At Blackwood University, Professor Valentina Armstrong is known for being untouchable. Cold. Controlled. Impossible to read. Students fear her sharp tongue as much as they admire her brilliance, and Valentina intends to keep it that way. Distance is safer. Feelings complicate things. And after years of shutting the world out, she's convinced she no longer needs anyone. Then Isabelle Scott walks into her classroom. Isabelle is quiet in the way storms are quiet before they break. Living alone at university gave her an escape from the abusive home she left behind, but freedom doesn't erase trauma. Sleepless nights, panic attacks, and the constant weight of pretending she's okay follow her everywhere she goes. Valentina notices the things no one else does: the shaking hands, the exhaustion hidden behind sarcasm, the way Isabelle flinches when someone raises their voice. What begins as concern slowly becomes something far more dangerous. Late-night office hours turn into conversations neither of them can forget. Stolen glances become lingering touches. And somewhere between poetry discussions and shared silences, the walls around both of them begin to crack. But love was never supposed to happen here. Not between a professor who buried her heart years ago and a student still learning how to survive. Especially when the world would destroy them for it. ONLY IN HER HANDS is a dark, emotional WLW romance about healing, obsession, vulnerability, and two women trying to find safety in each other when neither of them knows how to be loved.

Anna expected a drunken conversation with a stranger. She didn't expect to walk into her lecture the next morning and find the same woman standing at the front of the room. What started as curiosity becomes friendship. Friendship becomes something neither of them wants to name and as the line between right and wrong begins to blur, both women are forced to decide how much they're willing to risk. Please leave comments and suggestions for future chapters!!!

Have you ever felt something for a person you shouldn't feel? Sunny knows the feeling too well, she got a new teacher in literature class. Miss Austin is stern, demanding and playful but she hides something that will shock everyone.

Mia has learned not to expect too much-from school, from home, or from the people around her. With a mother who drinks and a life that feels fragile at best, getting through the day is often all she can manage. When the new school year begins, Ms. Elmont becomes her mentor. She's calm, warm, and attentive in a way that feels different. She notices Mia's silences, her absences, the things she never says out loud. Sometimes, it feels as if Ms. Elmont understands her before Mia even understands herself. As Mia struggles to hold everything together, a quiet connection begins to form. Lingering looks. Conversations that last just a second too long. Feelings that blur the line between safety and longing. But some bonds aren't as new as they seem. And some feelings arrive long before they're allowed to exist.

I was called a prodigy-a genius. But I didn't truly understand genius until I met her. Esphyr Delaunay, you changed my life for the better... and I will follow you anywhere. Quick note that all the MLs focus on the MC. 3 of the MLs are half siblings, and there is no incest in the book. I'm just saying this because I don't want it brought up later on so don't read if you don't like.

One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.

Two professors. One university. And a rivalry so intense it leaves the campus buzzing and them burning. "I hate that you make good points." "No, you hate that I make them before you." "You've been staring at me for five minutes." "No, I'm calculating how your brain managed to produce such arrogance." "Your handwriting is as chaotic as your reasoning." "And yet, somehow, both still win awards." Professor Lilian Rose is the golden standard. Calm, precise, impossibly brilliant. Her lectures soothe, her students excel. She commands respect without raising her voice. Professor Daisy Oliver? Sharp, unrelenting, lethal with a pen and a gaze. Her exams crush egos, her top scorers become legends, and she wears her reputation like a whip. But when they're alone... the rules dissolve. A library encounter. A mislaid paper. Fingers brushing over ink-stained notes. A flash of heat, of awareness, of want neither of them admits. Every snide remark, every playful jab, drips with tension thicker than any lecture hall. "I hate the way you make me think... and want." "You want it more than you admit." Glances linger. Hands almost touch. Every argument teeters between humiliation and something more intimate. A spark ignites, fierce and undeniable. Their rivalry is no longer about grades or prestige it's about control, surrender, and discovering just how far each is willing to push the other. Exams become excuses. Faculty meetings, battlefields of lust disguised as debate. And behind closed doors? They explore the friction, the heat, the unspoken fantasies that have haunted their every interaction. Brains, bodies, and boundaries collide. Pride fights desire, arrogance battles obsession, and when fire meets fire, only scorched skin and satisfied, secret smiles remain. The war of intellect has become a war of lust. And someone is going to win... or lose... entirely.

In the historic city of Boston, where old money and ambition quietly shape every corner, stands one of the most prestigious law schools in the country. Behind its ivy-covered walls and polished reputation, students are trained not just in law but in discipline, power, and control. Among its staff is a law teacher who commands attention without ever needing to raise her voice. On the surface, she is cold, strict, and unreachable, the kind of teacher students speak about in whispers before they ever step into her classroom. But outside the school walls, she is entirely different: confident, lively, and effortlessly magnetic. With a background as a former lawyer and a life of wealth behind her, she never planned to return to a classroom... until she did. Her name is Dr. Alina Rhodes And then there is the student. Everly Laine. A quiet girl who keeps to herself, always choosing the back row where she can observe without being noticed. After the death of her mother and her father starting a new life with someone else, she was sent away to this school - a fresh start she didn't ask for. She doesn't speak much, but when she does, people listen. There is something gentle about her presence, something easily overlooked... until you look closer. Hi just to let you know I'm updating this story 3 chapters at a time as fast as I can I've been uploading daily at the moment x

Jen Morrison is a teacher, a young but good teacher. She teaches history at Green Hall Comprehensive, has done since she moved to West Wales six years ago with her daughter. Tess Paron is the hot law teacher. Can you see what's going to happen? Yeah me too. WARNING - Themes of rape & sexual assault

"Who was your first kiss?" Ares asked very seriously and my face started reddening. "I. . . haven't been kissed. Yet." I looked away as I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes and admit this. "Why not?" Why was he asking me this? "You obviously know why. I'm average, I'm just a normal girl." I was interrupted by an impatient scoff. "That's not why." "Fine, you tell me why." I retorted but instantly regretted it. He was going to tell me that I wasn't pretty enough or that I wasn't interesting enough or- "You were waiting." *** "My jaw is on the floor!!! I'm so sad it's over" -AlexysZor-El "Honestly one of the best wattpad books I've read" -baebae_blue_hair "This was the first story I've ever read on Wattpad. That's how I fell in love with this app. Thank you author!" -inaffetss *** Highest Rankings | #2 in Werewolf | #1 in Fiction Translated into 5 languages