Isadora Collins an 18 year old student ready to start her last year of school as a senior, with a troubled past, suffering under her abusive mother and dealing with trauma. Meeting the new English teacher, a woman who turns her world upside down and shows her everything she was afraid of through a new view.

When Alexandra "Ally" Mathews travels to Romania for a work trip, she's unprepared for the magnetic pull of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. From their very first meeting, Alcina's presence is utterly consuming, her elegance, strength, and mysterious allure leave Ally captivated, while Alcina's possessiveness leaves no doubt about her intentions. Ally, who has spent years searching for a sense of belonging, finds peace and comfort in Alcina's quiet power. Meanwhile, Alcina, after decades of solitude, discovers in Ally someone she cannot and will not let go of. Their love quickly becomes both a refuge and an undeniable force, drawing them together in ways neither could have anticipated. :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ The only explanation I have for writing this chaotic RE8 fan fiction is that I desperately need to get it out of my head... so I can finally move on with my life. Like many fan fictions, this one has also been inspired by the works of several talented fan fic authors-far more skilled than me. These are my top three. Please check out their stories and give them a read! - Oh To Be The Lady's by Bucket's_Of_Stars - Her Maiden by Simpingforalcina - Love Without Words by Nokxxii

Eliza Hart doesn't let anyone close. At thirty-one, she's a rising star in the English department-sharp-tongued, fiercely intelligent, and always in control. Her lectures are legendary. Her boundaries? Unbreakable. She commands respect with every word, and no one dares question her authority. Until Lena Rowe walks into her classroom. Bold. Brilliant. Unapologetically defiant. Lena doesn't bow to Eliza's reputation-or her gaze. She challenges every word, every theory, every boundary Eliza has spent years building. And Eliza knows she should shut it down, ignore the undeniable spark between them, just like she's done before. But this time, ignoring the tension isn't so simple. In the space between literature and longing, defiance and desire, one question echoes louder than the rest: How do you resist someone who doesn't follow the rules but still makes you question everything you thought you knew? A slow-burn, forbidden romance of daring rebellion, buried truths, and the boundaries we never thought we'd cross. Until we do.

"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.

SCARLETT Rule number one, never fall in love with your stepsister, rule number two, definitely and I mean definitely never fall in love with your stepsister who is a diagnosed psychopath. Thankfully I will be able to keep those rules easily since I never loathed anyone more than I loathe Sloane Blackwell. What she did I can never forgive and never forget. SLOANE Obsession is such an interesting feeling, you just get hooked and can't stop fixating on your prey. Too bad for Scarlett Beaumont the prey in question is her. She hates me oh so beautifully too, I know she'll never forgive me, good thing I don't need her to. She will be mine either way, I won't stop until she is, and her hate? That just keeps me warm at night. Let the games begin, shall we?

Scarlett O'Cornell is in her first year of college and is happy to be there with her friend, whom she last saw in elementary school. However, college life isn't easy when there's a strict principal who seems to have a personal problem with you. Oh, fuck. Scarlett's friend never mentioned that the principal is her mother.

"You said it was over between you and him!" - the blue-eyed woman cried out through her tears, looking straight into dark, hazel eyes of the older woman standing in front of her. "You know it's not that simple-damn it, you knew it wouldn't be!" - older women replied, raising her voice at the younger one, immediately regretting that she had raised her voice at Lily. She clenched her jaw, clutching the bridge of her nose, and then added, "Gosh, Lily, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- "Stop calling me like that, for fuck's sake!" - The younger one interrupted her, and tears began to well up in her eyes, she took a deep breath, and the woman in front of her looked down at the floor. Then Lillian added, "You lied to me. You manipulated me by promising me so many things, I-" She stopped suddenly, and her voice shifted from sobbing to anger "I fucking hate you!" ___________ They hate each other, don't they? Come with me and you'll find out. ~L. Walkers

What does it feel like, when you've spent your whole life learning how to be small, and someone finally asks you how big you really are? Eighteen‑year‑old Antoinette Collins goes through her days quiet and orderly--following every rule, keeping her old hurts buried deep, never letting anyone see how much noise lives inside her head. She works at a neighbourhood café, attends her classes, looks after the people she cares about, and most days it feels like she's just watching herself live from somewhere far away. Then the calm, steady woman who stops by her counter every afternoon turns out to be Gilliane Fletcher, her new professor. Gilliane doesn't demand or push, but she sees things no one else ever has: the way Antoinette holds herself back, the weight she carries without speaking of it, the parts of herself she thinks are too broken to show anyone. When she asks Antoinette to write down the truth of her life, she doesn't ask for something perfect--she asks for something real. This is a story of ordinary days that slowly change everything: conversations held between orders, gentle notes written in the margins of pages, quiet moments where Antoinette finally learns she does not have to be afraid to be seen. It is about growing into yourself, naming feelings you never had words for, and what it means to meet someone who helps you find your own voice--even when you are still learning how to use it. HIGHEST RANKING #1 autobiography #1 treatment

❝It's okay to feel it all. It's okay to feel it half. Or nothing, nothing at all. The moon isn't always full.❞ -ventum ღ Life was an infinite ocean of unexpected, sometimes too heavy to carry on weak shoulders. After those eighteen years of existence she already knew too well the bitter taste of deception, loneliness and desertion, hence the wall she learnt to build all around her. Until someone forced themselves into her life and heart. But this love was forbidden and they both knew it. (gxg; teacherxstudent) (this needs to be deeply rewritten but i'm awfully lazy atm ahah)

Completed 💯 Harper, a homeless high school senior, juggles school, a waitressing job, and an internship at a prestigious law firm. Despite living in her car and hiding her struggles, her intelligence and determination earned her a paid internship under the sharp and demanding Ms. Walker. Harper graduates with honors, securing her first apartment on her 18th birthday. As they work closely, subtle romantic tension develops between Harper and Ms. Walker. Harper admires Ms. Walker's confidence and intellect, while Ms. Walker is drawn to Harper's resilience and potential. Small moments-like whispered exchanges in court and fleeting glances-hint at an unspoken connection, leaving both questioning the boundaries of their growing bond.