Ireal Isabella Angelis- Young bubbly girl,full of life. The families joy, cherish by her family and friends. Straight A student,never breaks any rules. That is Until she sets her eyes on him. The man of her dreams. Who happened to be her History teacher. A forbidden man. Will her deepest secret be revealed to the world. ........... "Sir What are you doing?"I asked breathlessly. "I don't know Ireal. You make me so crazy. Tell me to stop , please"he mutters but I whimper in response. Before I know it he slams his lips to mine crossing the line we couldn't come back from. ........ Thank you Navya for the great aesthetics and book covers. I love you. If you want Great Aesthetics and book covers please contact on _navyblueee_. #2 in lost love

Ivy is introspective and intelligent, driven by a need to understand herself and the world around her. While she's fiercely independent, she also craves validation, often struggling to separate her self-worth from others' perceptions of her. Her dark academia aesthetic reflects her desire for sophistication and mystery, but beneath her composed exterior, she carries a deep vulnerability. Aston is magnetic, enigmatic, and unapologetically confident, a man who commands attention without trying. His early life was chaotic and impulsive, leading to a reckless period in his 20s. Now, he's disciplined and focused, channeling his energy into his career as a psychology professor. However, beneath his calm exterior lies a darker, obsessive streak Their relationship is a constant battle between desire and restraint. Ivy is drawn to Aston's intensity but fears losing herself in him, while Aston wrestles with his need to protect and possess Ivy, even as he knows it could cost him everything.

"Bend over," he growls, the corner of his mouth turning upward. "No," I say lower lip quivering. I wanted to say yes, but what would that do to my scholarship. If anyone finds out I slept with him in his house let alone here at school we would both be in jeopardy. He moves back and runs his hand through his hair. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to. You can walk out right now if you don't want me to f*CK you." I part my lips and widen my eyes. He runs his knuckle down my arm and I shiver in pleasure. "If you don't want me to f*CK you like I did Friday night and Saturday morning." my face flushes and I look away from him. He moves closer and slides his hand through my arm. He grips my hip possessively and lowers his head to my ear. "Tell me you don't want me to get you off with my mouth. Tell me and I'll leave you alone." His Husky voice whispers in my ear. "Professor Sawyer" I make a strangulated noise. "You bend me over." his eyes light up and in no time I'm bent over his desk... Join Evelyn on this Erotic Adventure trying to resist Aiden Sawyer's Temptation! [Mature Content🌶🌶🌶] Copyright ©️ 2021 ThekayX8. All Rights Reserved.

"So what's your type?" "What do you mean?" I pause, looking up from my book to meet the eyes of my dear friend. "Type of what?" She shakes her head with a chuckle. Her head then jerks to her boyfriend, busy trying to figure out a solution in his work. "What type of guy do you like?" "I don't really have one." I reply. "Come on, there must be something a guy does that catches your attention." My eyes casually glance around the courtyard, trying to figure out a quick response to her question. But then I hear a voice speak just to the right of us, Professor Abel happily talking to Mr. Levine. "Well?" "Older." I mumble. "Someone older." "Just older?" His deep grey eyes soften slightly in the sunlight. "Someone... colder too." "So you want someone as bad as Professor Abel?" My friend jokes poking my side with her fingers. I snap my head back to her, surprised at her question. To brush off the embarrassment I shrug my shoulders, faking a smile but my heart is pounding furiously. "Haha, very funny." It's as if our conversation has been leaked when my eyes rest back on the tall individual. The grey swirls are staring right back at me, his colleague oblivious of his wandering eyes. His expression is stern but in the light it seems as though his lips are curled up, making my stomach do a flip. "My type." I whisper with a small smile. - When her enemy of a teacher becomes something more than just a person she hates - Completely fictional! 🤗 Please vote~ #3 - high (3/10/2024) #1 - student (7/10/2024) #1 - enemies (1/11/2024) #5 - hate (18/11/2024) #1 - lovers (23/11/2024) #12 - heartache (04/01/2025) #4 - teacher (02/03/2025) #3 - teenfiction (14/03/2025) #5 - war (31/03/2025) #1 - high (02/06/2025) #6 - heartache (4/06/2025) #2 - school (21/07/2025 #2 - hate (27/09/2025) #2 - enemies (23/10/25)

"Curiosity is a dangerous thing, Ms St. Clair," Mr Styles murmurs, his voice dropping lower, like a secret meant only for me. "You'd do well to remember that." Whitby was meant to be a fresh start-an escape. At the Ryhra Warded Lysest Institute, Indiana hoped to bury her past and study Criminal Psychology in peace. But the shadows here are alive, whispering secrets she'd rather forget. The Institute holds darker secrets, one that seems determined to draw her in. As she uncover its mysteries, her grip on sanity frays. The past she fled refuses to stay buried, and in Whitby, some truths are better left in the dark.

