Campus Novels

My new, hostile stepfamily was hardly a welcome wagon as I fought for a coveted dance scholarship at Northwood University. Then, my world truly started to unravel. My crucial audition music mysteriously vanished, thanks to my stepsister Isabelle, whose cruelty was just warming up. Days later, campus security "found" stolen exam papers and Isabelle' s diamond bracelet meticulously planted in my room. Overnight, I was branded a thief and an academic cheat, suspended from school, my reputation shattered, my scholarship dreams utterly crushed. How could everyone so readily believe such convenient lies, turning me into a pariah, a target for the university' s whispers? How could "evidence" so perfectly frame me, leaving me isolated and utterly out of options? My anonymous blog, "The Campus Muse," where I poured out raw truths about integrity and overcoming adversity, became my last desperate refuge. What I didn't realize was that the voice I found there – a voice speaking truth into the echoing chamber of false accusations – was about to resonate deeply with an unexpected ally, setting in motion a chain of events that would expose Isabelle' s calculated malice and fight to reclaim my name.

In all of the Iroc Continent, I was the strongest mercenary. But suddenly my grandfather assigned me to be a campus belle's bodyguard. Her name was Christine. Initially, she didn't want me around and even tried to drive me away, but her father stopped her. On my first day as her bodyguard, she went to the bank and gave me a million dollars to drive me away, but I refused. I didn't come to her for money! Unexpectedly, several vicious robbers broke into the bank. She cried for help and told me to call the police, but I was skilled enough to have them on their knees all on my own. Christine was dumbfounded, but she was still unimpressed. "So what if you're good at fighting? Just leave me alone!" I replied, "Don't you understand? You're going to die without me!" The next day, I found a bomb in her car and a gunman who hid around the corner. Again, I saved her from the attack. The distrust in her eyes was wiped out. "Alas, I might as well give up on this job for how dangerous it turned out to be!" But this time, Christine begged me, "Please, don't leave me!"

Vivian, also know as the 'Expert', is on a mission to eliminate and kill the Alpha member of Barren City. With a disease that she said was a miracle, she could not sense pheromones at all, making her an omega who would not easily submit and lose to the alpha with a deadly aura. She is the executor because her small body and information about her being an omega make him not suspected and even considered weak. Until one day he thought Xavier was his victim, he was an alpha who was on the white list in the Fonatsiya Tower syndicate. He was a good person, even if Vivian just about to kill him before. And when they met again, it turned out that Xavier was a lecturer at his current campus. Because of that, they became close, and perhaps a feeling of comfort began to grow between them. But is that the right choice? After all, Vivian is an assassin from the Bouwer organization. And Xavier was the one who almost died because of Vivian. Would he not hold a grudge at'all against her, against a woman who was part of Bouwer, a target of various parties, including his own organization?

I thought my high school bullies were behind me... How wrong I was. Now they've become scandalous temptations… And they're willing to share. Matt, Jake, and Aaron ensured my high school experience was hell. They pushed me to the edge until I had no choice but to run. After transferring and completing high school far away from the cruel trio, I'm on my way to becoming the best person and nurse I can be. When the trio shows up on my campus, everything goes to shit. The three might've fooled everyone into thinking they're the saviors, but I know they're up to their old tricks. But the more time I'm forced to spend with them, the more I see that they've changed. My heart says I can trust them. My soul wants all three. Is it possible to put my past behind me and surrender myself to my three men? They need to remember that I'm not the weak girl I used to be. I refuse to run. I'll face the trio this time and bring them down to their knees.

