When Esme Reed, a free spirited, whimsical 21 year old enters Ms. Clarke's class, she is immediately out of place. Ms. Clarke runs her classroom with quiet authority, every detail deliberate, every boundary clear. She does not tolerate carelessness, and she certainly doesn't indulge it. And Esme, with her ink-smudged hands and tendency to lose herself in daydreams, feels like a disruption from the very first moment. And yet, she pays attention. More than she should. What begins as irritation becomes awareness. What should remain professional begins to blur at the edges. Small moments build into something harder to dismiss, something neither of them is prepared for. Because some lines aren't meant to blur. And crossing them has consequences neither of them can take back.

WLW AGE GAP | TXS Eliza Whitmore knows better. As a professor, she's built her life on discipline and distance, and Blaire is a line she should never even think about crossing. But attraction doesn't ask permission. What begins as a quiet awareness turns into something harder to ignore, forcing Eliza to wrestle with desire she knows is wrong and feelings she can't seem to stop. This is a story about forbidden longing, restraint under pressure, and the dangerous pull of wanting what you absolutely cannot have. 21 year old Blaire Thorne

It was never supposed to mean anything. Just a fleeting moment. A beautiful mistake, soaked in midnight and quiet desperation. One night to forget the rules. To taste freedom in the arms of a stranger. To let go without thinking of the morning after. No goodbyes. No consequences. Only touches that lingered too long, and memories etched into skin like whispers. But fate doesn't play fair. Because when Mia stepped into her classroom that Monday morning, time didn't just stop. It held its breath. And there she was. The stranger from that night. But not draped in shadows this time. No, now she stood in the light. Composed. Commanding. Off-limits. Her new English teacher. Their eyes met. A flash of recognition. A pause too long to be innocent. Mia's heart stumbled in her chest. The room faded, voices dulled, the world narrowed to just her. The woman she wasn't supposed to see again. The woman who now held her future in the palm of her hand. And maybe, just maybe, still remembered everything.

A single teen mom who has now finally meets real love by two dangerous women.

Aabidah is 24 years old and her father is the president of the United States of America. It's unusual to them all. An Egyptian man as president? Her father and the vice president decided it was best if she lived with the VP while her father got security under control. The vice president, Raven Levine is 36 years old, never had a family, always had some sort of different relationship with different women. While sexism was placed under her nose, so was homophobia. While Aabidah stays with the woman, they both start to slowly have feelings for one another.

A FBI Agent, her hometown she ran away from, and an old crush. What could go wrong? Spencer Beckett gets thrown back into the town she desperately fled from while on a new case. Will coming back home ruin her career, or will she be able to remain unbreakable? "My doctor also cleared me to try out a more physically demanding physical therapy exercises." "Heavier weights?" "No. She cleared me to have sex." "Start the damn car." This story contains graphic sex scenes, violence, strong language, and torture. Please read at your own discretion.

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

𝐰𝐥𝐰 • 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝 • 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐱 --- When two ex-best friends are reunited, an obvious attraction has grown. For them to love each other would be wrong though...right? After all, they are opps by association. Maybe keeping their love hidden from their brothers who are beefing, will allow them to be together. Or maybe it will ruin everything, ending in chaos and causing hell. • • • 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞... - Mature/Strong Language - Mature Content (18+ Recommended) - Sex/Smut (Detailed) - Substances (Alcohol, drugs, etc) - Violence (Including weapons) - Other Possible Triggering Content REACHED: ----- #𝟏 in 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝 #𝟏 in 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 #𝟐𝟖 in 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Isabella enjoys her life of being single and lives lavishly every passing day. She has absolutely no interest in dating and already devoted her future to be a full-on crazy cat lady. But, her mother desperately tries to convince her to marry by making her attend gatherings in order to find a husband. Of course, Isabella finds no interest in them and always ends up sitting in silence when attending these said gatherings. On a particular morning, she receives a phonecall from her co-worker that she had been invited to their wedding. At first, she was reluctant on going but decided to get a change of scenery and went anyway. There, she meets one of the photographers. A perculiar one at that who seemed to take an interest in Isabella and was adament on wanting to take pictures of her. _______________ "Let me take pictures of you." She states with determination etched in her voice. "What?" I wasn't sure if I was overthinking, but it was like there was some kind of hope that lingered in her eyes. What confused me was as to why she wanted to take pictures of me specifically. I mean, there's alot more attractive people around us at the moment and they seemed far more appealing then I do. So, why? ______________

Anneline Barker, happily married to Cameron Barker and living her day-to-day life with smiles and a positive attitude. She loves her job and loves being around her co-workers. Living life to the fullest and always seeing the best in things, what more could she ask for? On a company outting with a few of her co-workers, Anneline had a bit to much to drink and stumbles against a women on her way home. ********** "Are you alright?" The women asks. "Y-yes, " I look up and meet beautiful chestnut brown eyes, filled with concern. I glance down and see a beauty mark underneath her left eye. Slowly, reaching out I traced my thumb underneath her eye in a daze. "How pretty". I mumbled to myself. ********