𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲, 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻-𝘄𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗱. She teaches. She captivates. Untouchable, cloaked in ice and control. Yet one student dares to see beneath the surface, igniting a slow-burning fire neither can deny. And slowly, the façade begins to crack. Lust simmers in stolen glances and forbidden words. Boundaries blur, longing and passion collide, until desire becomes their only truth. Teacher X Student | Age Gap

Nothing's worse than your crush finding out about your search history... your po rn search history to be exact. >>>•<<<-EXCERPT->>>•<< "...Sweet, innocent Harmonee isn't really an innocent at all, isn't she? " Quisha smirked at me. Any other day I would admire it but I am too much of a mess right now, I did not even know what to do. She just saw my history for fvcksake! "I... I...Qu---" "and you know what's more shocking, little Harmonee? " I bit my lip when she suddenly leaned towards me. One more lean and I'll be kissing her! I shook my head to answer her question. I'm contemplating whether I should lean and at least kiss her or just lean backward to avoid her lips and possibly regret it my whole life. Neither choices would end with me ruining my life anyways. "The shocking thing is ... all these girls have blue eyes, dark brown hair and tall. " Quisha said her breathe mingling with mine. "...All of which have similarities with me." I shut my eyes. I'm screwed! I'm fbcking screwed. my breathe momentarily stopped when I felt her gripped my chin and forced me to look up to her. "Tell me, sweet Harmonee. Do you watch those po.rns because the actresses really turns you on or do you watch them because you imagined me to be one of them? Do you actually imagine me fbcking you?" I screwed my eyes shut. Both of us know the answer but I'm not willing to out myself yet so I answered, "I...i watched it... for educational purpose only " This book will contain sexual acts and foul languages that may not be appropriate for some readers. All rights reserved by VermilionTine

The elevator opened probably at my stop and closed again. I could feel her smirking against my cheek, "Wait, did you not tell your friends how you begged me to fuck you?" she asked, chuckling a bit. "No," I said way too fast. "Wait, I meant I didn't say anything because nothing happened, we're going to forget about it," I said, forcing my eyes open and pushing the warmth away. "And if I don't want to forget it?" she asked, moving down to my ear. I gasped as she kissed right below it. "You have to. We..." I trailed off, my head falling back against the wall on its own, "We can't." "Why can't we?" she asked. "We want the same things, whether you're willing to admit it or not," she whispered, then kissing the spot again. "There is nothing to admit. I got over you," I said, repeating what I said last night, even as my body said something completely different. She let me go, stepping back. "Look me in the eye and tell me you're not turned on," she said, looking at me dead in the eyes. We both know I was, but I was definitely not going to say it. "I'm not," I sighed, trying and failing to sound convincing. "You're excuse for last night is that you were drunk. What's your excuse this time?" she asked, that annoying smirk coming back. ---------------------- Emryn and Avani have been best friends since they were kids. A tragic accident separated them, but what happens when Avani returns to work with the chief just to get to Emryn? Will they find themselves where they were six years ago? Will they be able to pick up their friendship as if nothing had happened? Stick around to find out!! ;) Not a slow burn!!! :)

"Giana, I let you get away with your disrespect long enough. You do not tell me to shut up. Disrespecting a Moltisanti is like disrespecting God." The shorter woman scoffed as best as she could seeing her air supply was being cut off. "Oh, so you think you're a god now?" Lucia twisted their bodies pressing Giana against the wall with a thud. "Con il modo in cui potrei averti in ginocchio implorando pietà." ["With the way, I could have you on your knees begging for mercy."] \\\\ Giana wanted nothing more than to graduate and finally move far away from her father who was the Mayor of Chicago and the public eye. But during winter break, she finds all her plans are put on hold when she's kidnapped and forced to spend the next few months at the Moltisanti Estate. Updates every other day!

