teacher x student | wlw | book 2 Emily thought the hard part was over. She's graduated. She's finally living with Hannah. For the first time, their life together feels real, and a future seems within reach. But the real world has a way of intruding on even the happiest endings. With university approaching and their lives beginning to move forward, the fragile bubble they've been living in starts to crack. Rumors spread. Judgments are made. Old choices refuse to stay in the past, and the world around them begins asking questions neither of them are ready to answer. What starts as small cracks in their perfect little world slowly grows into something much heavier--loss, doubt, old ghosts resurfacing, and the kind of scrutiny that can tear two people apart. Suddenly the life they built together feels a lot less certain. Because loving each other was never the problem. Surviving everything that comes with it might be.

Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.

teacher x student | wlw | age gap TW: sensitive topics ‼️ You arrive broken and unseen. Ms. Blanchett has learned how to keep distance. What grows between you is slow, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. • Slow burn • Teacher (Cate Blanchett) x Student • Age gap (30 years)

Athena Sinclair, 37, is cold, distant and shady. She has her walls are built strong, bricks of secrets and mystery untold. Nobody gets in and she never gets out, especially after finding out that her ex wife cheated for two years of their marriage. What will happen when she stumbles across Rosetta (21), a calm and happy student whose aura only irritates her? How can one person be so full of joy? Or is this a façade? Rosetta puts up a front outside of her home. After her dad died, her family life went down hill. How much is too much and what will happen when prim and proper Rosie begins to fall for her ice queen of a teacher? TW: SA Alcohol abuse Smut/ BDSM Age gap Abuse

teacherxstudent - wlw age gap - 16 years. Having just stepped into a new school, Elly resolved to dedicate herself wholly to her studies. She had transferred to flee a harrowing past she could not forget, a memory etched deep into both body and soul. Though countless trials assailed her, her mother's steadfast support became her anchor.

They never expected to see each other again after that night. What happened in that room was supposed to stay there, a fleeting secret neither of them would speak of again. But fate has other plans. A month later, they come face to face in the last place either of them imagined. (ProfessorxStudent)

One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.

Sloane doesn't love. She doesn't even try. Girls come and go- useful until they're boring, discarded the moment they start to cling. Control is the only thing that matters, and it has always been hers. Until Elara. Dark-eyed. Sharp. Calculated. A woman who strips Sloane bare with nothing more than a look, who takes control without asking, who makes submission feel less like a choice and more like inevitability. What begins as a game of power becomes an obsession neither of them can walk away from. For the first time, Sloane isn't the one pulling the strings-she's caught in them. This isn't love. This isn't safe. This is control. Twisted. Consuming. Addictive.

Elizabeth/Ms. Wilson 30 University professor during the day, HOT mafia boss bitch at night Lily Smith 23 Student who (eventually) is so unbelievably smitten for her Ladies, it's got the age gap, the teacher x student, mafia boss, enemies to lovers, tension, slow burn, "who did this to you", "touch her and I'll kill you", stargazing where one admires the actual sky and says it's beautiful while the other one agrees yet her eyes are only on the girl beside her, angry love confessions in the rain, tooth rotting fluff and the HOTTEST sex ever. And so much more. It's got every single trope I know my desperate little loves need ;) ~ ACTUAL SUMMARY: Lily hates her. She hates that smug look on her face when she walks into the classroom like she owns the place. She hates the smirk that appears on those devastatingly beautiful, plump, soft looking lips whenever she catches Lily's eyes ogling her. She hates her cold, commanding tone. Her to-die-for body. Her breathtaking hazel eyes. The way she sounds so hot when speaking French. The way she rests her pen between her mouth while she reads over exams which ignites a burning jealousy in Lily of said pen between sinful lips. So yeah, Lily very much hates her. It doesn't help that Ms. Wilson is the meanest, coldest bitch to ever set foot on earth and is hell bent on making Lily's last semester unbearable. But in between their heated arguments, shared glances, and mutual feelings of hatred, lies secrets neither of which are prepared to unravel. Ms. Wilson. Her university professor during the day. But the leader of the most deadly mafia at night? Could she get any hotter? Ehem I mean terrifying? As they both become apart of each other's lives without meaning to, lines begin to blur and feelings rise to surface. But along with the million other reasons why Lily SHOULD walk away, only one makes her heart ache unbearably. I surpassed my word limit so I guess you'll just have to read and find out what ;)

❤️‍🩹𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆❤️‍🩹 «𝒊𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒄𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆... 𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒄𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊» Questa è la storia di un ragazzo che non prova sentimenti e di una ragazza che ne prova fin troppi. Lui è uscito dal riformatorio. Lei vorrebbe che ci tornasse. Peccato che adesso condividano la stessa scuola... e lo stesso destino. Axel Kai River ha 19 anni e uno sguardo che brucia come benzina. Dopo tre anni dietro le sbarre, torna a scuola per diplomarsi. L'unico problema? Iris Skye Everly. Lei lo odia. Lui... nemmeno la considera. Almeno fino a quando non è costretto a proteggerla. O distruggerla. Tra scontri, sguardi taglienti e notti che tolgono il fiato, i confini tra odio e attrazione iniziano a confondersi. Ma Axel ha troppi demoni... e Iris troppo da perdere. Nessuno ricorda quando è iniziata davvero la guerra tra i Picche e i Fiori. Forse è stato uno sguardo, un bacio rubato, o un nome sussurrato nel buio sbagliato. Ma da allora, il sangue ha scritto più di quanto l'inchiostro potrà mai raccontare. C'è chi nasce con l'onore cucito addosso, e chi invece lo conquista a morsi, tra le fiamme del peccato e la sete di vendetta. Iris Skye Everly non è nata per essere salvata. Axel Kai River non è tornato per perdonare. In un mondo dove la famiglia è legge e l'amore è un crimine, si incontrano due anime rotte, opposte e affamate di verità. Ma attenzione: non tutte le storie d'amore vogliono essere raccontate. Alcune, semplicemente, bruciano. Hate to love. Segreti. Rabbia. Desiderio. Questa non è una favola. È una condanna. E loro sono le armi.