Off Campus Series In Order Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Well, now that introductions have been done, Logan, meet me in my office later. We have some extra-credit courses to discuss that you must take as a transfer student." Oh yeah. The suicidal extra credits. Isn't it too early for this school to be after my life? "Yes, sir." I nod, and the boys start packing up and filing out of the locker room. "Hey, wanna come have lunch with us?" Cam taps my shoulder. I nod and give him a smile. "Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a bit." They nod and leave. Nate is the last to leave. "Wait." I stop in front of him.

Lyric pauses on the landing, pressing her palm against the wall to steady herself. Inside room 307, Sebastian Hale freezes mid-motion, a textbook suspended halfway to the shelf. The scent wafting through the crack beneath the door is unmistakable—sweet honeysuckle and warm amber, with an undertone of something that calls to the most primal part of him. An Omega. His Alpha instincts roar to life, demanding he claim, protect, possess. His knuckles whiten around the book's spine as he inhales deeply, trying to regain control. This wasn't supposed to happen—not here, not now. He'd chosen Silver Point University specifically because of its progressive approach to designation dynamics, where Alpha

The whole city's respectable families would be in attendance; if they saw a horror-show themed ceremony, they would mock me without mercy. I had to stop it, but Yves's friend, Nina Cullen, refused outright and sneered at me. I called Yves. His voice on the other end was dismissive. "Stop making a scene. You're being paranoid." My expression hardened; I raised my voice. "I'm not making a scene. This isn't a wedding set; this is something else entirely—" He cut me off and hung up. I stood there, stunned. Was this the patient, emotionally stable man I thought I knew?

Hori made a small choking sound, Sean rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the ceiling like it might open up and swallow him. I kept my face carefully blank, but inside, cold sweat prickled down my spine. The lift, the noise, the way we’d all piled in laughing too loud. Had she heard everything? Pat continued as if she hadn’t just dropped a bomb. She turned to Hori directly. “You asked earlier who’s running the house while I'm gone. The remaining housemates are on a supervised free day back at Crestfield. The show is on a temporary production pause for this Tokyo week. Vress approved the trip himself—your playbook Olympics numbers were strong enough that he wanted some authentic reward co

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies. I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray. Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock. Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements. Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy. He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy. "Sweetheart... can you say 'Daddy'?" I lowered my head, turned sideways, and pulled my son protectively into my arms

We slip through into an alley, the cool night air hitting my skin, and I breathe for what feels like the first time in hours. The coffee shop is exactly where Caleb said it would be—two blocks east, a narrow storefront with warm light spilling through the windows and the smell of espresso drifting onto the sidewalk. Sasha drops me off with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to call tomorrow. I push through the door, order something I don't taste, and take a seat at a corner table where I can watch the door. Twenty minutes pass. Then thirty. I'm on my second cup of coffee, my leg bouncing under the table, when the door swings open and Caleb walks in.

“But one thing’s for sure—I owe him nothing now. And if he wants to marry your mom? He’s not getting there quietly.” Three days later, and the aftershocks still lingered. Even in the cafeteria, the atmosphere felt… shifted. Like there was an invisible sign behind Cole and me that said: “DO NOT APPROACH. UNDER RECONSTRUCTION.” But honestly? I couldn’t blame them. In a campus this obsessed with gossip, a scandal with betrayal, a fake relationship, and full-on family warfare? Of course we were the main topic. But I didn’t care. I just needed to get my documents from Cole’s car.

Jason told me as he shrugged his school bag on. "Bye playlist hater." Jason then came around to hug me lightly and peck my blushing cheek before leaving. Well, one of the unwritten laws in our friendship, was hugging each other whenever we meet and before leaving each others presence. It was like a thing now, our thing. Yeah we are cute I know. Now that he was gone, I was alone at home as usual, I was used to loneliness by now, my companion. So about my OTG playlist... OTG stands for Off The Grid.

I only listened to the first one. "Mara, guess what? Preston's major client, Everline Group, suddenly terminated their contract. His stock dropped eight percent!" I was editing photos and didn't pay much attention. The second voice message came in. "Do you know why Everline terminated? Because they just signed Lucas Rhodes as their spokesperson! "There's an exclusivity clause in the contract. If they work with Lucas, they can't work with Preston's company!" My hand stopped on the mouse. The third message said, "Mara, is Lucas helping you get revenge?"

“Alright, so tell me.” Little Bob let out a deep sigh and began, “On the base, they have a facility that holds strange things. When I say strange, I mean the things that we heard about in the scary campfire stories and monster movies when we were kids. I mean the monsters that live in the woods and the ghosts that throw things at you when they are angry. Agent Gold was and is in charge of it and the agency that operates it. Someone did something that caused everything to get loose, and that is what we are dealing with now. When you encounter one of the off-base training maneuvers, like the one at the river last summer, Agent Gold is the one in charge of it. They are actively looking for and