(I) Elijah Quiel Montero is the kind of student who makes professors question their life choices-talkative, witty, brilliant, approachable, and a natural at making friends wherever she goes. But she's also sharp, driven, and a full scholar with a GPA as high as her voice when she's arguing a point. She's taking up Education, majoring in Mathematics, with a sharp mind and a schedule that leaves no room for distractions. Her goal is clear: graduate with honors, build a solid future, and prove she belongs at the top. Love? Drama? Complications? She doesn't have time for any of that. There's no space for any of that in her color-coded planner. But one impulsive night turns everything upside down. A drink. A stranger. And a kiss that tasted like trouble-the kind she secretly wanted more of. No names. No numbers. No promises. Just one night-and a memory that refuses to fade. She never expected to see that woman again. Especially not as Professor Veymie Saavedra-cold, sophisticated, composed, and terrifying in heels. The new instructor in her major subject. The same woman from that night. Now standing at the front of the room like nothing ever happened. Unreadable. Ruthlessly strict. But Elijah? She doesn't know how to hold back-not her curiosity, not her boldness, not from the tension that crackles between them every time their eyes meet, and definitely not her feelings that are slowly spiraling out of control. Everyone wants a piece of her-boys, girls, even professors sometimes-but the one person she wants? Pretending nothing ever happened. Now, buried beneath lectures, problem sets, tension, and too many stolen glances, is a secret neither of them dares to name. One is pretending to forget. The other... might not want to. Because that night? It might've been a mistake. Or maybe, just maybe-It was the beginning of everything.

(II) (Unedited) Lincoln Eunice Astoveza lived a quiet life-books, classes, silence. She kept to herself, never stepping out of line, never drawing attention. Everything was calm... until one of their professors unexpectedly passed away, and someone new took the spot. Professor Veronica Saavedra. Bold, playful, and far too charming for her own good, Veronica was nothing like the professors Lincoln was used to. She teased with her words, smiled like she knew secrets, and for some reason, always seemed to notice Lincoln more than the rest. But Lincoln kept her distance-until one night. She went to a bar to pick up a drunk friend. Simple. Quick. That was the plan. But while searching through the crowd, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. And before she could speak, before she could even see who it was-Veronica kissed her. No warning. No words. Just lips against hers, heat, and confusion. It should've ended there. But it didn't. Because after that night, Lincoln's quiet life was never quiet again. And the chaos had a name: Veronica Saavedra.

(III) For years, Lenesha Villanueva has been chasing after one woman-her best friend's older sister, and now, her professor. Professor Jeremiah Maureen Montero. Cold. Strict. Always frowning. The kind of woman who could silence an entire room with just one look. She's never been the type to smile, let alone entertain someone like Lenesha-loud, persistent, and hopelessly in love with her. Everyone says it's a lost cause. That Jeremiah doesn't feel anything. But then there are those moments. A lingering stare. A softened voice. A hand brushing a little too slowly against Lenesha's. Enough to keep her hoping, hurting, and holding on. Because Jeremiah may push her away nine times out of ten... But on that one rare moment, she pulls her back in-without warning, without promise. Lenesha should've stopped a long time ago. But how do you stop chasing someone who sometimes looks at you like they might feel it too?

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗚𝗮𝗲𝗡𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗮

Im lost finding my gender identity But soon found it One woman made me so crazy One woman who made so madly in love But i never saw her again When can i see you?

Aerilyn and her brother were just looking for somewhere to hide from those who wanted to destroy humans and use them for their blood. By running from those who wanted to hurt them, they end up on unfamiliar land, but everything is not what it seems, how will Aerilyn fair when she meets the sadistic Queen of vampires... *Preview* Aerilyn eyes stopped. She noticed a blonde haired woman. But she was already looking at Aerilyn from across the other side of the room with a stoic expression. Her face looked poised and focused. Their eyes met and Aerilyn didn't know whether to feel fear or pleasure.

|Book can be read as a stand-alone| Observe Iona Ross and her son as they embark on a new phase of their lives-will it be better or worse? This is was my first book i ever wrote so please don't judge. Book one- Bumping into her Book two- undeniable feelings Book three- Louella *I own all right to these original stories I don't approve of any re-uploading of them anywhere*

Angelina Davis has always had an easy life. She's from a wealthy family, she gets whatever she wants. She's an 18-year-old senior in high school. Angelina is a trouble maker and player kid in her high school. She's is a stuck-up rich kid, with an attitude who never follows rules. A 23 year old strict, intelligent, sexy, and dominant woman called Victoria Jones. She has been a teacher for nearly 2 years. She's always top and strict in her private as well as public life. She gets sick of Angelina's bratty behavior. What happens when Victoria decides to put a leash on Angelina? Could she able to tamed troublemaker rich brat, Angelina, under her command? Thanks for reading. This book is regularly updated. If you like my story then please don't forget to vote for it and leave comments in the comments section. richgirl - #1 (14.11.2020) gxg - # 3 (18.11.2020) obedience #2. (09.12.2020)

(Teacherxstudent) It might have been the way her hand moved effortlessly across the canvas with every stroke she made, or the way her eyes would shine when speaking about her passion that she adored so much, or maybe it was her smile that seemed to captivate me every time. She was perfect in her own way, and I wish I could tell her how much happiness she brings into my life by being present. How all my worries and fears seem to drown away when she's near, or how a simple "hello" makes my day. The only thing stopping me from getting close to her is that diamond ring on her left hand, and how terrible of a person I feel every time I think about her in ways I'm not suppose to, and the fact that I couldn't bring her into my fucked up life. Oh, and because she's my art teacher. Mrs. Shuler, if only you knew how much I adore you.

If actions and words, Ostensibly obscure. Do peer my graphite orbs, Fathom its allure.