My alarm should have been my wake-up call, but it was Matthew' s frantic Discord messages, desperate for me to play a game of Valorant. He promised good money for a few hours of coaching – a lifeline I desperately needed with my tuition due and my mom' s medical bills piling up. I logged in, ready to carry strangers, but one player stood out: "Nyx," a mysterious, rich gamer who offered me a retainer, making me her exclusive coach. My life flipped overnight as my channel, "Stardust_vlr," exploded online thanks to anonymous, lavish donations from "0x." Then, my mom set me up on a blind coffee date with a "friend" from UCLA. It was Stella, the helpful girl who' d given me directions on my first day. We hit it off, becoming real-life friends, completely unaware of our deep connection in the virtual world. The biggest Twitch charity tournament arrived, and I finally enabled my face-cam, revealing Ethan Scott, the broke freshman. Across campus, Stella watched, realizing the face belonged to the quiet guy she knew, and that Stardust was Ethan. Just as the tournament countdown began, I heard Nyx' s voice in my headset, and the pieces clicked into place. Nyx was Stella. The shock was mutual, paralyzing us both as the biggest game of our lives was about to begin. How could my coach, my anonymous benefactor, and the girl my parents set me up with all be the same person?

For four years, I played the part of the perfect, pathetic wife to my billionaire husband, Damian Nunez. Bleeding from a gunshot wound I took to secure a multi-billion-dollar deal for his company, I dragged myself to our penthouse, ready to finally end the charade. I found him in our bedroom with another woman-Hayleigh, the one the world called his true soulmate. He didn't notice the blood soaking my clothes and pooling at my feet. He just looked at me with pure disgust. "You're dripping water on the rug." He mocked me when I handed him divorce papers, threatening to send me back to the gutter I came from. He had no idea our entire marriage was just a sick game he played. I later learned it was all for a college bet. He endured four years with me just to win a sports car by tricking the "poorest girl on campus" into marrying him. I signed away every right to his fortune and walked out. He thought I was leaving with nothing. But when I stepped into the armored Rolls-Royce waiting for me, I wasn't an orphan anymore. I was the heir to the Carlisle fortune, and I was going to make him pay for his arrogance by destroying everything he had ever built.

"Bro, it's not a big deal. I'm just fucking her." My heart stopped. Kendall's voice replied, "But man, what would people think if you made her your girl? That'd be crazy work." "I'm not stupid," Jalen said flatly. "I'd never make her mine. It's only sex, nothing more. And honestly? It's not that good anymore. I was gonna let her down easy before break." ...... Aria, a plus-size beauty, thought her scholarship and condo arrangements were a dream until she met her roommate, Talia. Rich, spoiled, and instantly cruel, Talia made Aria's life miserable. Talia's new boyfriend, Jalen, was the campus golden boy. When Aria and Jalen were paired for a project, they clicked in ways neither expected from late night talks to shared secrets and undeniable sexual chemistry. On Halloween night, during an all campus party, Aria sees Talia cheating on Jalen. One emotional night led to an affair that changed everything... until Jalen says some really damaging words to his roommate that were unforgivable and also heard by a once happy but now upset Aria. Disappointed, fed up, and heartbroken, Aria leaves campus and never looks back. TEN YEARS LATER Aria returns for the ten year reunion, confident, stunning, and a self-made CEO. Jalen is still gorgeous... but stuck in a miserable marriage with Talia. She ignores him. Talia tries to humiliate her. Aria wins the room. As she leaves, Jalen kisses her. She lets herself feel it, then slaps him and walks away. THE BUSINESS MERGER Jalen's cruise line needs Aria's brand to revamp their image. She agrees, reluctantly. Now they're forced to work side by side, trapped between old wounds and new sparks. Some love stories never die. But some can burn you twice.