"I expect that if we're going to be working together you learn to trust me." He demands hastily, his eyes boring into mine. Something in my head told me that trusting him was a bad idea, but I needed the help, and he violently attractive. The hypersexed part of me didn't want him to slip through the cracks. Plus, I was doing really well with him. Who cares if he stood trial for murder, right? On the brink of failing law school, college sophomore Logan Davis is left with no choice but to seek aid from a professional. One who's on trial for murder.

Harry leaned in closer to her, his eyes moving down from her eyes to her lips as a loose curl fell effortlessly from his hair down onto his forehead and his body got closer to hers. He hovered there for a moment before asking her, 'Is this okay?' Alice loves her job. Working in the school she herself grew up in is such a joy. After whats been a few tough years she is ready to enjoy life again, enjoy her job, her own place and her freedom. When the teacher she has worked with for a few years suddenly leaves, she has no idea who is going to be drafted in to the school, until Mr Styles walks in. A story of love, grief and life changing decisions.

[a harry styles fanfiction] - lawyer!harry ▪︎ ▪︎ Note to my past self--do not, I repeat, do not say yes to marrying the handsome stranger you happen to know absolutely nothing about. I wasn't getting married in a lush green garden while the few friends I had cheered us on as I had always imagined I would. I wasn't laughing or crying from extreme happiness as every bride did at one point during the ceremony. I wasn't even wearing a white dress, let alone my dream wedding gown. Instead of a beautiful wedding dress, I had on a simple blue dress and I was standing next to the wrong man, one who did nothing but frown and glower. Also, his grip surprisingly tight around mine. Such a simple act, but holding a stranger's hand while you're getting married? Not fun. Hell, forget about handholding--I was about to be the wife of a man I knew nothing more about than what a quick Google search had provided. Yet I had willingly and knowingly agreed to this, hadn't I? ▪︎ ▪︎ [not my original story]

When ambitious journalism student, Aurora Denver, starts a new job dancing at an unknown club hidden in the city, she thinks she's just trading her late night study sessions for quick cash and stage lights. But, the clubs emotionally unavailable, downright confusing owner, Harry Styles, is more than what meets the eye. A man with secrets buried in the shadows of the busy city. Drawn to his dangerous, charismatic charm, she finds herself torn between her dreams of education - the story that could launch her career - or fighting against her morals to protect a dangerous criminal. As the lines blur between love and betrayal, she finds the most dangerous stories happen to be the ones you become apart of. Deceit - where nothing is as it seems. Every truth masks a lie. Can you unravel the truth before anyone else? - "Are you gonna keep those lips shut for me, Princess? Or am I gonna have to make you?" He whispered tauntingly, leaning in closer to breathe cynically and I could practically hear amusement in his tone. I say nothing. Attempting to control my breathing and not break into deeper panic as my lips stayed sealed with his touch on them, slowly dragging the sensation down over my chin where he continued to smear the crimson blood. "C'mon, I know you're itching to talk back... or have I finally silenced you, hm?" He chuckled through his taunting. "Tell me Princess... are we gonna have a problem?" Slowly, I shook my head from side to side. It caused him to squeeze my chin, all of his fingertips now on me staining the imprint of his touch onto my face. He shifted his touch south, cupping the side of my neck and I squirmed against the wall at the feeling of his handprint on a sensitive area, his head moved away from my opposing ear to look down at me once again. "This is our little secret, yeah? I wouldn't want you to be the next one tied to that chair with your blood splattered on the floor." - Started: March 2024 Finished:

He wanted me for sex... I wanted him for a grade, but along the way, we both realized that we needed more than the things we bargained for; we needed each other in more ways than one. ** THIS STORY INCLUDES AGE DIFFERENCES, SEXUAL ACTIVITIES AND REFERENCES, VIOLENCE, AND FOUL LANGUAGE! * None of the images included in the chapters belong to me - unless stated otherwise. #8 in one direction (01-23-21) #18 in harrystyles (01-23-21) #1 in 1D (04-14-21) - Reuploaded after the site deleted it - January 29, 2021