Skylar Wilde is nineteen years old, newly transferred to Redhale High, and determined to start over. A new town. A new school. A new life. No one in Redhale knows where she came from, and Skylar intends to keep it that way. Between classes, early morning runs, and trying to build a future she never thought she would have, she slowly begins to find a place for herself among the people around her. There is Hailey, the shy girl who becomes her first real friend. Ella, the energetic four-year-old next door who decides almost immediately that Skylar belongs in her world. And Claire Conner. The strict, composed teacher who never seems to lose control of anything. At least not on the surface. As the months pass, unexpected connections begin to form, and the life Skylar is building becomes harder to walk away from. But some secrets refuse to stay buried. And some people are willing to destroy everything to make sure the past is never forgotten. ------------/------- Follow the journey of these people, and discover the truth, the lies, the love and heartbreaks

Girls like me do not get happy endings. I know what I am. In the worst case a cliché at best a cautionary tale. I put an international border between my past and I, only to end up working in a strip bar low quality. Even my excuse is as bad as can be: I'm paying for college, getting my art degree from the most prestigious school of Montreal. Although some days it gets confusing: I'm just a student who works nights as a stripper, or a stripper that is passed by a student? But the inevitable happens and my two lives collide. And now there is a person who knows both quiet and antisocial Alaska and sensual, shameless Sky. A person who keeps my secret. It is beautiful, it is sophisticated. She comes from the other side of life, one in which they do not want me or accept. But it strikes me and their hot, warm hands on my skin promise me things that I gave up long ago. The problem? She teaches my class Classical Photography.

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 In the bustling town of Wynthorpe, two people crossed paths in the well-known academy. Both Lara Rosewood and Adelaide Henderson unwillingly develop feelings for each other. However, one problem forever lingered, she was Lara's teacher. And would Adelaide really risk jeopardising her whole career over a single student, something they may fizzle out?

When eighteen-year-old Riley Murphy takes a job at her cousin's strip club, she hides behind a red mask and the stage name Rosie. Three nights a week, she performs private shows for a mysterious, wealthy woman who tips like sin and keeps her wanting more. But when school starts and Riley walks into the principal's office, she freezes- the woman she's been stripping for is Principal Miller. Now neither of them can escape the pull between them... or the dangerous secret that could destroy them both. ---

At Northbridge High, the quietest place in the building is Room 214-except during office hours. Rylee Hill has always been good at disappearing into the margins: the quiet girl in the third row, the one who listens more than she speaks. But when Ramona Adler, a reserved and enigmatic language professor from Germany, arrives mid-semester, Rylee finds herself drawn into a world she doesn't fully understand. One built on careful words, hidden lives, and the fragile space between student and teacher. Ramona is private, composed, and impossible to read. Rylee is imaginative, and dangerously eager to connect. Their conversations start with books, assignments, and questions after class-but for Rylee, every moment feels like something more. As autumn turns to winter, school hallways feel smaller, whispers grow louder, and Rylee begins to realize that some feelings are heavier than secrets-and some silences speak louder than confessions. Office Hours is a quiet, atmospheric coming-of-age story about longing, boundaries, and the moments that change us in ways we don't recognize until much later.

Lucia Bellandi has always been certain of who she is. At twenty, her life is comfortable, predictable, and carefully uncomplicated. She has her friends, her university classes, her part time job, and a future she has never had much reason to question. Then she meets Professor Vivienne Marrow. Cold, intimidating, impossibly composed, and far too observant, Vivienne is the kind of woman Lucia should have no reason to think about once she leaves the seminar room. Except she does. At first, Lucia tells herself it's admiration. Vivienne is intelligent, confident, and everything Lucia wishes she could be. The strange feeling in her chest must mean nothing more than nerves. But the more often their paths cross, the harder it becomes to ignore the questions Lucia has spent her entire life avoiding. Because sometimes discovering who you are means questioning everything you thought you already knew. And sometimes the person who makes you question it is the one person you were never supposed to want.

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.

Isabelle is a highly intelligent and well-known 18-year-old at school. She does not recognise authority or imposed rules, she is a free spirit, but one who carries painful secrets and the burden of others, which is imposed on her and causes her to break down every day. Another problem seems to stand in her way - the new headmistress, 36-year-old Clara. The woman barges into the teenager's life uninvited. But is she really another problem? Will Isabelle find the courage to face what is destroying her?

Two strangers. One blog. One writes in the dark, never knowing who reads. The other reads in silence, never saying who she is. Mia Michels is a journalism student who hides behind a fake name, spilling her thoughts like confessions at 3 a.m. Her posts are raw, chaotic, painfully real. What she doesn't know? One of her readers is Athena Sterling-the vanished star the world hasn't stopped missing, and a woman who's forgotten how to be seen. What starts as a quiet, anonymous exchange becomes something more: A safe place. A mirror. A slow-blooming intimacy neither expected. And maybe, a reason to come back to the world. Because sometimes, the right person finds you -just when you've stopped believing they exist.

𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀𝗺 (/ˈsɒlɪpsɪz(ə)m/ from Latin solus, meaning "alone", and ipse, meaning "self") is the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. As an epistemological position, solipsism holds that knowledge of anything outside one's own mind is unsure; the external world and other minds cannot be known and might not exist outside the mind. Cecilia Mae Bennett has always lived slightly outside the rhythm of other people's lives. Brilliant, restless, and chronically late, she moves through the world with a careless confidence that hides a mind constantly turning inward-toward loneliness, thoughts, and questions that refuse simple answers. At university, she finds herself in the lecture hall of Professor Eleanora Dalton. Dalton is everything Cecilia is not: composed, exacting, and impossible to read. A philosopher who believes thinking is a discipline, not a performance. Unlike Cecilia she's someone who takes morbid pleasure in complete solitude. She has little patience for interruptions-especially not from a student who arrives late and looks at her as though she were something to be studied. What begins as irritation gradually becomes something more difficult to name. The lines that once seemed clear-professional, ethical, necessary-begin to lose their certainty. Recognition rarely arrives politely. And once it does, it refuses to disappear. In the end, both are forced to confront a quieter truth: that some desires endure despite restraint, and that silence can unsettle even the most carefully controlled life.