| teacher x student | wxw | slow burn | When 19-year-old Lena James enters English Literature class, she expects nothing special. Instead, she meets Ms. Sinclair her cold, sharp-tongued British literature teacher. Elegant, cutting, and unbearably superior. From the very first lesson, the 34-year-old woman seems to take pleasure in dismantling Lena's every opinion with cruel precision. Lena hates her. She hates the condescending red marks on her essays, the raised eyebrow that makes her feel small, and the way Ms. Sinclair lingers in her thoughts long after class ends. But hate this intense has a way of twisting into something far more dangerous. With a strict 15-year age gap and an unbreakable teacher-student boundary, their slow-burning tension threatens to break every rule both in literature and in real life. Some lessons aren't taught kindly. And some hatreds taste too much like desire. "Ms. Sinclair's Secret"

[SLOW UPDATES] "Why are you so against wanting me, Princess?" She whispers in my ear as she keeps me against the wall, reeking of alcohol. "I know you want me just as much as I want you..." My breath hitched as I looked up at her, taking in those green lustful eyes that peered at me measuredly. "Tell me you want me." She says, expecting me to answer her - no, she wants me to answer. I don't have much of a choice. "I want..." I spoke up before being kissed aggressively. - - - Amelia Monroe is a 22 year old woman who lives a horrible life with her parents who seems to care more about drugs than her. Until, one day from work she comes home to see her parents debt collectors holding them at gunpoint. - ! WARNING! This story contains: Violence & Crime Intersex woman (G!P) Drugs Blood ** Rankings #1 Protective December 24, 2025 #1 Intersex January 31, 2026 #1 Conflict January 30, 2026 (Cover image belongs to the respectful owner(s). Please do not copy or use anything from my story without permission.)

Farah Grant has spent her entire life proving she's more than just the daughter of a business mogul. But when her father's empire faces ruin, he offers her up in a sweet deal disguised as an arranged marriage. The bride? The owner of an empire. A ruthless CEO who's as cold as the steel and glass towers she commands. From the start their relationship isn't made to work. Farah is fiery and passionate but against her "wife's" icy demeanour, it's different. Their marriage is supposed to be all about business, public appearances, and playing happy wives for the cameras. Nothing more. But behind closed doors, well that's a different story. Desire, passion and need make it hard for them to keep it all professional. But then again, contracts can't split but vows were made to be broken.

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

The shy girl wanted to prove she could be useful to the CEO's plan-seducing a dangerous man. Trembling, she carefully straddled Diana's lap, heart pounding, desperate to show she wasn't as helpless as she seemed. Diana's cold voice challenged her: "Is that all you can do? You think this is helping? Sitting on me, trembling like that?" But inside, watching Anna like this, she felt something she refused to admit-losing control. Anna ran away to start over. At nineteen, she left behind a strict father, a forced engagement, and a life that never felt like hers. Now she's tucked away in a quiet corner of Thailand, working at a small café and trying to find pieces of herself again. Then Diana (33) walked in. Cold, composed, and impossibly intimidating, Diana is the kind of woman who commands a room without saying a word. A powerful CEO with a mysterious edge and eyes that never miss a thing. She claims she's just there for coffee... but she lingers. Watches. Smiles, when no one's looking. When a spilled drink and an innocent apology turn into a moment neither of them expected, Anna finds herself pulled into a game she doesn't understand, one filled with secrets, tension, and a closeness that feels too dangerous to want. But Diana isn't just a customer. And Anna isn't just a girl working behind the counter. One is hiding a mission. The other is trying not to lose herself. And neither of them is ready for what's coming next.

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐅𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 only searched for one thing in life. Money. It was something that we all craved. However, Aria didn't want it for greedy reasons. She simply needed it in order to live comfortably. The way Aria acquired her income was draining- yet worth it. One of her jobs were deemed natural while the other was labeled as unnatural or inappropriate to some. Aria didn't give a shit what those "some" thought. She knew what was necessary for her future. However, the redhead becomes a little too money hungry and finds herself in a rather. . . steamy situation. Aria Fabienne encounters 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 and my god is their relationship a tough one. They may not be the perfect pair but by all means are they the most desirable.

"Giana, I let you get away with your disrespect long enough. You do not tell me to shut up. Disrespecting a Moltisanti is like disrespecting God." The shorter woman scoffed as best as she could seeing her air supply was being cut off. "Oh, so you think you're a god now?" Lucia twisted their bodies pressing Giana against the wall with a thud. "Con il modo in cui potrei averti in ginocchio implorando pietà." ["With the way, I could have you on your knees begging for mercy."] \\\\ Giana wanted nothing more than to graduate and finally move far away from her father who was the Mayor of Chicago and the public eye. But during winter break, she finds all her plans are put on hold when she's kidnapped and forced to spend the next few months at the Moltisanti Estate. Updates every other day!

"Good morning class, my name is Mrs. Hudson, I'm your new Science teacher". Diana Hudson, a perfect job, a caring husband and 2 loving kids. Sarah William, a valedictorian material, a straight As student, and everyone loves her. What will happen if these two meet? Will there be anything more than a teacher student relationship? PS: This is my first story Impressive rankings: #485 loveatfirstsight #618 cheating #654 lesbianromance

(This story is the second part of 'I really want you to hate me' You don't have to read the first part to understand this. Feel free to read it without it, but the story is clearer if you have read the first one. ) HAYLEY She is just too intimidating, too scary and too cold. And too freaking beautiful. So gorgeous that sometimes I forget to breathe when I look at her. LILLIAN I want to fix my marriage. Nothing can keep me away from that. Not even her. I will fix my marriage. Even if I can't look at anything else but her.