There are rules in Vale's classroom. Olivia's about to break every single one.

Cordelia Ramsey is the kind of girl who's always in motion - weekend parties, hallway laughter, a little too much eyeliner, and a lot of charm. She's not perfect, but she's not trying to be. Grades? Decent. Friends? Plenty. Life? Complicated. Then comes Ms. Deborah Everett - cool, unreadable, and dressed like she walked out of a noir film. Her voice is soft but cutting, her looks linger a moment too long, and her comments always land like a dare. She shouldn't notice Cordelia. Cordelia shouldn't care. But the way Ms. Everett calls her Miss Ramsey, the way her eyes flicker with something Cordelia can't quite name - it sticks. It grows. It lingers. As late assignments turn into after-school conversations, and sarcasm turns into something quieter, deeper - Cordelia starts to wonder: What exactly is happening here? And more dangerously... what if she doesn't want it to stop? A slow-burn romance full of sharp tension, forbidden glances, and the space between wanting something - and knowing you shouldn't touch it.

Frida started sketching something with her stylus, eyes flicking to her screen as she adjusted the axes of a diagram, mumbling, "...and then this boundary layer here starts behaving like a switch... not instant, but sharp. Sharp enough." Inés leaned in to see. "You mean like a Heaviside approximation?" Frida rolled her eyes, barely biting back a grin. "No. I mean like an actual boundary layer. I thought you said you weren't rusty." That earned her a low hum from Inés - amused, maybe a little provoked. "You want sharp? I'll give you sharp," she muttered, reaching for her own laptop, the tip of her manicured nail clicking a little too decisively on the trackpad. "You're missing the substructure that governs the transition here-see?" Frida glanced over. "That's an assumption, not a proof." "Do you want this to work or do you want it to be romantic?" Frida laughed - surprised and a little breathless. "God. Is that how you think I talk about math?" Inés tilted her head, lips curling. "Only when you're trying to seduce me with it." Frida blinked. Her ears went hot. "I'm not-" "Not trying?" Inés cut in, pretending to glance back at the diagram, feigning innocence, but there was no missing the gleam in her eye. "Shame. Because it's working." Frida looked away sharply, pressing her fingers to the corner of her mouth like she could keep a smile in by force. "You're infuriating." "You're distracted." "You're distracting." Inés made a quiet, pleased sound at that and sat back for a moment, the back of her hand brushing the edge of Frida's chair. "Tell me more about the way you're treating the constraint set when it fractures," she said finally, voice smooth again, back in control - or pretending to be. Frida inhaled and kept going, though her voice was slightly lower now, the words sticking a little as she spoke.

When Esmerelda Harlow steps into the musty halls of Winston High as the new history teacher, with a reputation for being a bitter and arrogant professor, whispers of her arrival ripple through the school. Students are wary, until the reckless student Cameron Monroe allows her interest to morph. Cameron, the school's untouchable rebel with a reputation for detention and carelessness, with a game of causing disturbances. To her, Esmerelda Harlow is just another target-a seemingly uptight woman with strict rules and an aura of authority begging to be challenged. But when Cameron tries her usual antics, she's met with something entirely unexpected: resistance. Esmerelda is not an easy mark. In fact, she's more than Cameron bargained for. Cool-headed and emotionless. Every sarcastic remark is met with calm but devastating wit. Every act of defiance earns a punishment so perfectly tailored, it leaves Cameron seething-and strangely fascinated. Esmerelda sees through Cameron's rebellious exterior to the restless mind beneath it. Cameron, for all her bravado, finds herself caught in Esmerelda's gravitational pull-her intelligence, her poise, and her charm. But Esmerelda isn't here to play games. She's here to teach Cameron a lesson she'll never forget, one that will leave them both questioning the boundaries of power, desire, and control. In the end, it's not just Cameron's life that Esmerelda will upend, -it's her own. In a town where reputations are everything, what happens when two unstoppable forces collide in one university?

" don't call me kid, don't call me baby. " [teacher x student] [wlw] [slow updates]

Lea, a senior in high school, is an intelligent and generous girl, but also stubborn. She loves her friends, her cat, Peanut, and her cello. When she arrives late to class on the first day of school, she finds out that her new Spanish teacher is the only person she had hoped to never see again. Despite the incident that occurred, there is undeniable tension between Lea and Ms. Ward. What will happen? This story includes: • smut • age gap • abuse • stalking Don't read if you are not comfortable! Enjoy :)

Ivy Williams didn't come to Heartfelt University for drama. She came to pass her classes, chain-smoke her way through the stress, and stay out of trouble. Then she met Professor Sinclair. Cold, condescending, and infuriatingly attractive, Sinclair seems to have made it her mission to ruin Ivy's life one lecture at a time. But Ivy gives as good as she gets-and the more they clash, the more the tension starts to twist into something else. Something neither of them is ready for but both of them want far too badly. Sharp words turn into slow glances. Power plays turn personal. And soon, the only thing more dangerous than their rivalry... is what might happen if it stops. [wlw]

Do you like age gaps? Older and protective women? Dare I say smut? Well, I've got the story for you! Office hours is about a 19-year-old named Isabelle Hart who finds herself obsessing over the thought of her new college professor. The tension is almost unbearable, so she snaps and breaks that thin line within the professional world of school. Lea Thomas definitely leaks authority, way too tempting to be off limits, and unmistakably noticed to be fierce and ruthless. She's the psychology professor at Isabelle's college, and boy, she uses that shit to her advantage with Isabelle. This story includes smut, multiple POVs, and drama. This is not a story that supports abusive relationships or the toxicity of any kind. Anything that happens in Office Hours does not represent any story from reality; it is brainstormed, scripted, and written. Top Ratings: #1 txs #5 Age #34 wlw Playlist available: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7xJIwJXE4K1jtcGncCgjLQ?si=ba50cd61609c4c66

Ella Sorax is a weapon in human form-ruthless, untouchable, and driven by a grief turned vengeance. Love is weakness. Trust is danger. Until Samantha Collins walks into her carefully controlled world. Samantha is everything Ella isn't-sunny, stubborn, guarded, and strong despite scars no one else sees. She believes in rare, precious love. Ella doesn't see Samantha. She sees the Collins name, the past, the betrayal. A target. A distraction. A chance for revenge. But revenge has a way of twisting. And when Ella falls, she falls hard. When their worlds collide-teacher and student, power and innocence-nothing is simple. Secrets unravel. Forbidden desire sparks between them like fire and ice. Every look, every word, every touch is a gamble. The right love at the wrong time can ruin everything-or change everything. Will Ella let herself love, or will vengeance win first? Will Samantha survive the one she's beginning to trust, or will betrayal break her before she even realizes the stakes? Dark. Addictive. Emotional. Fall'in For Her is a story of power, obsession, family legacies, forbidden desire, and heartbreak-the kind that leaves you holding your breath until the very last secret is revealed.

In the glittering heart of an elite city, eighteen-year-old Rose Calloway lives a pristine life under the sharp eye of her tycoon father and disconnected stepmother. But beneath the luxury lies, a quiet grief, her mother's death still echoing in her heart. When Rose transfers to a prestigious private school for her final year, she meets Vivian Garcia, the enigmatic and cold literature teacher with a reputation for brilliance and isolation. Their first interaction is all ice and sparks. What starts as disdain slowly twists into obsession, secrets, and a slow descent into something much more dangerous than love. Because some lines were never meant to be crossed, but what if crossing them feels like the only way to survive?