I closed the office door behind him and leaned against my desk, watching him sit there with the book open on his lap. Elias Carter looked like the perfect student, back straight, jaw tight, fingers pressing too hard into the pages. "Page seventy-two," I said. "Read." He started, steady and careful. I let him get a few lines in before tapping the page. "Again." His fingers twitched. I leaned closer, my skirt brushing his knee, and watched him struggle not to react. "Louder," I said quietly. His voice dropped when he tried again. I moved around the desk and stopped in front of him, close enough that he had to look up at me. "You're rushing," I said. "Slow down." I adjusted the book in his hands and let my knee rest against his. He stayed still. So did I. "From the sentence you skipped." "Yes, ma'am." I let my hand settle on his thigh, light and deliberate, and watched him try to focus while knowing I was fully aware of him. I corrected a word, brushed my fingers over his knuckles, and told him to read it again. He was already struggling by then, repeating the same lines like effort alone might save him. "Better," I said softly, staying right where I was. "Keep going." And I waited. _______ Raven Sinclair never planned to notice a freshman. Elias Carter was careful, quiet, and way too perfect to catch her attention. But when he stayed after class for tutoring, something shifted. Books, pages, whispered corrections, and deliberate touches became games neither of them admitted to. He was inexperienced, obedient, and easily flustered. And she was fully aware of exactly what she was doing to him. Rules were made to break, and she was about to prove it. ______ Trigger / Content Warnings Abuse, Age Gap (Teacher × Student), Kink, Mature Themes, Power Dynamics, Sexual Tension

"Be a good boy, Ares, and just follow my lead." His chest rose up rapidly, taking his hands into mine and placing them on my waist. Feeling him begin to grow hard and the pool of wetness between my legs ached my soul. I needed him now. A piece of his hair fell on his forehead, his thumbs moved in circular motion as I rocked my hips back and forth, holding onto his shoulders for support. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest; I was practically salivating at this sight. It was obvious that he was going to the gym, even just by looking at his arms you could tell. This man was pure perfection, and I was pure seduction. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," his voice was breathless and ragged. My back arched because of the growing sensation I was feeling; he dipped his head between my neck, placing light kisses. I fist his hair as my jaw drops; my panties are drenched. "We should, we had a deal." _____ Violet Gray was a sophomore in college and failing her classes. With her growing popularity due to her looks and partying every night, Violet had completely forgotten the true reason for being in school. She had two options: get kicked out of college or find a tutor. Violet didn't want either; she was embarrassed to be kicked out and embarrassed to be tutored. She didn't want people to think she was stupid. So she took the tutoring option and kept it well hidden. Ares Meadows was the epitome of smart and talented; his grades were all straight A's. He didn't have time to party nor focus solely on his looks and popularity. Ares was a nerd with even more nerdy friends, but the way he looked distracted everyone from the fact that he was a nerd. But nobody wants an inexperienced man.

Zane Stone and Dominic Hale have always been inseparable- best friends since childhood, opposite in all the right ways and perfectly in sync. Zane is smart, kind, loyal- trusted by all to be the beta their pack deserves. Dominic is intense, intimidating, impossibly strong, destined to be alpha. Yet beneath his power lies a heart of gold. He cares deeply for his pack and is determined to be the ideal leader. Their friendship has always been solid. Unshakable. Until it isn't. When they unexpectedly discover they are fated mates, everything changes. Shock turns to tension, affection into something deeper and harder to ignore. As they struggle to navigate a bond neither of them asked for, new challenges emerge. Sometimes they fight- mostly because Zane pushes, and Dominic lets him but when the world turns cruel, they hold the line together. Fate may have brought them together, but love is what makes them stay. .................................................................................................................................................................... 📌 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are purely imaginary. Any similarities to real people, living or dead, are purely coincidental. © LateNightQuills - All rights reserved. Do not copy, reproduce, or repost this content without permission.

(bxb) Survival tip #1: Don't strangle your snowed-in roommate. Easier said than done for Miles Thompson, a college senior who just wants to cruise through his final semester with a little fun and as few complications as possible. But when a freak blizzard traps him in Logan Arver's freezing apartment---with no heating, one uselessly thin blanket, and the most irritating guy on campus---simple is officially off the table. Logan is smug, infuriatingly calm, and way too good at getting under Miles' skin. Miles is short-tempered, sleep-deprived, and absolutely not interested in making new friends. But with the snow piling up, the power on the verge of cutting out, and nowhere else to go, they're forced to navigate more than just the storm together, long after it ends.

