Class D Scp Novels & Stories

In his second year at university, Cameron is focused on keeping his grades up, hanging out with his friends, and avoiding unnecessary drama. A football jock and a math major, Camron has struggled in his life to reach here. He met his total opposite, Evans Blake. Evans is everything Cameroon isn't: rich trust fund baby, and fiercely competitive. Evans is constantly in the spotlight, with a spotless academic record to match his athletic prowess. But he’s also sharp-tongued, and Cameroon's carefree attitude rubs him the wrong way from the start. A chance run-in during a heated debate in philosophy class spirals into an all-out rivalry between the two. Forced into a group project together, their mutual annoyance escalates. But underneath the tension, both Cameroon and Evans start noticing each other in ways they hadn't expected. As they spend more time together—both in class and after a wild night that leads to a surprising kiss—their animosity begins to blur into something else entirely.

17-year old Lexy and her girlfriend try to balance high school life with a major secret; they’re vampires. However, when a new girl arrives in class one day, school soon becomes the least of their worries as they fight against pure evil to save the human world as we know it. Relationships will be tested, hearts will be broken, blood will be spilled.

When your bf cheated and you spent a great night with a 🔥 stranger. You woke up and realized you're late for the online seminar of the most popular pr0fess0r. You dashed out of the bedroom, wearing the man's t shirt, Then the whole class saw you through the profess0r's live stream... You😱: pr0fess0r...did we???

Eveyln White was used to living a double life - college student by day at the top of her class, mousy and introverted, and a bombshell stripper by night only known as Eve. Things all come to a head when her bouncer boyfriend, Charlie, angers a patron of the club, who turns out to be one of the most dangerous men in the world, Mafia Boss Antonio Bernoti.

At the engagement party for one of our former high school classmates, the bride suggested we play King's Cup. Whoever drew Eight had to do a cross-arm toast with someone of the opposite sex in front of everyone. My husband, Luke Flandern, had always been a germaphobe. The second he saw the card in his hand, his brow furrowed. I stood up, ready to help him out. But then—Sarah Weaver, the girl everyone called the beauty of our class, who was sitting right across from him—asked softly, "Need a hand?" Luke looked at her, and the frown on his face instantly melted. "Yeah, sure." The room erupted. Everyone was laughing and cheering. "Classic Luke—always generous. No wonder he was valedictorian back in the day." "Someone get this on camera. The golden couple from high school is finally reconnecting after all these years? That's destiny right there." Sarah blushed and shyly reached her wine glass toward him. Luke smiled and didn't pull away. I just stood off to the side, quietly watching the two of them drink that cross-arm toast together. And then I remembered how I'd been ready to help him out. A bitter smile crossed my lips. Guess I was kidding myself.

“Touch me again, and I swear I’ll kiss you just to ruin you.” He was supposed to guard me—not make me feel like burning. After a near-fatal poisoning, mafia heir Renzo D’Amico wakes up trapped in a countryside safehouse under the watch of a mute, brooding bodyguard with a face carved from stone and eyes that never look away. Bram Hale doesn’t speak. He doesn’t smile. And he definitely doesn’t care—until he does. Renzo’s used to playing with fire, but Bram? He is the fire. Cold. Controlled. Deadly. They clash. They burn. And somewhere between survival, secrets, and stolen glances… a line gets crossed. But someone still wants Renzo dead. And this time, his heart might not survive the fallout.

During an elective class, the campus belle, Jemima Ford, who is our senior, describes her ideal type with everyone egging her on. She says, "My future husband has to be at least six feet two inches tall. His parents must be college professors, and his grades should be top three in his major…" The room buzzes with teasing chatter and gossip. At the same time, I snap up my head in surprise. Why does Jemima's description of her ideal type sound like my boyfriend, Elijah Sanders? The next second, the professor standing by the podium smiles obsequiously and says, "Very well said. If Eli hears this, he'll definitely be very happy! Later, the two of you can meet. That way, he won't get tricked by some naive girl into going abroad." Amid the burst of laughter from the class, I lower my eyes and look at the message my parents sent me. It reads, "Sweetheart, are you really going abroad with your boyfriend? There'll be no one left to inherit our company with you gone."

My blood ran cold. Not just because of the words, they’d done worse than the scheme. They mocked me. Rewrote my pain as a punchline. Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his. If this was a curse, I’d break it. If this was a second chance? I’d weaponize it. Let them laugh. Let them bask in their borrowed joy. Because from this moment on, I’m not playing the quiet, obedient pawn. I’m the storm they tried to silence. The reckoning wrapped in silk and scars. They don’t deserve peace. Not after what they did to me. I’ll make them feel it. The same agony, the same betrayal. No, worse. Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.

When her family decided to sell her to the Alpha King in exchange for the vast lands, and a Villa closer to the Royal family of wolves Althea thought that she sacrificed for a greater cause. Zed Greyback, is not only the most gorgeous wolf she has ever seen in her life but also the most powerful and fearsome wolf in all. But he only accepted her to indulged his father upon receiving the title of the Alpha King. Zed couldn't care less who's he going to marry and he planned not to touch someone from the low class wolves. And during their ceremony, she saw nothing but contempt on his eyes. Then she was sent away, on the farthest part of the land owned by the Alpha King. Left there for three years, and only saw her chance of getting away from their loveless relationship when Zed's father died. For the chance on a new love, she wanted out of her marriage from him. She thought it would be easy because he didn't like her, but when they met again things changed. And Zed doesn't want to break their marriage but in fact to fulfill it? Althea wasn't sure what he wants from her, she'd only sure about something, he makes her heart flutter even after being sent away.

Mr. Rajendra Singh Chauhan got his darling granddaughter and the only heir of the Chouhan family, Krishika Chauhan, married to a lowly worker of his office knowing that Krishika will never be able to adjust in a middle class family. After all, what became such a compulsion due to which Rajendra Singh Chauhan had to get his granddaughter married to a lowly worker in his office.