Off Campus Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

“You’re benching him?” “Temporarily. Until this dies down.” When the call ended, Liam just sat there. The silence of the office pressed against his ribs until it hurt to breathe. He found Noah later that night, still on the training field. The floodlights cast long shadows, catching in his hair, his jaw, the faint sweat glinting on his skin. He was kicking ball after ball into the net, each one harder than the last. “You’re off the lineup for Saturday,” Liam said finally.

“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…"

"She signed." Parker let out a low whistle, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth before he quickly checked himself. "Well... that's huge news, man. The Hudson deal is officially greenlit. We can finalize the terms by Monday morning." "Great," I muttered, waving my hand at the bartender. "Bring the bottle." "Woah, slow down," James warned, placing a heavy hand over my forearm as the bartender set down a dark bottle of cheap, burn-your-throat liquor. "You’ve already had enough by the looks of those empty glasses. You need to ease up."

She doesn't want to admit it to Riley, or even herself, but the thought of being lost terrifies her more than any hormone surge ever could. "Don't say that," she blurts out, the words trembling at the edges, raw with an emotion she can't quite name. Her eyes are wide and wet, the gold flecks in her irises almost fever-bright. "I'm not ready for that. I can't be." She struggles to find more words, but they burn on her tongue. "Do you have any idea what happens to Omegas who get claimed in college? They drop out. They disappear into some Alpha's life and never finish their degree." Her voice cracks, the last word spat like a challenge or perhaps a prayer.

We got back to the apartment at eleven. Elena had left the gala early, something about an early meeting, but she'd hugged me at the door with a genuineness that made my chest tight in a good way. Derek and his wife had stayed until the end. Victoria Cross had circled back once more, talked to Kai for ten minutes about the merger while I spoke to a foundation board member, and left without incident. Brandon had sent no messages. His car hadn't appeared on any cameras near the West Village since Sunday. Derek said the restraining order serving had likely made him recalculate.

And when Zac offered to drive me home at the end of the night, I accepted gratefully, needing the buffer of his presence to keep me from completely falling apart. Since Caroline would be staying over at Damien's place. "You okay?" he asked as we pulled up outside Caroline's building. "You've seemed off since you came back from the restroom." "Just tired," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. "It's been a long week." "With the divorce stuff?" he asked carefully. I nodded, not trusting myself to elaborate. "If you ever need to talk," Zac offered, his expression genuine. "Or just need a distraction, I'm around."

Like someone who spoke only when necessary and when he did, people listened. I swallowed. “You too.” Daniel grabbed a donut and shoved it in his mouth like he needed sugar to survive the tension. “So,” he said through crumbs, “Nico’s staying with us for a while.” My heart dropped. “A while?” I repeated. Nicolas lifted one shoulder. “A few months. Maybe longer.” Oh. Oh, that was dangerous. Very dangerous. Daniel kept talking, oblivious. “Dad set up the guest room last night. He’ll be working from home for a bit. Something about… finishing some big security project.”

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On our graduation trip, my best friend, Maddie, hadn’t managed to snag a lower bunk in our Amtrak sleeper car. As she stared at the upper bunk with a troubled look, my boyfriend, Hal, teased her. “What’s wrong, Short Stuff? Can’t climb up there?” Maddie smacked his arm. “If you’re not going to help, shut up.” Instead of getting upset, Hal nudged me. “True, switch bunks with her. Knowing her, she’ll fall on her way up and land right on top of you.” I shifted my gaze to Hale, my mind wandering back to the journey throughout. He’d bought two breakfast sandwiches at the station, one of them being a vegan option. Hal had called Maddie out for always watching her weight. Still,