Amara Alonso is 22 years old and is in her final year studying English literature at NYU. She's smart, kind and gentle, she always has been. But she carries a quiet sadness that most don't see. After losing her mother and sister in a tragic car accident 8 months ago, she was left with an alcoholic father who she blames for their death. She promises herself to push through her last year of college but soon falls into a cycle- skipping classes, tear-stained eyes, and an empty stomach. Emilia Zayed is a 29 year old creative writing professor. Emilia is poised, intelligent and emotionally guarded. She keeps everyone at arm's length- students, colleges, friends, and especially family. She doesn't trust people and shows no intention to. She shows no interest in anybody around her, until a soft brown eyed girl enters her lecture with a look of hurt deep in her eyes that she can't seem to stop thinking about. Emilia notices Amara's writing first. There's something about her work-so raw, so aching, so lonely. It touches something in Emilia she thought she'd buried. Never has a student's piece of writing made her feel this way. They shouldn't get close. They can't get close. But they do. And it's slow, quiet, and deeply emotional. It's Amara showing up during Emilia's office hours not just to talk about writing but about life. It's Emilia realising Amara needs more than feedback-she needs someone who sees her. And it's Amara finally finding someone who doesn't leave. The two form an unspoken bond they can't explain. It's forbidden in the eyes of everybody else. But they can't help but feel softer around each other. Will they ever act on it? Will Amara's hurt or Emilia's closed offness prevent them from ever truly opening up and giving in?

Ever since I was a child, I thought that I was jealous of other girls. I hated their sparkly eyes, their soft hair and how their giggles sounded like the sweetest of love songs as it escaped their plump lips. However, as time went on, I realised that I actually wasn't jealous of other girls. I didn't hate them either. I loved girls, actually... Except for Reese Miller. I hated her.

𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 | 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 Miya, a thirty-one-year old police officer, stumbles upon a terrifying scene in a dark alley: a girl and a man intent on harming her. Without hesitation, Miya intervenes, rescuing the girl just in time. As it turns out, the girl named Ivy is all by herself, with no family to care for her. Miya makes the drastic decision, and takes her home. But has no idea that Ivy becomes fixated on her, developing a deep obsession for her. She is caught between her work and the complicated emotions forming from Ivy's obvious affection. It makes her realize that this may destroy her completely, if she lets the forbidden feelings rose to life. ⸻ 18+ ALL RIGHTS ARE MINE. TRY TO COPY AND I'LL TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS

When Robyn Westland, meets her dream woman at a bar things are looking up, Riley Marshall is tall, masc. athletic, with a cocky smile and attitude to match. As the two women start to fall for each other there is only one problem, Ms Westland is a strict English teacher with a reputation for being a bitch and Riley Marshall, is a new transfer student with a reputation for being a waster. What will happen when their feelings and reality collide or are they simply in too deep

(This story is the second part of 'I really want you to hate me' You don't have to read the first part to understand this. Feel free to read it without it, but the story is clearer if you have read the first one. ) HAYLEY She is just too intimidating, too scary and too cold. And too freaking beautiful. So gorgeous that sometimes I forget to breathe when I look at her. LILLIAN I want to fix my marriage. Nothing can keep me away from that. Not even her. I will fix my marriage. Even if I can't look at anything else but her.

"Evelyn, there's a reason employees aren't close with their bosses If they do their job well, they have to put the corporation first...It's the boss's job to keep them in line, constantly supervise them, and order them around, so it's only natural most people don't like that, and therefore them. Do you understand?" "But we get along, don't we?" I asked tentatively, not trying to give away how much I believed there was something deeper between us. "Most, Evelyn." "I'm sorry I don't follow." "You don't mind being looked after, complying, or put in your place...In fact, I think you like it." ........................................... When the enticing, elegant, confident, woman who caught her eye at the bar turns out to be her boss's boss can she hide the depths of her inappropriate attraction?

A simple waitress girl by the name of Charlotte want to jump town, but a calm, lethal mafia boss stood in her way of that. : : "What is this?" I questioned, wide-eyed, staring up at a grinning Isami. "That is us about to teach, little Kyle Hummock here a little lesson." Her fingertips moved from my throbbing chest to my quivering lips. Looking at Kyle, he was severely battered and gasping against the tight bound that kept his breath in. "Please let him leave." She giggled, and I focused my gaze on her dark eyes. "I want him to see me fuck you, little flower." Her sardonic chuckle rings around the room. "I want him to realize how much you are mine now."

A Dark Themed Mafia Romance Clementine An English teacher is a thief, she stole one hundred thousand dollars from Nikolia Ivanov and now she wants something and that's not money...She wants her to her little plaything. : : "Bishop and Omir. They are like brothers; they would never take from me." As she leaned on the sofa, her legs extended, demonstrating how massive she was and how much she was going to fuck me up with that pistol, which she carried like a toy in her hands. "You are the only person in this town who is stupid enough to steal from me." "Wait! Wait!" Wait!" I panicked, clutching her hard-stone arm. "Just what are you going to do to me?" "I'm going to fuck you for my money." She inhaled deeply and quietly. It then flows out her nose and hits my face; by this point, my heart was pounding, and I was relieved to know she was still with me. If I live, I will never consume fatty foods.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

A Sugar Daddy Dark Romance : : : : "Listen, Ms. Virgin, you obviously don't know who I am. So allow me to share some information with you." My gaze was drawn to her gorgeous lips as she leaned in close. "Exactly, pay close attention to my lips." Those lovely lips have a grin on them. Her hand, which was holding a costly gold watch that matched her attire, stroked over my cheek. I took a step back from her. "I will fuck your life up and lastly don't speak to me like I am one of your friends. Here's my phone number." She offered me a card, which I took carelessly between my fingers. She might order me to jump, and I'd inquire, 'off the cliff?' "Call me; I anticipated you to be in my bed pretty soon." She remarked, "I felt her laying my phone between my bosoms." The screen's coolness pierced my flesh. I sneered at her arrogance, which led her to believe I would ever sleep with her. This was merely a casual get-together. "I'm not going to call you." I remarked, placing the card inside the bag's safety, that even if I won't call, I won't throw away the number either.