campus Romance Short Dramas

It was the kind of cold that seeped into your bones. In my past life, I was locked in the abandoned freezer beneath St. Jude Preparatory Academy. Outside the door stood my biological brother Spencer, along with Landon—my boyfriend of three years. And between them, wearing Landon's oversized football jacket, was my stepsister Lacey. "Blythe, just admit you bullied me. Post an apology video to the whole school, and Spencer will let you out." Lacey's voice trembled, fake tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. Spencer's voice cut through the metal door like ice: "Blythe, you brought this on yourself. You've been terrorizing Lacey at school, pushed her to the edge. Maybe some time in there will teach you what decency looks like." Landon's voice dripped with disappointment: "Jesus, Blythe. I thought I knew you. This isn't who you are." I pounded on the iron door until my fists were raw, screaming until my voice gave out. I told them the truth—that I never touched Lacey. That she was the one forcing girls to their knees in the bathroom. That she stole my exam. That every shred of "evidence" was manufactured. No one believed me. I froze to death in that sub-zero hellhole. As the cold claimed me, staring at my blue-purple fingers, all I felt was pure, burning hate. Then I opened my eyes again—back to the day it all began.

Three years of chasing Chase Blackwood, and all I got was a front-row seat to him tonguing my "sister." The old me would've cried. Begged. Made a scene. The old me also ended up dead. Funny how a second chance at life gives you clarity. So here's what's different this time: I'm done being the pathetic ex. I'm done playing nice. I'm throwing champagne in his face and climbing into bed with Asher Hayes—his best friend, his rival, his worst nightmare. And Chase? He can rot.

Chloe Ashford destroyed me once. She pretended to be my best friend, eagerly setting me up with her stepbrother Vincent—when really, I was just a cover for their twisted relationship. She fattened me up, used me, and when she got bored, tossed me aside. A broken nose during gym class, nearly drowning by the pool, framed and cyberbullied until the whole internet turned against me. I dropped out. Had a complete mental breakdown. And then I jumped. But when I opened my eyes again, that line was playing on repeat—"Let me introduce you to my stepbrother." Somehow, I was back. That same party night.

Megan was the broken girl in the front row, hiding bruises under her white shirt. Logan was the cold, distant professor who saw through her lies. When Logan saves Megan from a brutal assault in the locker room, their professional boundaries shatter. He offers her a gilded cage in his luxury estate, promising protection from her abusive stepfather, Benjamin. But as their secret lessons turn into a dark, forbidden obsession, Megan realizes that Logan’s love might be just as dangerous as the monsters she’s running from. In a world of scandals, hidden cameras, and betrayal, how far will a professor go to own the soul of his student?

The night Julian Wright orchestrated his "rose ceremony," everyone expected a full meltdown. They were taking bets—would I show up sobbing, or would I skip straight to the roof? After all, everyone knew I was broke. Without Julian's money, I'd be out on my ass. But when Julian handed that rose to campus queen Chloe Miller, the ballroom doors never opened. No crying. No scene. The whole party lost its main event. What nobody knew was that while Julian was busy playing bachelor, I was sitting on his half-brother's leather couch in nothing but an oversized white dress shirt. Bare legs tucked under me. I glanced up at Vincent, catching my lower lip between my teeth. "Your couch is soaked. Where exactly are you planning to sleep tonight?" Vincent Wright's throat worked. Hard. He dragged his gaze away like it physically hurt. When he spoke, his voice came out wrecked: "Stay put. I'll grab a towel." A beat. Then rougher: "Need to get you dry."

"Miss Smith, I think I can smell your scent... it's so womanly..." I looked down at the boy hiding under the lectern, watching helplessly as he had his way with me right there in the classroom, while I had to pretend everything was normal... My name is Catherine, the university math teacher. With my husband always away on business trips, at thirty years old, I was like a nun guarding that double bed, never satisfied. Slowly, I developed some strange habits... and became bolder... The bell for the end of class had just rung, and teachers and students were flocking to the bathrooms in groups, chattering noisily outside. In one of the bathroom stalls, I was panting, squatting... my black lace panties down around my ankles, my face flushed with ecstasy as I indulged...

A half-witch, half-werewolf teen forced to hide her true identity struggles to survive a high school divided by magic and fangs—while resisting her fated mate, the future Alpha who doesn’t remember their childhood bond, and battling the jealous rival willing to destroy her to claim him.