Alyssa Andrews is a junior at Yellowfield University who studies psychology. Her life mostly consists of going to classes, making straight As, and being the classic "good girl." That is, until she makes the mistake of enrolling in two of Professor Caroline Wilson's classes. Professor Wilson is cold, calculated, cruel, and doesn't believe in comfort. Not only does she fail students with the rigor of her courses, she breaks them down mentally, shaming them in public with methodical precision. She is a strictly scientific neuroscientist who clashes with Alyssa's purely emotional and warm demeanor. Dr. Wilson sees Alyssa's empathy as a weakness, and Alyssa sees Dr. Wilson's brutality as unforgivable. Professor Wilson is forced to mentor her. Alyssa is forced to suffer through it. Alyssa sees Dr. Wilson as the antithesis of everything she stands for. So why can't she stand being away from her? [wlw professor/student romance. 18+.] [content/trigger warning: age gap, mental health, toxic relationship dynamics, emotional/psychological abuse, sexual harassment, substance use, explicit language, power imbalance, sex, mature themes]

Elise Moran is a criminology professor. Harper Quinn is just her student. Right?

''but you're my boss,we can't do this." "Do I care."

Being a lawyer in New York could be a little challenging, but Ariana knew the game well. She came from old money and ran one of the top law firms in the country-perhaps even the world. Her firm worked closely with the NYPD and specialized in common law. Most cases were handled by the firm's team of seasoned attorneys. But one particular case had been assigned to her by her father-a man who never left room for disagreement. The client was powerful, dangerous, and far too familiar. Ariana wasn't just expected to win the case-she was expected to manage her. And with Roma Fenwick, nothing was ever simple. Boundaries blurred, motives twisted, and every encounter felt like a power struggle disguised as seduction. Authors note: My characters are NOT healthy people, so if it's triggering for you, i would recommend you to not read it. It's very psychological coded. There are many songs, movies and series references... Not looking to upset anyone. Everyone is welcomed to comment have fun while reading the book. Enjoy!

"I'll treat it like it's mine if you admit who it's for." She stated. Her words only made the ache between my legs worse. Fuck I hate her. But in that moment, my common sense seemed to evaporate. The battle between my brain and body seemingly came to an end. The way she was talking to me, the way she was touching me, left my body in a frenzy and she had barely done anything. I had never been this fucking desperate - And I hated it. "It's for you." I mumbled reluctantly as the last shred of my ego slipped away. "Who's it for?" She murmured, slowly sliding my red lace underwear to the side. "It's for you Anastasia." I breathed ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ Anastasia Grey, an lawyer notorious for representing the Mafia, finds herself on the run after getting entangled with the leader of The Green Angels. Originally from Ireland, she finds herself in the heart of New York, attempting to lay low as the assistant of a real estate agent. But with her past slowly creeping up on her and the hot headed blonde she now works for making her life nothing but difficult, how long will it really be before her world begins to crumble around her?

The rules are simple: play the part, make it believable, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. A quiet, sharp-tongued French girl named Juliette, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 Madeline, and the feeling is mutual. But when Madeline makes an 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 Juliette can't ignore, hatred turns into a game neither of them can control. The stares last too long. Fights cut too deep. The tension is 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. They were never supposed to want this. Too bad they're already 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 every rule. [18+]

"Hate me. Fear me. CRAVE ME." Maya Cole swore she hated Adriana Vitale. The cruel, beautiful heiress had made her life hell since they were children. She was everything Maya despised, rich, untouchable, and heartless. But beneath the cruelty lies an obsession. And for Adriana, Maya isn't just someone she hates ... she's the only one she can't stop craving. Enemies. Obsession. Desire that destroys. At Montclair Academy, love isn't sweet. It's toxic. It's dangerous. And once you taste it... you'll never escape. "You're mine. Even if it ruins us both." All weights

Isabella Seale, 21, is fresh into her final year of university. The last dance, known to send even the sanest of students into a never-ending and almost impossible-to-get-out-of academic spiral. Completely unfazed, Isabella was a force to be reckoned with. Fearless. Dedicated. Full of want. Just as she thought that the 'art of manifestation' had finally gifted her the student life she had fantasized about for as long as she could remember, her world collides with the university's most-feared lecturer-polar opposites with the kind of chemistry strong enough to set both their worlds on fire.

"I want you to show me how much you want this, Freya." My eyes widened as I stared up at her. "What?" "I want you to touch yourself for me," she said, each word deliberate. "I want you to show me how desperate you are for me." My cheeks warmed. "Professo-" "You do want me, don't you, Freya?" she cut me off sharply. I hesitated, then nodded, my hands letting go of the desk now, trembling in my lap. I want her more than anything. Her eyes flickered down to my hands, before meeting mine gaze again. "Then show me," she pressed, her voice lower now, but held so much authority. Heat coiled in my lower stomach at her request. I tilted my head back more to hold her eye contact, the weight of her stare pinned me in place. "Freya..." my name sounded like it was only meant to be said by her. "If you want me-prove it." I hesitantly stood up, still remaining eye contact with her, seeing if any part of her was just messing with me. But she wasn't-she was being serious. I focused on breathing, in and out, as I hooked my thumbs into my underwear, tugging them down to let them fall to the floor before kicking them to the side. I felt heat rush through my body as I stood in front of her hesitantly. I can't believe I'm going to touch myself in front of her. "What's the matter Freya," Professor Reid taunted, her head slightly tilted. "Nervous?" I blinked up at her, slowly shaking my head. I couldn't even find the words to speak anymore. Get it together Freya. She wants this-I want this. 💋 To be Infatuated: possessed with an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone. Sit back & enjoy the ride. - YSHM

This wasn't a hookup. This wasn't a flirty night gone too far. This was her student. And Victoria didn't know. She hadn't known. She couldn't have. But Florence should have. Should have never let it go that far. Should've asked more. Listened closer. Walked away. Instead, she had kissed her. Slept with her. Showered with her. Laughed with her. Now all that warmth from the morning felt like it had curdled in her chest. Florence sat there for a long time, staring at Victoria's name on the screen, the heat drained from her limbs, a cold ache blooming at the base of her spine. The worst part? A sick, bitter corner of her heart didn't regret a single second of it.