During her college years, Zara lost both of her parents, leaving her adrift and haunted by memories. Desperate to feel alive again, she sets out on a solitary motorcycle journey-only for it to end in a sudden, life-altering accident. When she wakes up, she finds herself in a place she doesn't recognize. Will she survive this strange new world? And can it offer her the purpose she's been searching for? ◎◎◎ #wlw #timetravel #mate #curse #wxw ◎◎◎ 🛠️ Under Editing! This story is currently being revised chapter by chapter. Some chapters may be updated to improve grammar, pacing, and overall quality. Thank you for your patience and support!

No one hated each other as much as Tyler Murphy and Hazel Parker, every glance a slow, venomous burn. Yet beneath the surface, something deeper pulled them in, something they consumed in bitter, silent doses. It wasn't the hatred that destroyed them-it was the poison they couldn't stop sipping. The poison of love.

Elowyn Gray likes her world quiet, predictable, and safe. As an autistic young woman who builds her life around routine, she's never expected-or wanted-anything to change. But when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO Ms. Monroe sends a flicker through her carefully guarded calm, Elowyn finds herself crossing paths with the woman again and again. Warmth becomes confusion. Distance becomes awareness. And every accidental brush of hands sends an unfamiliar thrill through her, making her unsure if she should explore it a little further... or run away completely.

teacher x student wlw age gap slow burn "You know, Professor, outside of university you're almost likable." Eleanor looked up from her coffee. "Almost?" "Don't get too excited." Professor Eleanor Pierce has exactly one opinion about Celine Avery: she's chaotic, exhausting, and somehow always at the center of every disaster. Celine, meanwhile, is busy hiding the fact that she spends her nights on dangerous missions while trying not to fail psychology during the day.

Sloane is what's left when the truth is taken too early. Luca is what survives when the truth is told too late. They were never meant to stand in the same room without something breaking. Every look is a reminder. Hate should have been enough. It should have stayed simple. Clean. But it doesn't. It fractures. It lingers. It turns into something heavier-something that makes it hard to breathe when the other gets too close. And the closer they get, the more they realize that everything they once felt is starting to burn.