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Azalia Gray can feel her insides being eaten alive. She's made the mistake of falling hard and fast for someone she's destined to not have. It feels wrong to crush on somebody not only twice her age, but also the mother of the toddler she nanny's. But don't fret Azalia, you're not the only one struggling with irrepressible feelings. **This story is mature, containing lots of smut and dark aspects. Read at your own discretion**

One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.

Astrella Vega never expected her first year at university to feel like free fall. Twenty-one, sharp-minded, and eager to study psychology, she wanted answers-about people, about control, about herself. But the moment she steps into Professor Valencia Martinez's lecture hall, those answers begin to twist into something far more dangerous. Valencia is brilliant. Commanding. Magnetic. And entirely off-limits. What starts as admiration soon becomes a volatile game of attraction and manipulation. Astrella is drawn in-intellectually, emotionally, physically-until she's no longer sure if she's the one learning or being studied. Power. Obsession. Boundaries crossed and lines blurred. Because some lessons don't end at the bell. And some scars stay hidden beneath skin.

When nineteen-year-old Emilia starts her first year at university, she's determined to leave her past behind and finally prove she belongs somewhere. Architecture was supposed to be her fresh start-a place to disappear into floor plans and future dreams. But then there's her. Professor Sophia Voss. Brilliant. Composed. Distant. Untouchable. Until she isn't. Drawn to each other by something neither of them dares to name, Emilia and Sophia find themselves trapped in a connection that defies logic, rules, and every boundary they swore they'd never cross. What begins in silence soon turns into stolen glances, late-night thoughts, and moments too intimate to forget. But secrets don't stay quiet forever-and the line between right and wrong begins to blur. __________________ A slow-burning, emotional story about forbidden love, identity, and the parts of ourselves we hide-until someone sees them.

After A Emily left to go to the Military but not before having a one night stand with her best friend? 5years has past and Emily is back and she's in engaged. Alison has kids and its her best friend kids? Who would of thought? I wrote this book at 15, please don't complain.

Nova a 18 year old girl who's carrying more weight on her shoulders then most will ever carry in their life. A troubled home life and an insecure mind she just craves some safety and an escape from the life she's been living. She's already battling her horrible home life, insomnia which ultimately means she's struggling in school. To throw it into the mix she has a new strict English teacher who she thinks will be the worst thing to ever happen to her. She didn't realise how wrong she was. Aurora jones a 28 year old English teacher who doesn't let anything slide past her. Late? Don't come at all assignment not done? Not her problem. She seems cold and reckless but it's soon about to all change. She doesn't do relationships, never has. But what else can you do when you find yourself looking at your student maybe a little too often.

"....Tell me what's bothering you." she gripped my chin until we were eye to eye, I sighed licking my lips. "I'm lowkey feeling you..." Low-key- When someone just doesn't fully love someone yet and are still trying to figure out their feelings, but they know that they like the person. Stud- A masculine lesbian (Dominate take charge) If you don't enjoy stud for stud don't read my shit. Not good at descriptions so there won't be one.

A college love story about an openly bisexual college student falling in love with her down low lesbian classmate. Tell me what you think. Enjoy! *all italics are character thoughts Content warning: language, high sexual content

They never expected to see each other again after that night. What happened in that room was supposed to stay there, a fleeting secret neither of them would speak of again. But fate has other plans. A month later, they come face to face in the last place either of them imagined. (ProfessorxStudent)