Loretta is new to college and wants to experience campus life only for her to get mixed up on her first day. Loretta doesn't get to meet with the kindest roommate friend which makes her to feel more awkward after she had made her way to the wrong room only to see for the first time a stripped man Infront of her who was her lecturer. Catch me on DARK OBSESSION to find out more

Are you tired of every hockey romance turning into pure erotica by chapter ten? We are going back to basics. This is about the tension. The secrets. The stolen glances across a crowded campus, the brush of a bare hand in a freezing ice rink, and the dangerous boy who would burn the world down just to keep her safe. Caroline Reed is invisible by choice. As a pre-law student fighting to maintain a flawless 4.50 GPA, she hides in the shadows of the university athletics department. She analyzes sports compliance data just to keep her scholarship intact. Her life is perfectly ordered and perfectly safe. Leo Kincaid is the untouchable hockey captain. He is ruthless on the ice and completely guarded off it. Everyone thinks he is just another arrogant, golden boy athlete. But the numbers do not lie. When Caroline reviews the latest game footage, she finds a terrifying statistical pattern. Leo is intentionally taking penalties and throwing specific plays. When she confronts him in the dead of night at the empty arena, she expects a confession of greed. Instead, she uncovers a dangerous underground betting ring that is blackmailing him. By speaking up, Caroline has just put a massive target on her own back. Now, the only way Leo can protect her is to pull her directly into his spotlight. He forces her into his daily life under the guise of needing a personal academic manager. Suddenly, the invisible girl is everywhere he is. He watches her constantly. He fiercely dictates who she talks to. And in the quiet, frozen moments between the chaos, Caroline begins to realize that the brutal captain is the safest place she could ever be.

‎Warning: This book consists of R-rated scenes and contains BL smuts. Adrian Vale is a 24-year-old young and strikingly charismatic English professor at Blackwood College. Despite his strict reputation in the classroom and his sharp intolerance for laziness, he remains one of the most admired lecturers on campus, with almost every female student secretly crushing on him. Yet behind his calm authority and flawless image, Adrian is fiercely private and completely uninterested in relationships. ‎ ‎Ryder, 21, is a third-year student at the same college and a rising hockey player known for his talent, arrogance, and troublemaking streak. He's not a freshman anymore, and his confidence has only grown with time-along with his reputation for challenging authority whenever it suits him. To most people, Ryder is just another cocky athlete with too much freedom and not enough discipline. ‎ ‎Everything changes when Ryder and his friend make a reckless bet-one that challenges Ryder to break Professor Vale's unshakable control, push him past his limits, and get under his skin in ways no student has ever managed before. Ryder and Professor Vale cross paths in a way neither of them can ignore. What begins as irritation, defiance, and constant clashes in and out of the classroom slowly turns into something far more dangerous. The tension between them is undeniable, blurring the line between hatred and desire. ‎ ‎But at Blackwood College, relationships between students and lecturers are strictly forbidden. One wrong move could destroy Adrian's career and end Ryder's future in hockey. Still, neither of them seems willing-or able-to walk away. ‎

Bella was terrified and helpless when Liam fucked her and kidnapped her from her adoptive parents' house. As if his actions weren't cruel enough to destroy Bella's life, Liam threatened to send the rape video to Bella's boyfriend and all her friends on campus. Bella had no choice but to get involved in Liam's game to help him get revenge on her adoptive family. While in Liam's captivity, Bella learned the reason behind Liam's revenge. But after the rottenness of her adoptive family was revealed, Bella began to realize that her feelings for Liam had changed. The spark of anger in her heart gradually turned into a spark of lust that was difficult to extinguish. Could Bella save Liam's heart from darkness with her love?

