When Evelyn begins her senior year, the last person she expects to see in her classroom is the mysterious woman she met while working at the diner. Ms. Hartley quickly realizes there's more to Evelyn's life than she lets on, and what begins as concern slowly turns into a bond neither of them expected. But some connections come with consequences-especially when they cross a line that should never be crossed.

Abigail Carter a 18 year old juggles parenthood and school. After her sister died her world came crashing down. Now having custody of her niece, she tries to have a seemingly normal life. Elena Rose 23 years old just moved back home for a fresh start. Starting her new job at the high school. ~ Loving Angel ~ Heart Keeper {Sequel} ~ I'm No Angel {Trilogy} ~ Ember's Flame {Quadrilogy}

𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀, & 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀. We are aware of the undeniable and forbidden love that exists between us, a love that is so genuine and pure. So perfect for one another, but not ideal by society. Fighting our feelings to keep them hidden, we eventually give in to a love most forbidden. She tried not to get attached. But how can she when we're already attached? How can she take a step back when she's already ten steps ahead? How can she say she's not worth it when all she has been doing is showing me that she's worth it? She would look me in the eye and I would see my whole world through those wide blue eyes. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩, 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣" I finally said. This is not my story.. I'm just a character that fell in love. This is Devon Wilson's story... And welcome to her story

Spencer Reed is a kind and hard-working high school senior, who's just waiting for the last day of her last year to graduate and study something she's interested in. She's just trying to finish the year without problems, but she discovers one can't hide from problems, especially in a town ruled by secrets. And what a secret it is to be in love with your new English teacher. [CW: Use of language and explicit sexual content. Teacher/Student relationship. Drug abuse.]

⚠️ Very important ⚠️ !!! This is a re-upload; I did NOT write this book. The author deleted their account. A brainy, awkward young American moves to England to attend Oxford University. She befriends a much older (historically heterosexual) female English professor. Over the years, their relationship evolves from one of protective friendship to something romantic, highlighting the difficulties and joys of age gap, lesbian relationships. 1,914 pages. (I'm not sure if this would count as Mature or not- it's borderline in some places later on, so I'm marking it so, just in case. It's certainly not HBO in here.) Please read the first chapter!! If the author will contact me, I'll delete the book immediately!! Author: BlakeVBurton

Frida started sketching something with her stylus, eyes flicking to her screen as she adjusted the axes of a diagram, mumbling, "...and then this boundary layer here starts behaving like a switch... not instant, but sharp. Sharp enough." Inés leaned in to see. "You mean like a Heaviside approximation?" Frida rolled her eyes, barely biting back a grin. "No. I mean like an actual boundary layer. I thought you said you weren't rusty." That earned her a low hum from Inés - amused, maybe a little provoked. "You want sharp? I'll give you sharp," she muttered, reaching for her own laptop, the tip of her manicured nail clicking a little too decisively on the trackpad. "You're missing the substructure that governs the transition here-see?" Frida glanced over. "That's an assumption, not a proof." "Do you want this to work or do you want it to be romantic?" Frida laughed - surprised and a little breathless. "God. Is that how you think I talk about math?" Inés tilted her head, lips curling. "Only when you're trying to seduce me with it." Frida blinked. Her ears went hot. "I'm not-" "Not trying?" Inés cut in, pretending to glance back at the diagram, feigning innocence, but there was no missing the gleam in her eye. "Shame. Because it's working." Frida looked away sharply, pressing her fingers to the corner of her mouth like she could keep a smile in by force. "You're infuriating." "You're distracted." "You're distracting." Inés made a quiet, pleased sound at that and sat back for a moment, the back of her hand brushing the edge of Frida's chair. "Tell me more about the way you're treating the constraint set when it fractures," she said finally, voice smooth again, back in control - or pretending to be. Frida inhaled and kept going, though her voice was slightly lower now, the words sticking a little as she spoke.

Lena is caught between the expectations of her family and the life she longs to live. In Selene, she finds something rare-someone who feels like a quiet refuge from the chaos, a steady presence in a world that's anything but. In a sunlit studio steeped in pigment and silence, as their bond deepens, Lena begins to confront the tension between what she's been taught to want and what she truly needs. In Selene, she discovers not just safety, but something far more complicated-and far more real. What begins as study becomes something stranger, tender, charged. And in the quiet space between canvas and skin, both women begin to unravel. A story of art, ache, and the exquisite undoing that happens when we dare to be seen.

Caroline, a student at The University of Michigan, develops an intense attraction to her professor, Dr. Katerina Alcott. As their student teacher relationship grows more complicated, Caroline finds herself falling for Katerina in ways she hadn't expected. Okay, fine, maybe she did totally expect it. But that doesn't make it any easier.

Ewa finds herself stepping into the unknown, navigating a world that feels entirely foreign to her. Yet, as she slowly finds her footing, she begins to realize that this unexpected opportunity is far more than just an academic challenge. It introduces her to people who will reshape her perspective, push her beyond her limits, and ultimately turn her entire life upside down in ways she never could have imagined.

Sequel to Why so Sexy, Miss Evans? Copyright © 2021 by ShayZayit