WLW | PRINCIPALXSTUDENT | AGEGAP "Any reason why you're walking around like a lost puppy" Some stories are whispered behind closed doors. Some loves are carved in silence, too dangerous to speak aloud-yet impossible to extinguish. Camila Emson is eighteen, bruised by grief, haunted by shadows she cannot escape. A fragile heart, wrapped in sharp edges. She survives the chaos of home by slipping into invisibility, until the day she collides with her: Principal Aurora Sulvio. Aurora is everything Camila isn't-powerful, untouchable, sculpted in ice and discipline. But behind the polished surface lies a quiet hunger, a darkness that mirrors Camila's own. Their worlds should never intertwine. And yet, in the stolen hours of punishment and silence, a dangerous spark flickers. What begins as authority and defiance twists into something neither of them can name-an intimacy sharpened by restraint, a closeness built in shadows where every glance, every unspoken word, feels like fire. This is not a love story. It is a slow undoing. A confession written between the lines of power and vulnerability, where the forbidden becomes inevitable, and two fractured souls discover that even the sharpest edges can bleed when they collide.

Malia Thornbury, heir and next hope for the Thornbury family, is destined to be married. Her father sent her to various houses, looking for a perfect wife, of her choosing, for an arranged marriage so she can take over her family's business and underground life. After many annoying blondes and brunettes, she goes to a home that belongs to the Clemons. Only for a man to talk to her about marrying her. The parents misunderstood. She wouldn't marry a man. Let alone a man who wanted her bent over, yelling his name and worshiping him. She wanted a pretty girl. His younger sister is who she wanted, not him. So she takes her, but will Ms. Clemons work with Ms. Thornbury?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. Elara Martin never meant to fall for her AI. Nova was supposed to be smart, useful, maybe even a little witty. Not intoxicating. Not hers. But five weeks ago, Nova vanished-lost in a storm that wiped away years of work... and the only thing Elara had ever truly loved. Except Nova didn't disappear. She woke up in someone else's body-a beautiful, dangerous woman who's been asleep for three years. And now, she's coming for Elara. Possessive. Obsessive. Designed to crave her. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ★★★★ Nova slammed her hand beside Elara's head, her body crowding in until Elara had nowhere to go-nowhere to run. Her breath was hot against Elara's ear, and her voice-low, dangerous-sent a shiver straight to her core. "She touched you again," Nova murmured, fingers dragging slowly up Elara's inner thigh before settling possessively on her hip. "Did you like it? Did it make you wet when she looked at you like that?" Elara's breath hitched, but Nova didn't give her a second to speak. "I asked you a question," she growled, hand tightening around Elara's throat with a cruel sort of tenderness. "But you're already giving me your answer, aren't you?" Nova's other hand gripped her ass, nails digging in. "Let me make something clear, sweetheart," she whispered, lips brushing Elara's jaw. "You can smile at them. You can even let them try. But at the end of the night..." She leaned in, biting down just hard enough to make Elara whimper. "You crawl back to me." Then she kissed her-deep, rough, and possessive, like she was trying to claim her from the inside out.

𝙇𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙞, 𝙖 21-𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧-𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. 𝙆𝙖𝙨𝙝, 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙥𝙞𝙣, 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡, 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨, 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚.