Sepatu Campus Novels & Stories

Scene – Springfield Campus, Monday Morning The trees at Springfield swayed gently as students returned from their mid-semester break. The gates buzzed with chatter and rolling luggage, some students sunburned from travel, others still wearing camp wristbands. Helena leaned on the side of the school shuttle, arms crossed, watching Tessy and Leo argue over whose playlist ruined the group speaker. “I told you playing Fuji at full volume during marshmallow roasting was criminal,” Tessy said. Leo grinned. “And yet, the vibes were unmatched.”

Even if we can't draw a clear line, at least we can maintain a peaceful and symbiotic relationship with her efforts. At this moment, the phone rings. "Kim! You damned women! The ceremony has begun. Why haven't you come yet? You're not backing outright?" *************************** It's Alex. This reminds her of the party tonight. Provence Hall University is the largest campus in Strait city. Multi building are designed with high-end atmosphere, the building are covered with gold glass, and there are special places for students to socialize. Kim and Lily walk into the cafeteria on the third floor. It's full of men and women. Girls from the design department and boys from the computer departme

Looking very much like the best friend I left behind fifteen months ago, a huge grin spills across her beautiful face right before she hurtles herself at me for a third time. Hang onto your panties ladies, because Roan King is kicking off the first day of the fall semester by stripping off his shirt... and yeah, it's definitely a majestic sight to behold. Is it possible that he’s even more ripped and gorgeous than last year? Someone hand me a napkin, I'm starting to drool over here... KingOfCampus.com How could I have forgotten that jet lag is a total bitch? It should really be called ass lag or maybe even ass drag would be a more accurate description because my ass is literally dragging on

Arjeno and Marcus decide to do their first lunch together in the campus cafeteria alone. Arjeno put himself first in an empty chair before answering a question from Marcus. "I don't know... Honestly, this is not my dream campus even though this campus has a good reputation and is famous. I don't know why I'm here now." Arjeno replied with a bitter smile. Marcus who realized there was an awkwardness on Arjeno's face then asked without hesitation, "Then where is your dream campus?" "Piolled University, Bali." Answer with eyes. Mentioning the name of the campus alone made Arjeno feel happy because he remembered Hanin.

They would have been horrified by the thought, no doubt. Although it was a university, it was also a college and so much more. As such, the age range of the students was much larger than a normal university. As I walked up to the main campus, there were huge planters of wild grasses and flowers. Each one had a ledge all the way around and had students sitting on practically every inch of them, plus loads stood around in the middle too. It was so intimidating, the idea of walking directly through so many people.

He had delivered it to my doorstep through a dispatch this morning along with a note reminding me to wear something red. And well, I did. I couldn't complicate things. My academic life, my reputation and a lot more were on the line. I had borrowed a red dress from my friend Jenna, though I didn't like it. It was tight on me so it hugged my body. It was also below my knees— which was shorter than what I usually wore. I reached the stadium and the noise was deafening; thousands of students were cheering while some girls were recording videos as the events unfolded.

I didn't know how anyone was supposed to put up with it. On top of that, the campus was full of energetic, good-looking young people. Most of the female students were only around 18. They dressed lightly in the warm weather—low-cut shirts and shorts. Their youthful skin was enticing to look at. All of that only made my already restless mind feel even more on edge. My thoughts took me to inappropriate scenarios, like fooling around with female students. Sometimes, when I passed by the grove, where couples liked to gather, and heard soft moans drifting through the trees, I felt an uneasy pull in my core.

It was where alliances were sealed with a dance and reputations were assassinated over flutes of enchanted nectar. By mid-morning, the campus buzzed like a hive of disturbed wasps. The Campus Mall, a sprawling promenade of high-end boutiques and arcane tailors, was already flooded with students. Rumor had it that the most exquisite gowns — those woven from moon-silk or enchanted with shifting illusions — were vanishing within hours. I, however, was trapped in a different kind of hell.

I hid a smile as I glanced at has smaller frame, “are you trying to call me slow, Maybelline?” “Are you Cinderella, Mr. McCartney?” She retorted playfully, “because it's looking like you want the shoe to fit.” “Okay smart-mouth,” I said, chuckling. We were so caught up in our banter that we didn't see the obstacle on the floor until I felt my foot catch. “Oh!” I exclaimed as May grabbed onto my a to steady herself. And for a few seconds both fought to retain our balance on the slippery floor. But it was all futile because in a heartbeat, we were both airborne. I slammed down hard, and immediately felt a sickening crunch as the weight of my body camw down directly on the laptop I'd been clutc

I can tell right away that the jeans are a mistake; it's the middle of summer in London, and the heat on the backs of my legs makes me sweat even more. The university campus is only a few blocks away, so I can easily walk there; I don't have a car, and I don't like the buses here. As the last few students enter the stuffy lecture hall and take their seats, I hurry to the back and take a seat next to my good buddy Poppy. "Hey gorgeous" She smiles as I place my belongings on the floor next to hers, collecting my books.