Ms. Smith She's law. She's order. And she's completely off-limits. Angela Colin wasn't supposed to fall for her professor. Especially not her Valentina Smith, the strict, elegant woman every student fears. But the more Smith tries to ignore her, the more Angela pushes back. Sharp-tongued, fearless, and dangerously clever, Angela refuses to be just another name on the list. What begins as tension becomes obsession. One stolen moment in the dark changes everything-and Smith's rules start to unravel. But in a world where reputation means everything, love may be the most dangerous crime of all.

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

In the soft golden haze of the 2000s, there lived a name whispered through halls of wealth. Selena Mcgraw. A daughter of legacy, an heir to empires, and a woman who loved no one but herself. She was fire wrapped in silk, a queen without a crown, untouchable, unshaken, unbothered. But love does not knock, it crashes. And so came someone she never sought, never imagined, yet could never forget. This person brought chaos to her calm, and warmth to her winter soul. They lit up corners of her heart she didn't know were dark. With her, she learned joy was not eternal, and pain had many colors. She laughed, she broke, she bloomed, she bled. And though the world remembers her as strong, those who truly knew will speak of the softness she once hid the parts of her only love could awaken. This is not just a story. It is a memory, fading, aching, beautiful. Let us step into the pages of Selena Mcgraw's past, and weep not just for how it ended...but for how deeply she lived. ... The devil can't reach you. So he send this story to you.