Off Campus Series Novels & Stories

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.

I never expected that Lucas's way of making me regret would be disrupting my professor appointment ceremony. This wasn't something a decent Alpha should do. A few days ago, I was promoted to professor of Combat Theory due to my outstanding performance. At the ceremony, Lucas suddenly showed up with Finn in his arms. "Claire's name hasn't been removed from the Moonhowl pack registry. I'm sorry, but she can't hold a position in the Stormcrest pack," he said confidently, holding some documents.

"But until the signature is isolated, verified, and permanently eliminated from the grid, your regular routine remains a systemic liability. You will not be returning to your apartment, Phoebe. You will not be attending campus lectures, and you will not be operating your business assets at Finesse." "Peter, you can't be serious!" she cried out, her defiance flaring back to life with a sudden, hot burst of adrenaline that brought her a step closer to me. "You promised Jeremy you wouldn't lock me away like a classified project! My Friends are coming into town next month to shoot promotional content for my label! I have a business to run, I have mid-terms next week, I have a life—"

Only what I wanted to capture. That day, I had just turned off the camera and sat down under the shade of a tree when Preston messaged me. Honey, I have a business dinner tonight. Don't wait up for me. Don't push yourself too hard. You've got me. I had just started typing a reply when the comments became active again. [The male lead is learning to lie for the heroine.] [It looks like a business dinner, but he's actually helping the heroine move and set up their little home together.]

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."

She turned and left without a second thought, closing the door firmly behind her. “Over here, Mr. Fred!” a voice came from the other side of the building from one of the event organizers. Fred waved quickly as he turned towards them. He murmured, "Yeah, I'm coming," and rushed in their direction. Laura, in her office, sat looking blankly at the unfinished work on her laptop screen while curling up in her chair and wrapping her arms about herself in her office. The last few days had drained her with little left for her emotions, and her head was brimming with the tide of unresolved feelings and unsolved problems.

Kelsey’s POV If I could delete one thing from the universe, it wouldn’t be spiders or pineapple on pizza. It would be Monday mornings in the second semester. The campus was a literal zoo. You had the freshmen wandering around like lost puppies, the seniors acting like they discovered fire, and the professors already giving us enough homework to sink a ship. I was power-walking to Hall C for my combined engineering lecture, trying to protect my sanity and—more importantly—my brand-new white sneakers.

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."

"What? She asked." My face is on fire. I take a sip of water and try to compose myself, but my mind is racing. A sex club. Caleb and Callum go to a sex club. Of course they do. They're NFL players, rich and famous and surrounded by women who throw themselves at them. Why wouldn't they? And Caleb is taking some yoga instructor named Jade tonight. The fork in my hand trembles. I set it down before I drop it. "You should come," Caleb says, and for a second I think he's talking to me. But he's looking at Callum now, casual, leaning back on his stool. "You and whoever you're seeing. Make it a double."

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