Off Campus Series In Order Novels & Stories

First thing on Monday, I showed up outside Brimble Network. The System wouldn’t stop yapping in my head. “Are you sure about this, Player? We are in Arabella’s territory now. According to the plot, she’ll…” While walking into the office building, I asked, “She’ll what?” “She’ll have a complete set of office supplies and a work station ready for you. The office assistant will get you breakfast, too. Huh? That’s not quite the villainess I expect…”

Laura replied softly, but her tone carried an edge of curiosity. *** The rest of their shift passed in a blur of clinking cups, chatter, and the hiss of the coffee machine. Jerry moved mechanically, all the while avoiding prolonged eye contact with Laura. Meanwhile, she seemed distracted, her movements deliberate but her mind clearly elsewhere. By the end of the day, both were exhausted. The cafe lights dimmed as Jerry and Laura locked up and headed their separate ways. Laura sank into her seat in the cab, her head leaned against the window. The rhythmic hum of the engine should have been comforting, but her thoughts swirled like a storm and refused to settle.

“I meant what I said. I’ll wait as long as you need. But I need you to know something.” He reached into the center console and pulled out a small, plain envelope, different from the first letter. “This isn’t another long apology. It’s just… proof that I’m staying. My schedule for the next six months. No overseas trips. No long absences. I’ve moved everything here. To Toronto.” Elena took the paper with slightly shaking fingers. It was exactly what he said, a printed calendar, every single week blocked out with local meetings only. No flights. No hotels in other countries.

One minute passed, then two… The office door burst open before Kai staggered out with his clothes in disarray. Celeste stumbled out right behind him, her hair tangled and wearing nothing but a man's shirt hastily thrown over her body. "What's going on? What's that smell?" Kai coughed so violently that even his voice sounded strained. Celeste coughed so much she couldn't speak either. Neither of them noticed that I clearly recorded everything on my phone. As I put my phone away and turned to leave, Celeste seemed to sense something. When her head snapped in my direction, our eyes met across the hallway. All the color drained from her face.

I covered the four-mile distance to the university campus in exactly three minutes and forty-two seconds. When I surged up to the primary curb of Larsen College, the McLaren’s carbon-ceramic brakes biting hard as the vehicle slid to a halt behind the armored Escalade, the campus was still operating in its peaceful, ignorant bubble. Students were laughing on the manicured lawns, clutching iced coffees and textbooks, entirely oblivious to the predatory dark-web entity operating in their shadow.

Despite the clean, aristocratic silhouette he presented to the room, every movement of his shoulders sent a dull, heavy ache through his chest—a quiet, permanent reminder of the territory Jaxson had claimed in the subterranean vaults. Across the table sat Sarah, her eyes locked onto her laptop screen as a continuous stream of promotional metrics and media inquiries flooded her inbox. "The network is capitalizing on the momentum from yesterday's fitness test," Sarah said, her voice carrying that sharp, rapid-fire executive clip that signaled a massive commercial victory. "The 'Off the Ice' joint campaign has been picked up by three major national sponsors. They aren't just buying ad space dur

But his attention was heavier—I felt it tightening around my throat, making it difficult to breathe. “It—”I stopped and cleared my throat. “The relationship creates a kind of—" I stopped again. Xavier made a sound somewhere behind me. A satisfactory sound, like he had been waiting to witness this kind of moment for a long time. “I don’t know.” I finally said. “Hmmm. You're always spaced out during my classes, Miss Marsh.” He said, his voice returning to its original coldness. “See me in my office after this class.” Then he walked back to the podium.

Vivian Blair's Private Diary became the work he was proudest of in his life. Thinking of it now, Julian suddenly let out a sharp laugh. "Vivian, you're vile." After saying that, he ignored her cries and hurried out of the gallery. He nearly searched the entire city, but he could not find Stella. She did not reply to messages. She did not answer calls. It was as though Stella Acker had vanished from the world. At seven that evening, Julian opened the livestream immediately. The auction location had been announced as Keyward Auction Hall.

Grace’s POV My arrival abroad coincided perfectly with the corporate summer recess. Ms. Palmer generously granted me a two-week adjustment period, so I decided to enroll in a local language class near my apartment. One afternoon after class, I was wandering the streets and stumbled into a bakery. I stood at the counter for a long time, my eyes drifting from croissants to brioche and finally to cinnamon rolls. Back home, Daniel and Gina never asked for my order. They would always just request two identical items from the cashier, glance back at me and chin-flick.