I married Veronica Hayes, the woman whose family destroyed mine. She thought she was setting a trap for a fool. She didn' t know she was walking into a decade of meticulous planning. Ten years ago, in college, I poured my soul into a painting, a raw, dark piece, a silent scream about my father' s story. She stopped in front of it with her entourage, a campus celebrity with her sharp wit and even sharper tongue. "A starving artist," she announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. "How cliché. I bet he thinks this mess is profound." Laughter rippled around me. My face burned with humiliation, and I stood there, speechless, as she turned and walked away without a second glance. Then, three months ago, she reappeared in my dusty studio, a vision in a power suit that probably cost more than everything I owned. Her charisma filled the small space, and her smile was bright, almost blinding. "Alex Miller," she said. "I' ve been following your work. You' re incredibly talented." My paintbrush dripped onto the floor as I stared at her, saying nothing. She didn' t seem to mind. She walked through my studio, examining my art with intense interest. Finally, she turned back to me. "I have a proposal for you, Alex." I waited. "Marry me." The words hung in the air, absurd and thick. The woman who had publicly branded me a failure wanted to marry me. "And in return," she continued, "I' ll make you the CEO of one of my startups. A tech company. InnovateAI. You' ll have a salary, stock options, a place in the world. No more starving." She gestured around my studio, a faint pity in her eyes, a perfect performance. My friends all warned me. "It' s a trick, Alex." "She' s a shark. Remember college?" "No one just hands you a company for getting married. It' s insane." They were right, of course. It was insane. And it was a trick. I knew Veronica' s reputation: ruthless, manipulative, her father' s daughter. But they didn' t know my secret. They didn' t know I' d been waiting for an opportunity like this for a decade. I looked at Veronica, her eyes shining with false sincerity. I let a look of stunned, hopeful disbelief cross my face. My voice trembled just a little. "You' re serious?" "Completely," she said, her smile widening. "We need to do it quickly, though. A whirlwind romance. The board loves a good story. It' ll be a PR masterpiece for the company launch." I pretended to be overwhelmed, running a hand through my hair, letting out a shaky breath. "Yes," I said, my voice filled with manufactured excitement. "Yes, I' ll marry you." Her eyes lit up with victory. She thought she had me, the poor, struggling artist dazzled by wealth and power, ready to be her pawn. She had no idea that I was the one holding the board, and she had just handed me all the pieces I needed to win the game.

My life was finally mending after the nightmare that shattered everything. I was rebuilding my academic career, my family was recovering, and my fiancé, David, and I were slowly piecing our lives back together. Then, a text message flashed across my phone, sending a shot of ice through my veins: a seemingly innocent invitation from my old friend, Kate, to a university exhibit preview. My stomach clenched, remembering the chilling déjà vu. Last time, that exact invitation led to a priceless historical artifact appearing in my bag, my academic dreams dissolving into dust. It cost my parents their retirement savings, tarnished David’s promising career, and culminated with me bleeding out, left for dead in a desolate parking lot by a deranged fanatic. I knew this was the trap again, meticulously set. How could I possibly prove my innocence when the truth had failed me before? But I wasn’t the naive victim I once was. This time, I had a plan, born from the bitter ashes of my past. I made a desperate, calculated choice: I got intentionally drunk and drove. The flashing blue and red lights in my rearview mirror were a grim confirmation of my sacrifice, my pre-planned alibi. They would arrest me, document my whereabouts, miles away and undeniably off-campus when the theft surely occurred. This time, the system couldn't use me. This time, I would fight back to expose the real mastermind, no matter the cost.

To escape the tragic legacy of my famous mother, I hid my identity, becoming a plain, forgettable film student. I fell hard for Hayes McCall, the campus playboy, believing our love was real. But he was just using me. I was a human shield, a decoy to protect the real object of his affection: the fragile campus "it-girl," Karmen. He let me get bullied and kidnapped. He stole my thesis film-a tribute to my mother's memory-and gave it to Karmen to claim as her own. When I tried to fight back, he destroyed my work, my past, everything. At graduation, my ex-roommate projected a video to the entire auditorium, branding me a high-class escort who slept with powerful men. "She's a disgrace!" she screamed, as the crowd turned on me. I calmly walked to the podium, my voice cutting through the noise. "You're accusing a Zamora of being a gold-digger?" I let the name hang in the air before delivering the final blow. "I don't climb the ladder. I am the ladder."

