Student × Professor Dark Academia novel. • She entered his seminar. That was the first mistake. Only twenty students were chosen. Twenty minds Professor Julian Thorne Smith decides are worth breaking apart. At Harvard, he is more myth than man. Three doctorates, dozens of TED talks and bestselling books. A philosopher whose work reshaped entire fields. A man who vanished from academia for years and returned without explanation. People don't take his class. They survive it. Valencia Morano is barely twenty-two, brilliant, obsessive, and far too curious for her own good. When word spreads out about the secret seminar and she somehow gets chosen, she spirals. Because no one told her the greatest lesson would be herself. What begins as academic worship unravels into something far more dangerous, a psychological chess match between a girl who wants to understand everything... ...and the one man who should never let her get close enough to try. As the power dynamic tangles and a forbidden connection sparks, Valencia finds herself drawn into a world of restraint, obsession, and desire deeper than anything she's ever known. This isn't romance. This is surrender. And some lessons leave marks. ⚠️ | Dark Academia | Psychological power dynamics | Age gap | Obsession | Moral ambiguity | Slow burn | Mature themes |

"You know what I fucking hate, Isabelle? " Sebastian said in a firm tone, I fell quite He grabbed my chin forcing me to look in his eyes "A smart girl who's trying to act dumb on purpose" Before I could protest he takes a black marker and write the word "dummy" on my forehead , then continues; "If you wanna act dumb, I'll treat you like a dumb little girl" ------------------------------- Isabelle Sinclair applies for Harrington university to chase her dream as a classic pianist But a letter from Harrington saying she must attend a mysterious class about the human brain and subconscious mind, changes everything.

If you go down to the woods today... Well, in this town, you probably won't come back. Unexplained deaths and disappearances are normal around here. In Haltonshaw Grove, we tell these real life horror stories to our kids like bedtime tales. They help us learn from a young age to stay out of the forest after dark. But one halloween, we didn't listen- Me and four boys. We broke the rules and we paid the price. We barely made it out alive and now we live with the trauma, the nightmares, the memories. Seven years later, the events of that night, like most things tend to do around here, have come back to haunt us. We never talked about the night we ran in the forest, never spoke afterwards at all really, but now we're going to need each other if we're going to survive what's coming. Me and those boys I've loved all along. - - ‐ - - - - - - - - - - - - - Our town is haunted. The five of us are cursed. And Halloween is just around the corner... Let's see who makes it to November 1st.

Rosalind Hart Power has a voice. Low. Controlled. Velvet wrapped steel. And when it called my name, I answered... without hesitation. I only came to Infernum for a job. Just a few hours of bookkeeping, buried in the quiet corners of a club that pulsed with secrets. But nothing here is quiet for long. Lucian Black. Zane Romano. Xander Wolfe. Kade Riven. Men who command the room like the world owes them worship. Their gazes pinned me, branded me like a promise and a threat wrapped in silk. "You don't run from us, little Rose," Lucian whispered, brushing his thumb against my lip. "You kneel." I should've been terrified. But instead... I trembled. Not with fear. With need. Because there's something terrifyingly beautiful about surrendering to men who could destroy you. Something addictive about being seen, truly seen by eyes that strip away your defenses. They didn't ask for my heart. They claimed it. Silently. Completely. And I think... A part of me always wanted to be claimed. © 2025 by S. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without permission of the author.

In a world where emotion is power, the Academy of Velanor guard and educate what remains of the shattered Cores: 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞. Each bound to a human life. When Serra's Core ignites without warning, she is thrust into the unknown world and rules of Velanor, a place, she soon realizes, that feels both like a cage and sanctuary, compared to the dying world she came from. Serra meets Aren. A Corebearer marked by a forbidden past. His magic is unstable. His temper, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. And when their powers collide, the old myth stirs again. The same myth that once broke the world. NEW CHAPTERS ARE POSTED 1-2 TIMES A WEEK!

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a young girl is sent off to a disciplinary academy to learn structure and respect. She doesn't look like the type to cause trouble but remeber this 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐦

At the elite and secretive St. Alderic's Academy, nothing is ever as it seems-especially for Everly Winter, a transfer student with a past cloaked in tragedy. Accepted under mysterious circumstances, she quickly realizes she's not just an outsider-she's a target. Whispers follow her down shadowed corridors, and eyes she can't see are always watching. Haunted by the accident that destroyed her family and the secrets buried in its wake, Everly hoped this fresh start would silence the ghosts. But St. Alderic's is anything but a sanctuary. The halls pulse with history, wealth, and danger. The school thrives on legacy-and Everly has none. Then there are the three boys. Riven-moody and magnetic, the campus outcast with a reputation for destruction. Jax-smiling and charming, but with a cruel glint in his eyes. Landon-controlled, calculating, and terrifyingly observant. Each of them is drawn to her-and each has ties to the academy's most carefully guarded secrets. As Everly gets closer to the truth, notes appear in her room, her things are moved, and she's certain: someone is watching. Someone knows who she is. The past she tried to escape is no longer behind her. It's waiting in the shadows. And this time, it wants more than just her silence.