Enid is moving across the world to attend university. Away from all that she knows, she soon finds herself at the center of three men's unyielding attention. Three men who are her professors. Inexperienced and innocent, she is the exact opposite of these dark, possessive men. And she is everything they've always wanted.

In which eighteen year old Genevieve catches the attention of her professors. Causing an unsettling infatuation. Infatuation soon turns into obsession. Warning: This material is not suitable for those under the age of 18.

'Every rose has its thorn,' 'No. Every thorn has its rose.' 28/02/2017 [Winner of the Life Awards 2017] [Winner of Beauty Awards 2017] [Winner of B.B.A 2017] [Best Cover of Indigo Awards 2017] [Winner of the Global Awards 2017] Mature 🌹 Summer Flemish. 18. High school senior. No idea of what she wants. Joshua Baker. 26. High school teacher. Left a load of dreams behind. This story revolves around a girl who is as aimless as the modern day teenager and struggles to find what she's actually good at and what she wants to do with her life. The guy had to leave his dreams behind as it shattered right in front of him and that too taken away by a loved one. This leaves him heartbroken and helpless. These two meet as teacher student yes but the situation is not the problem. [Simpler form you say? Girl has to find her path. Boy has to get back to his path] The story focuses on self-discovery, maturity, acceptance, motivation and the valuable simplicities of life. It has a a flavor of humor and sprinkled with a slight sexual content but hopefully just the right amount. 🔝👍 TABLE OF CONTENT PART 1 WINTER PART 2 SPRING PART 3 SUMMER PART 4 AUTUMN PART 5 WINTER

One day she had been moaning and squirming under her husbands chest as he made love to her every chance he got. The next thing he was telling her that he didn't love her. The press wrote all sorts of stories about how she cheated with Andre's business partners. Jeanine (Andre's mother) had thrown her out like a dog. It all seemed like a life time ago but she learnt to forgive and move on. She didn't have any grudge against them. Everything happened for a reason and maybe this was her fate. She just wanted to give her son the best life she could possible.

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

He was two-faced where she had one. He was toxic in his smile and she was poisonous in her words. His eyes burned with the flames of hell and hers held all the hopeless dreams she ever dreamed. They were two different people. But somehow they grew closer, or should I say she began to grow on him and he on her. But he never showed it when she did. And once she fell hard, he never turned back. The story of a kitten and a monster who claimed her. This story was inspired by an anime called "wolf girl and the dark prince."

Summary :BWWM Warning ⚠️ Mature content "What do you mean I can't leave" He slowly walked towards me like I was his prey; making every bit of confidence I had vanish. "I mean you're mines angel. Ever since I saw that smile that beautiful smile of yours you were mines, ever since I heard that beautiful contagious laugh of yours you were mines, and ever since I hugged and felt that masterpiece you call a body you were mines. I'll be damned if I loose what's mines" he said with so much dominance I started squirming in my spot. "B-but what if I don't want to be yours" I said not even believing it myself He smiled " then I'll fuck you until you do, I know how much you've been wanting it." I instantly felt flushed I almost wanted to scream "take me now" ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ still being edited

"Say it." he whispered in a threatening voice. "No!" I answered back. "Elle.." he warned. "please.." I begged. "tsk. tsk. consequences my love" The next thing I heard was the sound of a gun shooting and my best friend screaming in agony. Elle never really had any choice about what happened in her life. And her marriage to a cruel and heartless mafia leader was no exception.

His name was Marshall Valentine. Not only was he married, but he'd been my History teacher since freshman year. He was probably the meanest teacher I had ever encountered, but he was also the most captivating. ••• Just_Like_Magic

MATURE!! "Do you know what a dominant and a submissive is little one?" He asked. His eyes were steady, his fingers ceased movement all together. The rain still poured around them. She managed to shake her head. He smirked the same mischievous knee wobbling smirk he wore whenever she was around. "I have the personality of a dominant, and you," he ran the pad of his thumb over her racing pulse. "You have the natural personality of submissive." Why was he telling her this? He was her employer, her boss; not some intimate lover. "Sir I don't think-" "No no little one. You're mine now." He raised his hand and tangled it in her wet hair while the other wrapped around her waist. "I have something of yours; which leads me to believe you my little one were being very naughty." Rosalinda was struggled to stand correctly. The skirt of her dress rose easier as it rubbed against his suit and the height difference between them made her tip toe. She hardly reached his shoulders; with his arms around her waist, she was forced to mold her wet body against his. "What are you talking about sir?" Rosalinda looked at him as she bit her lower lip. He lowered his head till their lips were nearly an inch apart. "I have your wet panties in my pocket."