Love was never in Claire Mitchell's plans. A disciplined and reclusive Harvard scholarship student, she has spent her entire life chasing excellence, not romance. To her, love is about being the perfect match-an ideal fit. But her carefully built walls begin to crumble when she crosses paths with Christopher Miller, the enigmatic billionaire professor who seems to challenge everything she believes. Christopher never knew love-only power, wealth, and influence. To him, love is sacrifice. When he first meets Claire, she sees him as nothing more than an arrogant professor and a persistent nuisance. She has no idea he's the anonymous benefactor behind her scholarship. Amused by her defiance and drawn to her in ways he can't explain, Christopher finds himself breaking his own rules, making her life both a challenge and an irresistible pull. Their attraction ignites like wildfire, but Claire refuses to give in. She's determined to graduate without distractions, while Christopher is determined to prove she belongs with him. Their constant clashes-both on and off campus-fuel an undeniable chemistry. But as Christopher presses her for answers about love and what it means to her, he realizes he may never fit her definition. Just when their slow-burning connection deepens, misunderstandings and betrayal threaten to tear them apart. Christopher misreads Claire's intentions, pushing her away at the worst possible moment. The fallout is catastrophic-an argument that changes everything, leaving Claire with a devastating memory loss and Christopher questioning if he's lost her forever. Now, Christopher must risk it all to undo his mistakes, while Claire struggles to find the truth buried in the fragments of her past. As they battle regrets, heartbreak, and the weight of their own fears, one question remains: Can love survive when everything they believe in threatens to keep them apart?

I was just a normal college sophomore, studying journalism, living with my roommate, Britt. She was a self-proclaimed social justice warrior online, constantly posting, but sometimes her "activism" felt more like twisting things to make people feel small. This Thanksgiving, I posted a simple, sweet photo of my dad and me, saying how thankful I was for my hero firefighter father. A few hours later, a friend sent a screenshot from CampusWhisper, our anonymous gossip app. It was my photo, my dad, with a vile caption calling me a "pick-me" celebrating "patriarchal figures." My stomach dropped when I saw the edge of my phone in the background. Only Britt could have taken that screenshot from my phone. When I confronted her, she sneered, defending herself as "speaking truth to power," even calling my dad an "oppressive machine." Campus security ordered her to apologize, but Britt retaliated, mocking me on TikTok, painting me as a sensitive, "triggered conservative." Then came the rumors, and a guy, clearly put up to it by Britt, made a disgusting comment implying she' d shown them fabricated, explicit images of me and my dad. My blood ran cold imagining what she created. I charged her, demanding to see her phone, and she screamed, faking an assault. Me, assaulting her? The humiliation was unbearable. I couldn't understand why her hatred was so personal, so extreme. What kind of person creates something like that about someone's father? What was wrong with her? That' s when I called my Uncle Dave, a no-nonsense lawyer. He told me to start gathering every piece of evidence. This wasn't just online drama anymore; this was a war, and I was going to fight back. I had no idea then, how far she would be willing to go, or what I would have to do to stop her before she destroyed my life – and potentially ended it.

My life was a perfect fairytale, or so I thought. Born into old money, I was the golden girl who married Yale University's campus prince, Liam Vanderbilt. Two years into our blissful marriage, I quit my job, ready to start the family we'd always dreamed of. Then, Liam announced a year-long project in London, barely coming home to pack. I missed him terribly, barraging him with texts, but only met with silence. My best friend, Chloe, delivered the crushing news: Liam' s old flame, Serena Dubois, was back from Paris and working in his London office. Then Liam' s assistant confirmed: the new Vice President, familiar with Europe, accompanied him – a woman. My worst fears confirmed, I lay in bed, the realization hitting me like a punch: Liam's private Instagram account, a shrine to a girl from his prep school, Serena. He didn't just leave, he left for his first love, the jet named after me presumably carrying her. I was suffering through fertility treatments, waiting for him, while he was with her. My dream of a baby, our perfect life, shattered by his betrayal. Why marry me if he only truly loved her? Then I woke up, sweating, to a message from Liam. My desperate "I want a divorce" text received only one two-word response: "Fine." He didn't beg, he didn't explain. He just agreed. The only jet available to follow him to London was 'The Hailey,' the one he gifted me. Then I collapsed. When I opened my eyes, I was back on Yale's Old Campus, the day I first tried to ask Liam out. He stood before me, arrogant and young, wearing the Rolex I knew was Serena' s gift. I remembered his cutting rejection from my past life, and the thought of reliving that humiliation made me sick. But this time, I wouldn't let him break me. This time, I was getting off this rollercoaster before it even started.

