Y/n Devil's mother, Cruella Devil, forces her daughter to go to the school for good and evil to improve your powers and be a true villain one day. Since you wanted to make your cold and strict mother proud, you did as you were told. What y/n didn't know is that the Dean of her school is the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. Her teacher, Lady Lesso, is a woman who takes what she wants and doesn't like to be disobeyed. Y/n always liked to play with fire and to provoke. You got your own will with your own attitude, but Lady Lesso loved being challenged. But not every fairy tale in this world has a happy end and you never know how it's going to turn out.

What happens when Zelda pulls Ms. Wardwell aside to have a little talk after the exorcism, she never wanted to do in the first place? What happens when both of them catch themselves thinking about the other one, despite their serious effort to hate each other? Will Zelda find out Mrs. Wardwell's true identity and intentions or can she change the mind of Madam Satan without knowing who she really is?

When your wife hesitates to let you go to the village market alone, you scoff at her overprotective nature. With Alcina's Mark, her claim, sitting proudly on your neck for all the world to see, only a fool would even think about trying anything with you. Right? **Now a Series of Semi-Related One-Shots - Updates every Sunday**

Evie didn't know what to expect after she became the Experiment. She didn't expect to be dumped with a Lady Dimitrescu and her three daughters. She certainly didn't expect them to like her, much less care for her as one of their own.

They've been walking for days. The kind of walking that eats at your spine and leaves your thoughts screaming louder than the silence. After getting sidetracked by crumbling colonies and empty promises, Joel and Ellie are running low-on food, on bullets, on hope. That's when they see her. Alone. Hunched behind the rusted corpse of a car, hoodie drawn tight, one hand clenched around a blade that's already seen too much use. She doesn't beg. Doesn't speak at first. Just looks at them like she's deciding whether to fight or bleed out. Joel raises his gun. She doesn't flinch. "Go ahead," she says, voice flat. "Wouldn't be the worst thing that's happened to me." Ellie shifts. Joel doesn't lower the weapon. Not yet. They let her stick around-just for the night. That's what they tell themselves. She doesn't talk much, eats less. Sleeps with one eye open and a blade under her pillow. There's something broken in her. Not the kind you fix. The kind that cuts if you get too close. But they keep walking. And she keeps following. No one asks why. There's a story behind her silence, behind the bruises she won't explain and the nightmares that make her choke on her own breath. Joel sees it-he's lived it. Ellie feels it-like a weight shifting in their trio. A new presence. A new threat. Or maybe something else. They don't trust her. Not really. But they know better than to leave someone behind just because they're haunted. The world took everything from her-and what's left is sharp, angry, and dangerous. For a few days, they're not two-they're three. But nothing stays whole in this world. Not for long. TW

What happens when Rebecca kisses a woman in a bar who turns out to be her new english teacher?

In her final year of high school, a teenager navigates the challenges of switching classes. Adjusting to a new routine proves difficult, especially when she learns that her favorite English teacher has left the school. To make matters worse, her new psychology teacher, Miss. Pimenta, is cold and intimidating, leaving her unsure of what to expect. Will it be a normal teacher student bond or something forbidden?

This is in addition to the previous story about Lilith - she's pregnant, living with Zelda, and worried about what she's going to give birth to!

Professor's Dark Desire [18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3 ... "Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy. "Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy. "Answer......" She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering. "Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry. "Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time. "I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her. "Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices. "Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....

Clara is about to end her life when Directrix Spellman steps in. Obviously, a huge trigger warning. I wrote this more for myself, but thought I'd share in case it would help someone else. No smut, only fluff.