Reader has an extremely good talent at painting. She can make any image come to life with her attention to detail. But this is all she has. She's not standing out in anything, just barely getting by with her grades. Raised by a widowed father, the days are difficult for the young witch in her last year in Hogwarts. When she can't control her desire for the potions professor anymore, the girl handles her emotions the way she knows best: pouring them out onto paper. This is all fine and dandy, until she draws a nude picture of the man during his class, thus, life becomes even harder for her... Cover image belongs to the lovely Alena KP.

You're a seventh year at Hogwarts and Severus Snape can't figure you out. There's no reason he should hate you, nothing you said or did, but he does. His anger soon begins to spiral into something else, but he struggles to accept it. The main focus of this story is on the relationship between you and Severus Snape, with some twists and turns throughout. disclaimer: this story contains vulgar language, sexual themes, mild bdsm, toxic relationships (18+) this is a work of fanfiction and I do not claim to own the characters or world created by J.K. Rowling

She ran to disappear. He found her to possess. Now, she doesn't want to be saved... She wants to be kept. Wren was broken, bleeding, and ready to vanish when he found her in the woods. Callum... the quiet stranger with shadows in his eyes and monsters in his head. He took her in, locked her away, and promised she'd never belong to anyone else again. But Callum isn't alone in his mind. And Cain doesn't ask. Cain takes. As her innocence rots beneath their touch, Wren begins to crave the unthinkable, pain, control, devotion so twisted it borders on worship. In their cabin of secrets and scars, love isn't tender. It's brutal. Consuming. Addictive. She should run. She won't. Because she's not his prisoner. She's his doll. His obsession. His perfect little ruin. _______________ Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗

"You're perfect." He huskily whispers in my ear, making the hair on the back of my neck stand. His fingers gently gracing the insides of my thighs, spreading them another couple inches and almost making me release a suppressed moan. "Every inch of your mind, body and soul are perfect. You know what else they all are, hmm? Mine." ! This story may not be for everyone. It is an 18+ because it includes: strong language, violent and upsetting scenes, sexual and/or other mature themes. Please bear that in mind before continuing to read !

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭. Dr. Volkov, a popular psychologist starts treating a damaged young woman, Leona Winters. The line between patient and lover blurs quickly. But when she uncovers the darkness he's been hiding and tries to walk away, he makes sure she never gets the chance.

Ariana Vanderlyn is fifteen, spoiled, and too pretty for her own good. Her parents work too much, her house is too big, and her summer plans consist of lounging poolside in pink swimsuits and cherry lip, bomb pops and sunglasses... until he shows up. Enzo Romano is seventeen, quiet, and definitely not here for her. Fresh off a plane from Italy, he's hired to clean her family's mansion in Palm Beach-pool, garden, glass, and all. He doesn't smile. He doesn't flirt. And he's definitely not supposed to notice the boss's bratty daughter with bedroom eyes and a bad habit of leaving messes. But Ariana has a crush. And Ariana doesn't play fair. 🎀

"So... you don't tutor, huh?" • • • Fate has a funny way of being a bitch. Cassandra Berry thought she was done with a certain mathematical genius, after having just spent one whole summer in his alluring, pleasurable company. When time ran out and reality snapped back, however, all she was left with was a broken heart and a scholarship to a prestigious college. Now, months later, the last person Cassandra expected to walk into her college was the very same man she left behind last summer. The same man who swore on one solemn thing in his life; that he would never tutor. The same man now destined to be her new professor. As time progresses and schemes, secrets, and old friends and foes alike come out to play, it wasn't hard to predict that things other than numbers wouldn't add up. - Even to a mathematical genius. *This book is a sequel to The Mathematician and cannot be read as a stand-alone. But whatever, it's up to you, do what you want.

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

She thought he was her college professor. Reality check: he was anything but. ~~~ 🖤 ~~~ Ellora Davis is an average college student, naive of the dangers of the world outside. Her only worries are solving not-too-easy physics problems and dealing with her strict mother's wrath. And ignoring the unusual liking she has towards her Physics Professor. Cold, ruthless, sinfully beautiful and a dangerous teacher, he is the flame to her moth. But Ellora has no intention to do anything about it. That makes it just a simple crush, completely harmless, right? Sure, for three years it was harmless. Until one night caught up in the snow amidst drunkards, changes everything for Ellora and her tiny, little, harmless crush. She soon realizes, he is much more than just a professor in a world renowned University. He holds secrets darker and wilder than her worst nightmares. And that night among the drunkards, sets in motion a series of events, which makes Ellora spiral closer to her professor than she ever imagined. And soon her life gets intertwined with his, in a dark game that changes Ellora Davis's life forever. ~~~ 🖤 ~~~ Content warning : this story contains scenes dealing with rape and violence which might be triggering for some readers. *This is not your usual teacher-student romance.* **All pictures used belongs to their rightful owners** **Updates Frequently***