My ex humiliated me on live arena TV when he dropped to one knee for another woman. An hour later, I accidentally wrecked a luxury car belonging to Karius, Elijah, and Chase-the three most ruthless, possessive hockey captains on campus. I couldn't pay. So they offered a deal: Six months. Live-in personal assistant. Total surrender. They thought they bought a broken girl hiding under oversized hoodies. They didn't realize I'm the secret sports genius holding the keys to their entire season. Now my ex wants me back. The media wants my scandal. And three dominant athletes just backed me against the wall with a final warning: "You're not paying off a debt anymore, sweetheart. You're never leaving this bed."

Pricilla Queen George, the youngest daughter in the George family who has just graduated from her master's degree after years of studying at a university in the city of Jakarta. She graduated as the most outstanding student on her campus. Because of her intelligence, the girl who is usually called Cilla can immediately work at a large company as a secretary to the CEO. It's a shame that being a secretary didn't expect what Cilla imagined, moreover she got a boss who was elegant and arrogant. Cilla is an American-Indonesian half-breed and has a beautiful face that fascinates many men at the beginning of their meeting, but this does not apply to Cilla's boss, Leon. Gradually, due to Cilla's frequent interactions with her boss, the two of them began to feel the seeds of love until finally Leon confessed his love for the girl first. However, after only a few weeks, the two of them were in a relationship, Leon's past appeared, which in fact Leon had not completely forgotten about it. What about the boss and secretary relationship? Will Leon choose to maintain their budding relationship? Or does Leon prefer a past that he can't forget?

Senior student Victoria Winner is the campus queen and the heiress of her father's empire, her name and beauty give her the strength to feel she owns the world. She is the hottest girl on campus, yet she doesn't want to date because, for her, no one is above her, and she is too beautiful to date just with anyone. And too proud of herself that no boys have ever kissed her. Girls envy her while she can toy the boys with her fingers. Until one day, a new guy on campus ruined her reputation by kissing her. Oliver Prize is the handsome and hot Alpha of the Valiant Pack, the most feared pack in the entire werewolf community. He was devastated when the elders asked him to watch over his mate from the Sterling Pack since he doesn't believe in falling in love, and having a mate; for him, it was only a waste of time and energy. Oliver was forced to pretend as a high school senior student transferee at Zenith Academy, and his bad-boy yet mysterious aura made the girls fall for him except with one girl, Victoria. Excerpt: "How dare you steal my first kiss from me?" Victoria hissed as she looked daggers at Oliver. "And why do you ever feel so stressed about it when I can feel you enjoyed that kiss so much? It was just a kiss, Victoria. Besides, you don't even know how to kiss." Oliver replied with a smirk that made her angrier. "If you want, I can give you a kissing tutorial for free." He said and left her without taking a second glance, and that is why Victoria hated him with all her heart. He was the only guy on campus who got the courage to mess with the school queen by kissing her. He hated everything about her especially her guts, but he couldn't deny himself that the kiss he shared with Victoria was the best kiss he ever had. During Victoria's eighteenth birthday, she discovered what she truly is, a secret she can't even tell her best friend. And she realized the world she knew was all lies. Victoria couldn't accept what she was, and she found refuge in the arms of her mortal enemy, Oliver Prize. Victoria realized her archnemesis was her only salvation to survive in the new world full of mysteries and wickedness where she thought she would never belong. Can Victoria protect her heart from falling in love with the boy she hated the most? Is the Alpha going to deny or accept to himself that love exist and it is real when he realizes Victoria Winner, the mate he wanted to reject, captured his heart?