"Oh Cmon London! It's not that bad! She's just there to help and protect you! After all there are people coming after me and I wanna make sure your okay... plus you have hard time making friends maybe she can help you..." my dad said as I rolled my eyes. "I honestly don't give a fuck! I'm fine on my own and I can deal with it!" I yelled climbing the stairs. "She's top of her class!! She's really nice and would be a great friend! She's only a year older than you!!" He yelled at the bottom of the stairs as I rolled my eyes. "She can go suck a dick for all I care!!" I yelled. I opened my door to see her... "Oh hi... hope you don't mind I was reading through your books. They are nice books. I'm Anna Shumate and glad to be of service." She said as I rolled my eyes and walked passed her. "You have a nice room. May I get your name love?" She asked me and I instantly melted at the name but gather my senses up before she could realize. "My names London Anderson..." I said shyly as she smiled looking at me. "You have a very beautiful name... it's unique and I like it." She said and I smiled. ~~~~~ London Anderson a 21 year old girl who goes to Stanford University in California. After London goes through a divorce by her parents she moves away with her dad to Cali. She barely spoke and has hard time making new friends. Don't be surprised when she pushes everyone away so quick and easy. So recently her father has always been rich and has people after his money. He decided a bodyguard for his daughter and hopes that maybe she will be safe. Anna Shumate a practical bodyguard who was top of her class and always seemed to be a good person. She's kind and careful and the first she met London she thought to herself this would be a hard task. Yet Anna is hiding a secret... Has they go on London and Anna's relationship takes a toll and goes father than friends... What secret does Anna hold? Will it affect each other?

"I'll treat it like it's mine if you admit who it's for." She stated. Her words only made the ache between my legs worse. Fuck I hate her. But in that moment, my common sense seemed to evaporate. The battle between my brain and body seemingly came to an end. The way she was talking to me, the way she was touching me, left my body in a frenzy and she had barely done anything. I had never been this fucking desperate - And I hated it. "It's for you." I mumbled reluctantly as the last shred of my ego slipped away. "Who's it for?" She murmured, slowly sliding my red lace underwear to the side. "It's for you Anastasia." I breathed ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ Anastasia Grey, an lawyer notorious for representing the Mafia, finds herself on the run after getting entangled with the leader of The Green Angels. Originally from Ireland, she finds herself in the heart of New York, attempting to lay low as the assistant of a real estate agent. But with her past slowly creeping up on her and the hot headed blonde she now works for making her life nothing but difficult, how long will it really be before her world begins to crumble around her?

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬: "𝘼𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙩," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨." "𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩," 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩!" 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚. "𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜...." 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢. "𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙣." 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙩, 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨. 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧. "𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥?" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙.

Milan Roman, a fierce and determined woman on a mission, is returning to her family's powerful mafia after a three-year absence. Alongside her twin brother, she's poised to take control of the organization her mother once ruled. But her return isn't without complications-she must work alongside Cairo Lee, a woman who was a major part in Milan's life before their relationship fractured. Their past is complicated, full of unresolved tension and emotional baggage, and now Milan needs Cairo's help to solidify her position in the exclusive mafia world. As old feelings resurface and new challenges arise, Milan must navigate the dangerous balance of power, family loyalty, and rekindling a relationship with Cairo that could either save or destroy everything she's fought for.

Adrienne Brookes is a highschool senior with a sharp tongue and a talent for trouble. Her sarcasm is a shield, one she learned to wield early, because surviving her home life means never letting anyone see too much. And Adrienne has secrets. More than she can carry. But one slip in her carefully crafted mask is all it takes for Ivy Adair, her cold and calculating psychology teacher, to notice the cracks. Ivy is the last person Adrienne should trust, and the only one she can't seem to stay away from. Wanting distance is easy. Keeping it is impossible. 🥇 lesbianromance ‼️ GAY ‼️ SEXUAL CONTENT ‼️ ABUSE AND VIOLENCE - There will not be warnings in individual chapters. This book is for mature audiences only. Do not read if sensitive to the above content.

PROFESSOR ALEXANDRIA GREY is terrifying, untouchable, and worshipped like a queen at the university she owns. She's 6'4 of pale precision, cold elegance, and unbreakable rules. No one dares cross her-until JEALYNN HARTWELL storms in. Jealynn, a rebellious scholarship student with fire in her voice and hatred in her eyes, lives to break every law Alexandria Built. They argue. They clash. They burn. But when a deal between families forces them into an arranged marriage, the girl who swore she'd never submit is now wearing Miss Grey's ring. She's the woman Jealynn hates most. Now she's trapped with the woman she hates most...But hate has a dangerous habit of turning into something hotter... and far more deadly. ENEMIES. WIVES . LOVERS? LET THE WAR BEGIN .. ------- "ENEMIES TO LOVERS" with leather jackets, slow burns, explosive fights, and electric stares. (18+ | Age gap | Dark academia | High tension | Action-packed | Spicy AF)