Novel & Cerita Off Campus Series

And Jace looked, briefly, like the argument hadn’t happened at all. At 6:00, Drew returned. His posture was still tight, but his eyes looked less sharp, the look of someone who’d made a decision he didn’t love but knew he needed. “Schedule change,” he announced. Micah straightened. Rory immediately stopped wiping. Jace froze mid dish dry. Drew looked directly at the three of them. “Tomorrow is off.” Rory blinked. “Off… like… OFF off?” “Yes,” Drew said. “No cameras. No interviews. No appearances. No meetings.”

I stood, collecting my dishes. "Class?" Andrew looked confused. "I thought you said she wasn't in school?" "Oh no, dear," Mom patted his hand. "It's a karate class. Isn't that right, Robbi?" Actually, Thursday nights were Mixed Martial Arts, but explaining the difference would only confuse her, so I nodded. Between moving disruptions, I'd missed three classes and desperately needed to return to my four-nights-a-week routine. "No problem, Robbi. I should be home by five-thirty."

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?

Blurb Alaric Wynn has one goal: make it to the pros and make his father proud. As college hockey captain, he’s disciplined, talented, and certain nothing will distract him. Then Jovian Mercer joins the team. The reckless, sharp-tongued rookie challenges Alaric at every turn—on the ice and off. Their rivalry is already a problem. It becomes a disaster when Alaric panics and tells his parents he has a boyfriend. And there’s only one person available to play the part. Jovian Mercer, who Alaric believes is gay. Jovian agrees—on his own terms. What starts as one dinner quickly spirals into a high-stakes performance involving family pressure, career-making opportunities, and a kiss nei

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

Palmer, heading to a city hundreds of miles away. On my phone, there were several late-night texts from Daniel detailing the new wedding arrangements. I turned off my phone without responding. I was finally flying toward my own future.

I put the phone face down and went back to the tape and managed to watch approximately forty minutes of nickel coverage before giving up and going for a walk around the east side of campus that accomplished nothing specific but used up an hour. --- Marcus put the group chat message out at seven thirty that evening. ‘Third Quarter. Low key. Show up if you want.’ Marcus had been on modified activity since the knee news, which meant no full practice participation and a careful managed presence at team events that Coach Dara had quietly approved without making it a production. What it meant practically was that Marcus had a lot of unstructured time and was filling it the way Marcus filled unstru

NOAH'S POV The docuseries moved locations every two weeks. That was the format. Two weeks at the mansion, two weeks on the road. The network called it "dynamic storytelling." Daniel called it "brand expansion." I called it what it was ….. another way to keep cameras on me at all hours. This time, the location was a lakeside town four hours north. I didn't think anything of it when Priya handed me the schedule. But then we drove into town, and something shifted.

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

“Nah, Allie, we'll go for something else.” “Hmmm.” I said, my eyes still fixed on my laptop screen, searching for a much better option. “Tutoring, campus tour guide…” She sat up too fast. “Ten dollars an hour to walk around Westhaven and lie about the food?” "I'll take anything, Mira." "You're a psych major picking up shifts instead of an internship that'd actually use your degree." She said without looking up still scrolling on her phone. "Feels backwards." "Backwards is my whole semester. If I don't appeal the grade then…"