| teacher x student | wxw | slow burn | When 19-year-old Lena James enters English Literature class, she expects nothing special. Instead, she meets Ms. Sinclair her cold, sharp-tongued British literature teacher. Elegant, cutting, and unbearably superior. From the very first lesson, the 34-year-old woman seems to take pleasure in dismantling Lena's every opinion with cruel precision. Lena hates her. She hates the condescending red marks on her essays, the raised eyebrow that makes her feel small, and the way Ms. Sinclair lingers in her thoughts long after class ends. But hate this intense has a way of twisting into something far more dangerous. With a strict 15-year age gap and an unbreakable teacher-student boundary, their slow-burning tension threatens to break every rule both in literature and in real life. Some lessons aren't taught kindly. And some hatreds taste too much like desire. "Ms. Sinclair's Secret"

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Harper Bardot is a twenty-one year old senior Business Administration Major with a minor in marketing who is hoping to get her dream internship at The West Company for her fall semester. Parker West is the CEO and owner of The West Company at the age of only twenty five years old and strikes an instant interest in Harper from round one of the internship interviews. When Harper is hired as the Marketing intern she quickly notices that there are rather strange things happening all around her, both with the company and Parker. Will Harper be able to uncover the secrets of the company and Parker's heart or will everything come crashing down around her? *** "Oh and Ms. Bardot?" She questioned "Yes?" I replied just as the elevator dinged and the doors started to shut "Please try to refrain from staring at my ass from now on, it's really not professional." She stated with a smirk I barely caught before the doors sealed her off from my view *** ⚠️ WARNING CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT⚠️ • (Sex Scenes) Chapters 24, 36, & 37 ‼️TRIGGER WARNING‼️ • (Torture) Chapter 27, 41, & 48 • (Explosions) Chapter 38, 45, & 50 • (Guns/Shootings) Chapter 38, 39, 42, 44, 49, & 50 • (Death) Chapter 39, 40, 42, 49, & 50 • (Sexual Assault) Chapter 41 *** 🧡Available Exclusively on Wattpad 🧡 *** [[Word Count: 59,000-61,000 words]] Written By Morgan Giglio Cover designed by viverin on Fiverr

Azariah suddenly sees the woman she loved after three years

(Y/n) is the biggest superstar actress and singer, who has everything she ever wanted, and what others only dream of. Hailee is just an ordinary girl who attends Dickinson High school in LA and only dreams of graduating and living her life far away. When (y/n) is faced with a life changing situation, she realizes she never got to experience a normal childhood. So with a heavy heart (y/n) decides to attend public high school for her senior year. When the two paths cross y/n discovers that Hailee is very different from everyone else- materialistic and willing to do anything to get ahead. Is there any Hope for y/n and Hailee or will the two just be another pair of star cross lovers.

Melanie Newman believed in happily ever afters. That was untill her parents forced her to break up with the person she loved the most. After that she decided that happy endings was only designed for fairy tales and Disney movies. She forced herself to lock away any feelings that was against her parents wishes. Until.. someone showed up at her engagement party. Will Melanie finally allow her true self to show, or will she stay hidden within the shadows? ℳ. ☆Sneak Peak☆ "Do I make you nervous Lennie?" She asked very softly. Smirking. I just shake my head not trusting my own words. But I know she can see through my lies. "Are you sure? You seem a bit quiet." She says with a smirk. I swallow hard...

{Sequel to Scared of Happy} Flashing lights. A million questions. Hidden tears. Hidden secrets. A fight for life and death.

~Short Story~ After being academic rivals for the pass four years, here they are senior year, Ashlynn Garcia is valedictorian but Jordan Williams don't seem to really care. However, when they go to the last senior party before everyone heads off to college, it seems to be a different reason why Jordan doesn't care.

"You don't know how much it hurts me seeing you with him. I tell you about it, you apologize then go on with your life like nothing even happened" She frowned her eyebrows as I spoke "baby you know I care about how you feel but I can't just break up with him-" i cut her off "why not?" "I know you and I are completely different people and your dad obviously doesn't like me but we both know you don't care about what your dad says so what is it? Why won't you break up with him and be with me?" She stayed quiet and looked down, not saying anything "talk to me when you figure shit out" --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -mental/physical abuse -sexual assault/harassment -abuse -violence -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -family issues

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.