Novel & Cerita My Blood-curdling Campus Life

She was the only one that got me a little, dad was so far up Yara ass, he literally kissed the floor she walked on, my brother Quincy never really cared about any other person but him self, mom was the only one that got me a little and now she’s a fucking drugie and a psycho, I hope she gets well and it’s weird because most times I absolutely hate her for letting herself go like that but other times I don’t really blame her with a manipulative bastard like my father for a husband I don’t anyone would be able to stay sane. I continued to stab my note book and cry, my legs are starting to feel crampy as I sat in a yoga pose on the grass next to the water fountain at the side of campus. I picke

A few weeks later, after all the paperwork and procedures had been taken care of, Gavriel entered the Anindira campus as a first-year student. Ricco's departure from campus caused an uproar at the school. The women who wanted to feel like Ricco's woman, even if it was only for a week, were disappointed because they did not get a seat. With Gavriel entering school, Gavin and Anindira let out a long sigh. All the excitement that had just died down after Ricco left campus, was back to life. A campus is a place where teenagers who are still unstable are looking for an identity.

“I’m just saying that we must, to some degree, have done something to deserve the shit coming our way.” “Well.” I rub my palm against my belly, wondering if the cramps I’m experiencing are a fun new addition to my symptoms dance card. “We did pretend you were overtaken by bloodlust that time Mr. Barca got a paper cut.” “And made him piss himself. You know what? Maybe it was worth it.” “Still, I don’t know that our lives necessarily needed a cult plotline.” “Agreed. Wanna hang up and spend the rest of the day buddy watching that Human show about the MILFs?”

“Now we do it again. Then maybe I eat that pretty pussy till you can’t walk tomorrow. We’ve got all night, good girl. And finals can wait.” My body was already heating up again at her words. This was dangerous. This was our friendship changing forever. But lying there naked with Anna and her coconut scent I didn’t want to go back. The movie had ended long ago and now the dorm was quiet except for our panting. Outside, campus life went on...stressed students cramming, along with parties we’d normally sneak into. But in here, it was just us. Two opposites colliding in the hottest way possible.

I collapse on the ottoman, shaking, covered in sweat, spit, and cum, completely destroyed and more satisfied than I’ve ever been. The livestream is still rolling. Someone whispers in my ear: “Welcome to college, slut. This is just the beginning of your new life as the frat’s favorite fucktoy.” The End.

Jessica drove because apparently nobody trusted me behind the wheel yet after the whole shifting incident, which was probably fair. I watched the scenery change from forest to suburbs to city and tried to figure out when everything had gotten so complicated. A year ago my biggest problem was getting over Luca and turning down Ethan as nicely as I could and now I was a tribrid with a mate bond and people actively trying to kill me. College had never felt so normal and so foreign at the same time. Walking across campus was worse. Students everywhere complaining about exams and relationship drama and whether to go to this party or that party, and I wanted to grab them by the shoulders and screa

The thought of Ryans still fucking lingered in me and was pressed into every crack of my heart. The walk back to the dorm felt longer than usual. Campus was alive with evening routines. A group of students huddled around a food truck parked near the science building, the smell of fried chicken heavy in the air. Music thumped faintly from a dorm where someone was throwing a party. Laughter and shouts echoed across the quad.

CALEB’S POV The bass thumped through the frat house walls, a relentless pulse that vibrated in my chest as I pushed through the crowded living room. The air hung thick with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and the sharp tang of weed, the kind of chaos that defined Crestwood College's fraternity parties.

“It’s a party. We’re not exactly curing cancer or braving the frontlines.” Rachel rolls her eyes. Her eyeliner is perfect. “Please. This is when the rest of our lives really begin.” “I thought the rest of our lives started when we moved to campus and started classes.” She shakes her head, her dark curls bouncing on her shoulders. “Not at all. That was just the logistics of things, you know, the things that got us from A to B. Lifelong memories don’t happen in a classroom, Jane. Friendly reminder.” “Oh yeah, I’m sure the cheap beer and sweaty frat guys are really gonna make for some beautiful stories to tell our grandkids someday,” I say jokingly.

I just… hadn’t planned on risking myself. I grabbed my books, hugging them to my chest, and tried to melt into the stream of students. No one really cared, I told myself, the storm would pass. In a few days, someone else would do something reckless at a party, and the spotlight would be on them, or at least I would write fresher gossip to talk about. Except when I passed by the cafeteria, the storm didn’t look like it was moving anywhere. At least four tables were buzzing with the same conversation. Their phone screens flashed with WildLifeOnCampus, some laughed out loud, some looked shocked, and a few, mostly girls in cropped sweaters and perfect make-ups shot me daggers sharp enough to sli