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Hunger in the Halls(gxg) by kayspen3
kayspen3
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Two professors. One university. And a rivalry so intense it leaves the campus buzzing and them burning. "I hate that you make good points." "No, you hate that I make them before you." "You've been staring at me for five minutes." "No, I'm calculating how your brain managed to produce such arrogance." "Your handwriting is as chaotic as your reasoning." "And yet, somehow, both still win awards." Professor Lilian Rose is the golden standard. Calm, precise, impossibly brilliant. Her lectures soothe, her students excel. She commands respect without raising her voice. Professor Daisy Oliver? Sharp, unrelenting, lethal with a pen and a gaze. Her exams crush egos, her top scorers become legends, and she wears her reputation like a whip. But when they're alone... the rules dissolve. A library encounter. A mislaid paper. Fingers brushing over ink-stained notes. A flash of heat, of awareness, of want neither of them admits. Every snide remark, every playful jab, drips with tension thicker than any lecture hall. "I hate the way you make me think... and want." "You want it more than you admit." Glances linger. Hands almost touch. Every argument teeters between humiliation and something more intimate. A spark ignites, fierce and undeniable. Their rivalry is no longer about grades or prestige it's about control, surrender, and discovering just how far each is willing to push the other. Exams become excuses. Faculty meetings, battlefields of lust disguised as debate. And behind closed doors? They explore the friction, the heat, the unspoken fantasies that have haunted their every interaction. Brains, bodies, and boundaries collide. Pride fights desire, arrogance battles obsession, and when fire meets fire, only scorched skin and satisfied, secret smiles remain. The war of intellect has become a war of lust. And someone is going to win... or lose... entirely.
The Bumping Accident by Flash2497
Flash2497
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Megan woods is a 24 year old millionaire. She owns one of the biggest clubs in town. She has a close circle of friends and wears her heart on her sleeve even though she always gets hurt in the end. Avery Bryant is a 26 year old businesswoman with a 2 year old daughter. She's been through so much in her life that she has given up on finding love. She is cold towards people she doesn't know and only shows affection and her real side to her close friends and family. ~The Bumping Accident ~For You, Anything {Sequel} ~War Of Hearts {Trilogy} ~Her Heart {Quadrilogy} ~Embers Of Hope {Pentalogy} Cover by @_navyblueee_
Ember's Flame {Quadrilogy} by _Elle_James_
_Elle_James_
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Ember Carter-Rose, the last and most pampered child. After suffering her first heartbreak, Ember did what she always does whenever hurt. She ran to her older sister for help. Angel suggested leaving their hometown for the remaining two weeks of summer and clearing her head at one of their family vacation homes. Once there, Ember meets a woman. A woman who helps her forget for two weeks. Summertime comes and goes, school starts and the woman reappears. ~ Loving Angel ~ Heart Keeper {Sequel} ~ I'm No Angel {Trilogy} ~ Ember's Flame {Quadrilogy}
𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 [WLW] 𝟏𝟖+ by aki1xluvv
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Veronika Koroleva Petrovna-Moscow's untouchable queen. The wealthiest, most powerful woman in Russia. A name that drips with arrogance, feared as much as it is revered. With a single glance, she ensnares. A presence so sharp it cuts. To her, people are nothing but pawns-disposable, forgettable, irrelevant. Trust is a currency too expensive to waste. Loneliness is not a curse; it is a necessity. No parents, no attachments, no weaknesses. Begging? Pleading? Nyet. That is beneath her. Luciana "La Reina" Monteserra-Madrid's deadliest shadow. A queen of ruin and carnage, cloaked in elegance. Cold. Calculating. Lacking even the pretense of empathy. She does not ask. She takes. What she touches, she owns. What she claims, she keeps. No one defies her. No one escapes her grasp. But Veronika? Veronika was the exception. The one thing she could never own.