When a mysterious killer started wiping out the city's prettiest, meanest, most scandalous girls, Eleo thinks she's safe. She's none of those things. She's just a clumsy, overworked college student with zero dating experience. That is, until she does something spectacularly dumb that inevitably put her in his path. Now, instead of living her quiet, peaceful life, she's dealing with: • ‌A ridiculously good-looking serial killer who won't leave her alone. • ‌Death threats that sound suspiciously flirty. And, Eleo's got two options: 1. Find out who the killer is before he "accidentally" falls in love with her. 2. Die. ...And dying sounds 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 inconvenient. 🚨 Not a tutorial. Do NOT attempt.

Harman and Jay were never supposed to be anything more than rivals.. Harman, the golden boy football captain, and Jay, the cocky, brilliant star swimmer. But one reckless kiss at a party changes everything. Now, they share a secret.. a dangerous, addictive pattern of stolen moments and breathless encounters in empty classrooms and locker rooms. By day, they pretend nothing's changed. By night, they can't stay away. But secrets don't stay hidden forever. And the more they fall, the harder it becomes to deny the truth. Because this isn't just a game anymore. Story is for mature audience only. All the characters in the story are 18+.

"The sink." "What the fuck do you think we are gonna do on a sink?" "Because I want to watch you, watch me, fuck you from behind." *** Matt and Spencer have always had a weird relationship. Going from acquaintances, to mutuals, to enemies, to . . . well, whatever the fuck that just was. It was definitely complicated. Life has never given them luck, always throwing them things that somehow involved the other boy. Always the same friends, always the same vacations, they could never get away from each other. But why was this summer vacation somehow different? Their strong hatred toward one another was slowly drifting . . . now being clouded by lust. First Published as "anonyMouS" (February 10, 2021) Rewritten/Republished as "Seasons of Seduction" (2024) *Highest Rankings* #2 in feature #16 in summervacation #91 malexmale #116 in roommates #186 in wattpadromance

"Why are you so fucking scared of the truth?" He seethed. The truth. I slowly brought my hands up to his face and kissed him. I kissed him with a desperation akin to that of defying death. This is the closest to the truth you will ever get. I needed this. For the first time in my life i found myself wanting someone, needing someone. I needed his words, i needed his cruelty, i needed his insults, i needed every bit of him. **************************************************** A fracture in his facade. Alystair Satori built walls so high he created an unescapable prison for himself. Cold and indifferent was what he was notoriously known as at the prestigious highly ranked boarding school in England for the rich. The schools new player, Romen Abarra, all he's ever known was alcohol, flirting and running from brutal memories. If only they knew why he left home. What started out as flirting and banters between the unlikely pair turns into something consuming, dangerous and unrelenting love in the chaos of it all. #2 fuckboy #1 rich //15/10/2025

THE SEQUEL TO SELFISH. DO NOT READ FIRST. Nathan and Bentley spend two weeks with Bentleys Mother for the grand Maddon hotel opening in new york. What could possibly go wrong and what secrets could come to life? DISCLAIMER: This book contains mature themes. Language/ Sex/ Violence/ Homophobia/ Panic attacks. Word count:

What does freedom mean when you don't remember how to live? Five years in white walls taught me how to survive, not how to exist... How do you start over when your hands are still stained? They say I'm free now, that I've done my time. But the world outside feels wrong. Too bright, too alive... They call it LUCK. Lucky to have a second chance. Lucky to breathe air that doesn't taste like bleach and metal. But luck will never change what I did... ~Owen Owen Williams was never loved... not by the people who called themselves his parents. Years of cruelty carved something hollow inside him, until one night, at twelve years old, the breaking point came. A knife. A scream. Blood he still can't wash from his hands. He told himself it was survival. But the guilt never left. Five years locked in a mental hospital couldn't silence the echoes of that night. Now, seventeen and released into a small town under the watch of a kind officer, Owen is supposed to start over... to live again. But how do you begin when the past won't let go? When every breath tastes like a memory? And when forgiveness feels like something meant for someone else?