Isabella Gray can't wait to get her senior year over with. She's a quiet girl who likes to keep to herself. She keeps her circle small but loves her two bestfriends with her whole heart. All her teachers love her and she has amazing grades. Diana Williams begins her first year teaching English in a new school. She maintains a strong image and is feared by most. She never lets anyone in because she is afraid of being seen as weak. Diana and Isabella cross paths but will they be able to stick to keeping things solely professional? warning// content includes: -mentions of SA -drug and alcohol usage -smut

It was never supposed to mean anything. Just a fleeting moment. A beautiful mistake, soaked in midnight and quiet desperation. One night to forget the rules. To taste freedom in the arms of a stranger. To let go without thinking of the morning after. No goodbyes. No consequences. Only touches that lingered too long, and memories etched into skin like whispers. But fate doesn't play fair. Because when Mia stepped into her classroom that Monday morning, time didn't just stop. It held its breath. And there she was. The stranger from that night. But not draped in shadows this time. No, now she stood in the light. Composed. Commanding. Off-limits. Her new English teacher. Their eyes met. A flash of recognition. A pause too long to be innocent. Mia's heart stumbled in her chest. The room faded, voices dulled, the world narrowed to just her. The woman she wasn't supposed to see again. The woman who now held her future in the palm of her hand. And maybe, just maybe, still remembered everything.

Professor x Student | WLW It wasn't one moment that pulled them apart, but a quiet accumulation of almosts, of missed chances, of words that never found their way out. Nearly a year passes before Lyn and Claire see each other again. A year spent learning how to carry an absence that never truly felt like one. A year of pretending that distance could soften something that, in truth, only settled deeper under the surface. And now, standing here again, it doesn't feel like a fresh start. It feels like something unfinished asking to be answered. Not about what happened before. Not about who was right or wrong. But about what still lingers between them, and whether they're brave enough to face it this time, without turning away.

WLW | Still bruised from her last relationship, Nia (41) swore she wasn't built for "forever." Meghan (35), meanwhile, has a talent for choosing men who can't meet her halfway. Sometimes love shows up late, sideways, and wearing the last face you ever expected to want. Could someone else's heartbreak become the start of their own love story? A slow-burn sapphic romance from the Ms. Dover Universe, unfolding right after 'Perhaps, Ms. Dover', about timing, trust, and the terrifying beauty of being seen.

Following the life of AP student Tala Torres, you begin to see a different side of Ramona Academy. And in the very walls AP chemistry teacher Ms. Greene exists. A sweet and gentle disruption to Tala's storm cloud of work. Tala wants nothing but to make her parents happy, but in the midst of putting them first, she starts to lose herself. Ms. Greene throws a lifeline that forces her life out of balance. Only Ms. Greene can pick up the pieces. Follow the continued story of Oh, Miss Jackson~, and see how Sarah and Savannah continue their lives into adulthood. But now a new love story has begun. ** You don't need to read the previous book to read this one** Warnings - gay content - smut - language - mental abuse - homophobia

In her senior year, Eve finds herself on a collision course with trouble and darkness from the very first day. Amidst this turmoil, she becomes captivated by a teacher who is her polar opposite. Driven by curiosity, Eve embarks on a quest to understand this enigmatic figure, leading to an unexpected and profound connection. As she delves deeper, Eve must confront the question: Will her curiosity and budding affection bring her fulfillment or heartache?

Professor x Student | WLW Claire Dover (20) is standing at the edge of something she can't name. It began with a single moment, an instinct to reach out, to care, before she even knew who the woman was. Just a stranger in the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn't expect to see her again. She didn't expect that the woman she pulled back from the road would later introduce herself as Professor Hartmann (39). And Lyn? She never meant to care. She is the kind of woman who carries old grief like a folded letter in her coat pocket. But Claire is all sharp glances, quiet presence, and impossible timing. Now, every look, every pause between words, threatens to unravel something they both try to hold together. A slow-burn sapphic love story about restraint, proximity, and all the things we feel before we can name them.

5:30 AM. Breakfast. Lunch packed. Laundry. Dishes. Designs for women who get to leave the house. Dinner by six. Every. Single. Day. Liora Bennett used to be a name in fashion. Now she's a routine, one her wife built for her, brick by brick, disguised as love. Victoria Hale doesn't hit her. Victoria just needs to know where she is. Who's looking at her. Why she'd ever want to leave a house this beautiful, a life this provided for. Liora tells herself it's fine. She defends her wife even when no one's asking her to. Even after the night she almost lost their baby alone bleeding, terrified, driving herself to the hospital while Victoria slept two doors down and didn't wake up. She's still telling herself it's fine. Until Victoria's boss sees her across a crowded mall. Valentina Ashcroft doesn't smile. Doesn't laugh. Runs half the city and buries the other half when they get in her way. Nobody's ever seen her soften for anything. Until now. Liora built her whole life around staying small enough not to be noticed. She's about to find out what happens when the most dangerous woman in the city notices her anyway. Some cages are made of silk. They're still cages.

NOTE: THIS IS A MATURE STORY WITH MANY SEX SCENCES. THIS STORY IS MEANT FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! Backstory: Ezriel is a 24 yr old aspiring model. She is dating her boyfriend Daniel, a 26 yr old mechanical engineer. The two live together in a three bedroom apartment in California. Lately their relationship has been on the rocks. They argue almost everyday over the smallest things and they have not slept in the same bed for a week. One day Ezriel decides to have a conversation with Daniel to see if they could work things out once and for all. He agreed and they are finally back on good terms. That weekend, they decide to go to the club and have a nice date night together. While they are in the club, Ezriel spots a beautiful woman dancing. She is a short Latina with long brown hair and brown eyes. She's wearing a tight black dress that rides up just slightly as she dances. Ezriel notices all her curves and sudden gets the urge to dance with her. Ezri starts to feel something that she has never felt before... a sexual attraction to another female. Throughout the night Ezriel, notices that this woman is eyeing her. It's as if she knows Ezri is attracted to her... but how could she??? Every time they make eye contact Ezriel shyly looks away and puts her head down. To shake this weird attraction, Ezriel asks her boyfriend to order her another drink. Now, she's on her fourth drink and she sees the mysterious women head for the bathroom alone. Without a second thought, Ezri asks her boyfriend to hold her drink while she goes to the bathroom. On the walk there she starts thinking...what am I doing? I'm just drunk, why am I like this? I should just walk back. Ezri turns around to go back, but then decided to go in anyway. She opens the door and.... Mysterious woman: "Hi" 🙂😏 Ezri: *shly answers*: Hu...hi"🙂🙈

| teacher x student | wxw | slow burn | When 19-year-old Lena James enters English Literature class, she expects nothing special. Instead, she meets Ms. Sinclair her cold, sharp-tongued British literature teacher. Elegant, cutting, and unbearably superior. From the very first lesson, the 34-year-old woman seems to take pleasure in dismantling Lena's every opinion with cruel precision. Lena hates her. She hates the condescending red marks on her essays, the raised eyebrow that makes her feel small, and the way Ms. Sinclair lingers in her thoughts long after class ends. But hate this intense has a way of twisting into something far more dangerous. With a strict 15-year age gap and an unbreakable teacher-student boundary, their slow-burning tension threatens to break every rule both in literature and in real life. Some lessons aren't taught kindly. And some hatreds taste too much like desire. "Ms. Sinclair's Secret"