog begging for scraps. The villa's AC was cranked up high, but the ice cream cake sitting on the coffee table was already starting to melt. Just like my marriage to Ryan. No matter how hard I tried to hold us together, the cracks just kept growing. I reached out, scooped a little melted ice cream onto my finger, and put it in my mouth. The sweetness did nothing to mask the bitterness inside me. Ryan and I had been married for three years.

At Ava’s bra which barely contained her massive tits, Liam’s undone jeans, Ethan’s bare chest and heavy briefs. “It’s my deepest, dirtiest fantasy. I want…I want in.” Liam’s eyes darkened. He sat up, easing Ava off his lap with gentle hands. He crossed the room in two strides, stopping close enough that I smelled cedar and heat. His thumb bruId a melting snowflake from my jaw. “Then let tonight be the story you keep for yourself,” he said. “No readers. Just us.” Ava was already moving, bare feet silent. I stopped behind me, fingers tugging the hem of my sweater. “Arms up.”

I toss my phone onto the sofa, the silence between us thick with anticipation. "So," I smirk. "This is it, huh?" His lips curl into that slow, dangerous grin I love. "Yes." His voice is rough. "No more hiding?" "No more hiding." His fingers lace through mine, warm and possessive. "You could attend college from England. Get your degree while I work remotely." I hum, pretending to consider it, even as my pulse races. "And after that?" I tease, leaning closer. His free hand tangles in my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp. "After that," he murmurs, lips grazing my ear, "we get married. Mr. and Mrs. Moretti. Officially."

[Francis Davis, 1990-2023] No final words of wisdom and no heartfelt farewells. Just the dates marking the beginning and end of their stories, with a tiny dash in between to represent everything in between. That tiny dash was their whole world. They fell hard for each other, fought fiercely, and in the end, they went down together.

The sun was dipping low by the time they got back to her house, arms full of stories, hearts a little fuller than before. As Lila curled up later that night under her covers, she thought about how perfect the day had been. There hadn’t been anything dramatic or wild—just books and kisses and the softest kind of love. The kind that built roots. The kind that felt real.

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

She wanted to study designing in a good college, however, she couldn't afford the admission fees and hence, her dreams weren't fulfilled. A year and a half later, she had met Carson, the golden boy who was head over heels over her. Gradually, she became close to him and finally after a year, they started dating. That's how their story began. Because of the misunderstanding between their parents fueled by Kimberly, they had to suffer the outcome.

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me. We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed. During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

Since Loki had her boyfriend. Nao became more listless going to his classes and couldn’t sleep as he kept thinking of her in a few months. Kept thinking and looked at how happy Loki is, when she had relationship with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend looked like a Senior College Student at their University.