Beautiful Muslim
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His Sin To Keep(18+)
"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.
Chill Out, Sir
(COMPLETED AND EXTREMELY CRINGY AT TIMES. MANY PLOT HOLES TOO LOL. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.) When 17-year-old Danielle Brooks is caught for underground fighting, she didn't know what to expect. Having left an abusive household and school at the age of 15, Danielle was left to fend for herself. Now back in high school to finish her senior year, what she really did not expect is to see a certain someone by the name of Matt Roberts, the grumpy guy who had fought with her just before she was caught. To top it off, he's her English teacher. Danielle is certainly not prepared for what is to come, especially when a piece from her abusive past has come back to get her... (First of all, I wrote this is 2011 when I was only 13 and this story plot was the hype in Wattpad. I admit this story is extremely cringy at times but I still feel hurt seeing some placing this under "Trash" or something like that considering I had taken so much time and effort to complete this for those who did appreciate this.)Concluida![Queen of Spades (House of Cards Series 1) [Student/Teacher Relationship]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/397177-256-k437609.jpg)
Queen of Spades (House of Cards Series 1) [Student/Teacher Relationship]
{For those who HATE student/teacher stories, TRY THIS ONE ANYWAYS. I dare you to read it and say it was a waste of time} Alice 'Ace' Spade had fled her horrible foster family by the time she was sixteen and found a way to survive by dancing in a sleazy strip club. One night a man named Malcolm is brought in by his friends and Ace and Mal hit it off. Until the cops crash the club and discover that Ace is only seventeen and a runaway. They force her back to school and back to the foster family that abused her. Her only solace is that Malcolm is now her teacher and sometimes protector. But what happens when they still have powerful chemistry and a growing affection towards each other?Concluida
Irrevocably In Love
He is funny jokes. She is shy smiles. He is sarcastic. She is logistic. He finds positives in life. She finds negatives in life. He is a playground. She is a book. He stares at people, confidently. She stares at the floor, nervously. He is impulsive. She is caution. He is complex. She is simple. He is day. She is night. He is sun. She is moon. He is Mr social. She is Miss shy. They had nothing in common But still their heart rhymed, Because it takes two opposites to harmonize. You'll be surprise to know how much you can have in common with someone completely different from you.Concluida
When Rules Are Destroyed
So yes this is a student/ teacher relationship it's not really like the others so please read and give it a chance! Never know if you don't read!! Nevaeh is a 18 year old girl turning 19 and a senior in high school. She didnt have the normal childhood like her friends did in her new town of San Antonio. She is raising two kids on her own even if they aren't hers. Her parents died when she was 16 1/2. Her childhood stopped at that age when she had to become the mother to her two siblings, but they dont know that. What happens when there is a new hot young teacher at her school and every girl is going head over heals for this handsome new teacher? When she declares she won't have feelings for him but then he is her neghbor that just moved next door! What happens when she finds she is falling for Mr. McClain ... HARD! What happens when the rules are destroyed!?Concluida
Forbidden Love
A young teacher slowly falls for his somewhat attractive, smart, funny student, while she is falling in love with him. Will their relationship work out, or will it end up just being another story about forbidden love??Concluida
"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.
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