She realized that her love for her professor was probably nothing more than a childish infatuation. She wasn't in love with him. She was in love with the thoughts that came with him. Flashbacks of Disney Movies and Nicholas Sparks book made movies flashed through her brain as she wished to reach for his hand and clasp his. She longed for that love she had always witnessed as a young girl. She wanted to be a princess but the truth was she wanted to be saved. She wanted to be rescued. But not from the dragon guarding her castle or from the evil stepmother. She wanted to be saved from herself. From the demons that guarded her brain and her evil spirit haunting her every waking moment. She wanted someone to see the life in her she thought had died as soon as the movies stopped rolling. The dream to be a princess failed to come the next night. And the love for herself dropped like petals from a flower. Not a typical student- teacher love story.

"Tóso ómorfi," someone almost growled behind me. My heart jolted with shock in my chest as I shrieked and whirled around. An imposing man stood before me, his almost-black eyes full of desire. The sleek tuxedo he was wearing fitted the broad expanse of his torso like a second skin. His sun kissed complexion was without flaw and a shadow crept across the shape of his clean shaven jawline. I could smell the bittersweet musk of his aftershave from where I was standing. He was the human vessel of Adonis. In less than two steps, he had strode forwards until he was right in front of my face. I could not breathe. The air was as heavy as lead in my lungs. A second passed. He paused-I allowed the moment I had to recoil from him to dissipate around us-and he gripped my chin hard and pushed his mouth fiercely over mine. I was paralyzed and my mind raced. Why was he in the women's toilets? Frances Hayward is a journalist known for her ice queen demeanour-despite her popular articles discussing the do's and don'ts of romance as alter ego Valerie D'Voire. She is also cursed with the burden of keeping her emotions in check after an accident in her past. Ensuring her dormant state is natural for Frances, but tensions run high and remaining in control proves difficult when she meets Greek bachelor Mr Krieos.

"It was then my mother was set on fire." When Beatrice stumbles upon a crazed man in the forest she barely gets away with her life. Unable to convince anyone of his presence, she tries not to go anywhere near him again but that seems impossible when unfortunate situations arise and feelings change. Her life had always been relatively normal until she met him but she never thought it'd take a holiday to Crazy Town like it did. As the murder count piles high, and the supernatural creatures take residence in her small, quaint town, she must fight for what she believes is right while trying not to lose her mind over everyone's lies and deception. Believing to be on top of the game, she's in for a shock as she realises she must give up those most precious to her or risk endangering Earth to those with greed on their mind and blood on their hands. HUMOUR | ACTION | ROMANCE | PARANORMAL | FANTASY |

Working in a kitchen can be really hot, through in a little love and a lot of steamy sex, things could get down right explosive. So if you think you can handle the heat... ✮isis✮

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

I looked up at the star filled night sky as the tears I had been holding back poured out of my eyes uncontrollably. My life changed in an blink of an eye so to say. Two months ago, two months ago I was just a normal teenage girl going into womanhood. Now I am the wife to the one and only Triumph heir. I didn't want this nor did he. He, my husband. Well only legally so to say. Zephyr Zeus Triumph weds Evangelique Diamond Thornton. No one in their wildest dreams would have ever imagined a girl like me getting married to him. He was every woman's fantasy and desire. His eyes, oh his killer eyes that make my breathing heavy everytime that I get to look at them, which has only been 2 times so far. He was the notoriously infamous, multimillionaire womanizer that girls like me should stay away from and guys like him disliked. Heck, even I wouldn't have thought or imagined of such a drastic change in my life. But life is full of surprises and it never goes as planned. My life from being a straight perfectly paved road had suddenly took the worst twists and turns. I wasn't given a choice and neither was he. Our families forced us in matrimony as a deal sealer to the amalgamation of the Diamond and Triumph empire. I knew he never liked me, no man was ever attracted to me. I don't know was it because of my father's overprotectiveness of constantly surrounding me with guards or was I really not beautiful at all. Our marriage was a deal, nothing but a contract or a piece of paper as he called it. But the way he treated me and acted with me in the very few times we were forced to be together, had proved that he knew something that I didn't. Sometimes I just give up and let myself believe that it's nothing but the fact that he genuinely hates me. As I was just settling down as a newly wed, my life took a turn again. For the better or worst, I have yet to find out myself.