Lucia never expected english literature to change her life. It was just another required class-another lecture hall, another set of deadlines, another professor she planned to quietly survive under. But then she meets her. Professor Vivienne Marrow. She's thirty-two and the kind of woman who speaks in perfectly measured sentences and looks at you like she already knows every mistake you've ever made. Strict doesn't even begin to cover her. Lucia is twenty, messy in all the ways Vivienne is not. Too curious. Too easily affected by a voice that says her name like it means something dangerous. She doesn't realise it at first, the way her thoughts linger too long after class, the way Vivienne's gaze always finds her in a room full of students. And she certainly doesn't realise she's falling for a woman who should be completely off-limits. But Vivienne notices everything and the more Lucia pushes forward, the more Vivienne begins to slip. Because some lessons aren't written in books. And some boundaries are only there until someone dares to cross them

Sometimes, home isn't a place-it's a person. Amara Lune has built her life on movement-between jobs, between dreams, between people who never stay long enough to matter. At twenty, she knows how to survive. How to smile when she's exhausted. How to make everything look lighter than it feels. What she doesn't know... is how to let anyone see what's underneath. Isadora Laurent has spent years perfecting stillness. At forty-two, her world is controlled, structured, and carefully untouched by anything she cannot manage. Success came easily. Control came naturally. And love-love became something she learned to live without. When their worlds collide, it isn't dramatic. It isn't instant. It's quiet. A conversation that lingers a little too long. A presence that becomes difficult to ignore. A connection neither of them planned... and neither of them knows how to handle. Because Amara doesn't stay. And Isadora doesn't let people in. But somewhere between distance and closeness, between restraint and longing, something begins to shift. And for the first time in a long time- they both find themselves wondering what it might mean... to finally feel at home.

"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

Adrienne Brookes is a highschool senior with a sharp tongue and a talent for trouble. Her sarcasm is a shield, one she learned to wield early, because surviving her home life means never letting anyone see too much. And Adrienne has secrets. More than she can carry. But one slip in her carefully crafted mask is all it takes for Ivy Adair, her cold and calculating psychology teacher, to notice the cracks. Ivy is the last person Adrienne should trust, and the only one she can't seem to stay away from. Wanting distance is easy. Keeping it is impossible. ‼️ GAY ‼️ SEXUAL CONTENT ‼️ ABUSE AND VIOLENCE - There will not be warnings in individual chapters. This book is for mature audiences only. Do not read if sensitive to the above content.

Lily Evans thought moving to a new city would mean freedom-a chance to finally stand on her own. Instead, she finds herself overwhelmed, thrown into the middle of a semester she can barely keep up with. Then she meets Professor Angelina Williams. Cold, exacting, and impossible to please, Williams seems to take a particular interest in Lily's every mistake. Their encounters quickly turn into a quiet battle of wit and will, neither willing to give in, neither willing to look away. What begins as friction becomes something harder to ignore-an attraction neither of them wants to name. So they don't. They set boundaries, keep it simple, keep it physical. No feelings. No complications. They said it meant nothing. Until it doesn't. #1 saphic #1 teacher #1 fxf #1 vibes #3 bitter (slowburn) (wlw)

Malia Gray. Kind, shy, patient, desperate for someone taking care of her even though she would never admit it. Nicole Monroe, A billionaire. Guarded, cold, but deep down has a good heart. Either they're the best thing for each other, or the worst. [All pictures I found on pinterest, I do not own them. This story is 100% fiction and before each episodes I will put a trigger warning if needed!] I write for fun and there are definitely errors...I'll try to spot em but yeah hehe

Nineteen-year-old Charlie has a lot going on. A lot of pain and trauma, but also a lot of ambition and a strong will. All she really wants is to study, get a degree, and eventually make more of her life than her parents ever thought she could. But when her boyfriend cheats on her and her new professor starts messing with her head, her life starts to fall apart. Will she manage to escape her demons and get her life back on track, or will the whirlwind in form of her professor test her patience to the limit?

| 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"

Valentina, 26, a cold businesswoman shaped by perfectionist parents, hides her vulnerability behind calculated precision. Success came at the cost of warmth, masking the girl yearning for acceptance, not achievement. Her story is a battle to reconcile her true self with the flawless image she projects. Danielle, 21, is drawn to Valentina, the icy businesswoman others avoid. Seeing a puzzle, not coldness, she's determined to uncover the woman beneath. Danielle's quest is fueled by curiosity and empathy, seeking the warmth she believes is hidden within Valentina's walls. What happens when they cross paths?

She hired Dahlia to take care of her kids. Not to crawl under her skin, not to make her feel again, and most certainly not to fall in love with her. Scarlett Romano, mother of two. A woman carved from ice. Cold, powerful, ruthless, and engaged to a woman who looks perfect on paper. A decision made for the sake of legacy, image, and the future of her children. Love? That's a luxury she gave up a long time ago. But then, Dahlia shows up like a crack in her perfect foundation. She's soft where Scarlett isn't. Bright where Scarlett is guarded. Her children have learned to adore her. And Scarlett- despite herself, begins to crave her. To need her. But Dahlia? Dahlia is breaking. She's unraveling. Because she was never meant to belong here. She isn't who she claims to be. She didn't take the nanny job for the paycheck, or the kids. She took it because her father is holding her brother's life over her head. She's not a nanny, she's bait. A spy. A pawn in a game she doesn't want to play. Planted inside Scarlett's home to find weakness, to expose secrets, and burn it all from the inside out. What she didn't expect was the warmth of the children. She didn't expect them to start feeling like hers. She didn't expect Scarlett's rare, shattering softness. And she sure of hell didn't expect to fall in love with the woman she was sent to ruin. Now, Dahlia's caught between two impossible choices. Between the family she's beginning to love...and the family she's so desperate to save. And if the truth ever comes out. She won't just lose her job. It won't just break hearts. It'll ruin everything.