Before the books and the blackboards. Before the scholarship letter that made her father cry on the prayer mat. Before she stood at the gates of the university, shoulders square against a world that had always demanded more than she had to give- There was silence. The kind that filled the room when she first entered the world. No cries. No laughter. Just a mother bleeding regret and a father bleeding pride. Jadwa Abdulrahman did not arrive with a golden spoon or a warm welcome. She was born into a quiet rebellion-two hearts that chose love over legacy, and paid for it with hunger and exile. Her name meant gift, but in those first days, she felt more like a burden that no one came to lift.

As the new semester unfolded at Creed University in pakistan, rumors of a captivating new lecturer, Muhammad Zeeshan Abdurrahman, spread rapidly through the corridors. His youthful energy, impressive physique, and unwavering confidence commanded attention, leaving students and faculty alike intrigued. Among them was Raiha Ahmad, a bright and inquisitive student, who found herself irresistibly drawn to his classes. Zeeshan's passionate discussions on literature and life resonated deeply with Raiha, kindling a sense of connection she couldn't ignore. Their first encounter in the hallway, however, took an unexpected turn. A fleeting moment of misunderstanding left them both with lingering questions. Raiha felt an inexplicable bond with this enigmatic professor, who seemed to misinterpret her very essence. As they continued to cross paths, the air was filled with unspoken words, unresolved tensions, and a deepening curiosity. Join me on the journey of these two beautiful souls, as they navigate the complexities of understanding, connection, and the blurred lines between teacher and student.

"You're angry, frustrated. You want some form of release. I can help you with what you want." I drop my hand to trace the edge of his wrist sensually. "If that's what you want. I'm consenting." His eyes turn from brown to black within a matter of seconds, his nostrils flare as he attempts to keep everything together but I could tell he's struggling. He opens his mouth to speak but ends up pressing his hand to my throat, slamming me into the corridor wall. Kassian's lips graze my jaw, feeling the heat of his body radiate against mine. "What I want is to fuck you hard until you're screaming, your legs are shaking and your pussy is dripping." My mouth quivers at his words, keeping the eye contact between us. "Then take me," I pant out desperately. "Right here. Right now." . . . When Cleo is cursed by her mother because of long term envy, she turns to a life of misery and torment. The curse slowly killing her day by day, the main purpose to block her ability to sense her mate. Cleo despises everyone, destroying anything and everything in her way, her heart growing colder by the second. When she trespasses on Kassian's land, an Alpha with severe anger issues. His pack fight to spare her life after Kassian is adamant on killing her, not trusting her vicious ways. But Cleo is out for revenge on her mother and she won't stop until she's got it. 18+

#1 in Sultan, more times than I can count. "Promise me, promise me oh brother, that you will take care of Sultan, promise me you will rule this Empire justly and truthfully in my absence. Promise me you will guard the throne for him, and when he reaches the age of 21, promise me you will marry a righteous woman for him and make him Emir."

Closeted freshman student, Aries Buan, falls in love with his senior after getting partnered with him during their freshman orientation. Afraid to admit his feelings, he kept his emotion in check and watched his first love from afar, swearing to himself that he would never fall in love again. Three years later, Domingo Adlawan, an openly gay freshman, attends the same orientation, which led him to cross paths with now-senior Aries. The two end up hating each other, and their differences lead them into a contest of who out prides who. Now Dom has to navigate the outskirts of his complicated life, survive his first year in college, and try to find the code to unlock Aries's cold heart. Wattpad's Editor's Choice (1st Week of June)

| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

When 21 year old Rose Harrington catches her fiance in bed with one of her best friends, her life spirals out of control. After 6 months, she graduates from University and lands herself a job in London. Moving in with her two best friends Darcy and Chloe, her life is starting to look up. Rose's past still weighing heavily on her shoulders, she takes comfort in alcohol, clubbing and bringing men home for one night of fun before never calling them again. She is determined to move forward but promises herself never to fall in love again. That is until she meets her brothers new flat mate, Luca Haynes. Who could possibly jeopardise her own promise to herself. Frequent explicit sexual content, intended for 18+ audiences ONLY. This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real persons, places, or events are completely coincidental. Please remember to vote and comment! All rights reserved. Mature Themes.

Chelsea Delaney. That's my name. It didn't take me very long to find my mate, but it's not all it's cracked up to be. People say he's incapable of love, incapable of remorse, incapable of good. He has a very dark character. But he's mine, my very own dark mate.

She realized that her love for her professor was probably nothing more than a childish infatuation. She wasn't in love with him. She was in love with the thoughts that came with him. Flashbacks of Disney Movies and Nicholas Sparks book made movies flashed through her brain as she wished to reach for his hand and clasp his. She longed for that love she had always witnessed as a young girl. She wanted to be a princess but the truth was she wanted to be saved. She wanted to be rescued. But not from the dragon guarding her castle or from the evil stepmother. She wanted to be saved from herself. From the demons that guarded her brain and her evil spirit haunting her every waking moment. She wanted someone to see the life in her she thought had died as soon as the movies stopped rolling. The dream to be a princess failed to come the next night. And the love for herself dropped like petals from a flower. Not a typical student- teacher love story.

"I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." I say as he slowly pushes me against the wall. "Not much of a difference now a days." He says, raising an eyebrow. "You bastard. I don't even know why I wasted my time with you." I say through grit teeth. "Cause you can't deny a good fuck and lucky for you I can't either. Keep the fucking money or I'm going to take you on the wall and not care who walks in." He challenges. "Even your wife?" I ask quietly. "Even my wife. Now what do you say?" He finalizes. I inhale deeply and narrow my gaze on him. "I swear to God, I loathe you." I murmur. He smirks, "Feelings are mutual." He says grinning and I crash my lips onto mine. Coming in August 2013