isadora
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Notes on a Silent Canvas || wlw by gqbiologyy
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Untouchable. Maddison Aristide returns for another year as Nevermore's beloved Art teacher, alongside her two best friends: Albert Blackwood (Teacher of Outcast History) and Imogen Knight (Head of English). All she wanted was a calm, relaxing year showing others her passion for art and spending time with her friends, until an unexpected new face joins the Creative Arts Faculty. One who isn't so new to Imogen. Yet no matter what she does to stay away - Maddie can't ignore the force pushing the two of them together.
The Sound of Forbidden Magic by wlwm1lfs
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At Nevermore Academy, nothing is ever what it seems. Behind its ancient stone halls and echoing music rooms lies a world stitched together by secrets - and Cassandra Baxter is about to uncover one that could unravel everything. Born half siren, half telekinetic, Cassandra has spent her life silencing her own power - until Cassandras parents offer her a chance to finally belong. But belonging becomes complicated when she meets Isadora Capri, the academy's elusive Head of Music. Beautiful, brilliant, and twice her age, Miss Capri hides something wild behind her composed smile. Their connection begins in melody and magic, but grows into something darker: dreams that hum with voices not their own, strange symbols etched into classroom walls, and songs that seem to summon the dead. As forbidden feelings tangle with dangerous truths, Cassandra must decide if she can trust the woman she's falling for - or if Isadora's secrets will destroy them both.
Her silence, my gravity. by milfsforlife_0
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At Nevermore Academy, silence speaks louder than words. I never meant to stay behind after class, but something about Ms. Isadora Capri kept me tethered to the shadows of her presence. She wasn't like the others-her gaze was a kind of gravity, her voice a quiet storm. What began as lingering glances and unspoken understanding soon grew into something I couldn't ignore. A connection unnamed, dangerous, and impossible to escape. This is not a story of light. It's a story of darkness, obsession, and the kind of bond that can either save you-or ruin you completely. #isadoracapri #wednesday