"I want to fuck you," he said, low and filthy. My breath hitched. "W-what?" "I said I want to fuck you, Professor." He pressed closer, towering over me, his hard manhood grinding slowly against my thigh. "I want to bury my cock inside you and feel how tight you are." Logic screamed warnings in the back of my mind, but they were drowned out by the heavy ache between my legs and the way my hole clenched at his words. I found myself nodding slowly, heart pounding. ____________ Professor Kelly Roman, spends all his time drowning in work; teaching mathematics, tutoring his students, going home and repeating the cycle. There is nothing more to that, that's his life and that's what he is satisfied with. But what happens when a new student comes along and interferes with that daily routine? A student that most teachers tend to avoid, to fear...but why? Kelly doesn't understand but he also doesn't care, all he cares about is work. So what happens when that new student takes a liking to the professor? Will Professor Kelly push him away like he always does with people who want him, or will he be devoured by the mysterious student?

In a world frozen in time, hidden voices speak up to share their tales, their fights, and their sacrifices to be equal. As each of these women crosses over to the plank, they will remember that even if it doesn't help now, it will in the future. Who are these women? They are the ones who made a difference, even in silence. *** *This is an essay I wrote in college for my Women in American History class. I hope you guys enjoy it and learn some hidden history!* Inkitt Review: "Such a powerful read for a history essay! It really makes you rethink standard historical timelines by looking at them through the lens of female sacrifice. Clear, well-argued, and deeply engaging. Thanks for such great work!"

⚠️cold male lead ⚠️obsessed villain ⚠️ she was written to die, but this time, she was changing the plot. * This story contains more than 24000 words.* > She thought it was just a webtoon . Until she entered that webtoon. Ari wakes up inside a webtoon she has loved for the past ten years, a dark tale of murder, obsession, and power. In her past life within this webtoon world, the villain married her. While she fell in love with the hero. What would happen if she got to know that in her past live, she had entered that webtoon. Will she be able to do things right? She's the only one playing with knowledge of two timelines... but someone else is writing the ending. And this time, the script wants her dead.

18+🥵😈💋SMUT💋😈🥵18+ Your thighs part at the mere thought, and you feel the searing path of phantom kisses up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs-hot, deliberate, claiming. Each press of his mouth sends molten ripples through your belly, closer, higher, until you're arching helplessly, your hips bucking, chasing the pressure you crave. You whimper, the sound breathless, needy.

[COMPLETE] I died from overwork and woke up as the empire's most spoiled villainess-Lady Seraphina Valeria. In the novel, she was executed for trying to poison the saintly heroine. I have no plans of dying again, thank you very much. My new plan? Avoid the heroine, outsmart the prince, and strike a deal with the mysterious black-market mage everyone fears. Unfortunately, the story doesn't like being rewritten-and the "villainess" everyone hates might just become its biggest glitch. If fate wants me dead again, it'll have to try harder.

Alexandria was just a regular high school student-until she woke up in the body of the villainess from the internet novel her best friend had written. A villainess doomed to die at the tender age of sixteen, no matter who the heroine ends up with. Now trapped in a world of extravagant gowns, scheming nobles, and an overcomplicated plot, Alexandria has only one goal: to survive. Her plan? Avoid the novel's characters at all costs and rewrite her fate into a peaceful, uneventful life-even if it means flipping the story upside down. But fate seems to have other plans. From coincidental meetings with key characters to unraveling secrets she was never meant to know, Alexandria's carefully laid plans start crumbling faster than a dry biscuit in soup. Will she manage to dodge the death flags looming over her, or is destiny determined to keep her story on track?

Lifelong friends Calla and Brunk have been traveling the kingdoms and killing monsters together for years. They are used to being to being on the road for months at a time, sleeping on rough grounds under the stars. They love their life, and each other, just not romantically. Until one orc breeding season everything changes.

I died the classic way: hit by Truck-kun on a rainy Tuesday while holding bubble tea and a tote bag full of manhwa. I know. Peak K-drama energy. Next thing I know, I wake up in one of those manhwas. You know the type: Love triangle? Check. Villainess with a tragic backstory? Check. Three jaw-dropping male leads fighting over one girl? Triple check. But plot twist: I'm not 𝐡𝐞𝐫. Not the heroine. Not the villainess. Heck, I'm not even the maid who overhears important secrets. I'm a 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫-Level: Background Furniture. My only scene was in Chapter 30 where I handed someone a fork. But that's fine. I've watched enough dramas and read enough webtoons to know one thing: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞. Armed with half-remembered high school chemistry, useless trivia, and an unhealthy obsession with money-making hacks, I'm going to build a fortune in a world that hasn't even discovered electricity yet. ...Unless, of course, the plot finds me first.

😈💋🥵Smut/Mature/18+🥵💋😈 His gaze darkened, his pupils dilating as he watched her body shudder beneath him. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, voice thick with desire, "I didn't realize how fucking beautiful you looked when I was filling you..."

😈💖🥵Smut/18+/Mature🥵💖😈 Your legs tremble as his grip steadies you, his face buried between your thighs. The sensation of his sharp horns grazing your skin only heightens your awareness of his power, his presence, his overwhelming masculinity. He lingers, breathing you in as if trying to commit your scent to memory. SHORT STORY, I think that's where my strength is 😆