Confessions Of A Professor ll
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"Ahhh, the beautiful Goddess is back." Teegan laughed again and shoved the cup of water in his face. He gave her a dirty look and downed it in one gulp. The next thing surprised Teegan. He sat up, and leaned against her chest. Her heart began to beat wildly, and her palms became sweaty. This wasn't at all how she imagined her first touch with him would be. Nevertheless, she wanted to play with his hair. She wrapped her tiny arm around him and began to run her fingers through his hair. It was soft, just as she had imagined. And she loved the way he felt lying against her. He wasn't too heavy and she loved that. It was the right amount of spark and fire.
When two forbidden worlds collide, what's the worst that could happen?
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I watched the water drip down his nose and onto his beautiful full lips. I craved the warmth of his touch. The rush of our connection. Regardless of how wrong it would be. I couldn't resist it any longer. I stepped closer, covering the flush of his cheeks with my hands to feel their heat and pressed my lips firmly against his until it hurt. Dylan gripped my waist and pulled me into him, sealing the space between us. I secured my arms around his neck, brushing my fingers through his soft, luscious hair. I didn't allow anything else to matter. Not the voice that told me this was wrong. Not the guilt. Not the warning that crashed through my head. I pushed it all away and let the desperate craving take over.Concluida
Forbidden Temptations
Layla is twenty years old, carrying invisible scars that never seem to heal. Her childhood was shaped by fear, control, and an abusive father whose presence still haunts her long after she escaped him. Nightmares plague her sleep, vivid and relentless, blurring the line between past and present. By the time she walks into her classroom each day, she's already exhausted-emotionally raw, guarded, and desperate to keep herself together long enough to survive another lecture, another reminder that she's supposed to be normal now. That's when she encounters Professor Natalie Harizanova. Natalie Harizanova is not the kind of professor students forget. She is razor-sharp, cold, and unyieldingly strict, with an icy composure that silences a room the moment she enters it. Students fear her without fully understanding why, and even fellow professors avoid lingering near her, lowering their voices or stepping aside when she passes. Disrespect doesn't exist in her presence-she cuts it down before it can breathe. Her bitterness is controlled, deliberate, and intimidating, and she takes her classroom seriously, demanding absolute focus, order, and discipline from everyone inside it. Natalie isn't here to entertain, nurture, or soften the edges for anyone-especially not Layla. From the moment their paths cross, Natalie sees something fractured beneath Layla's surface, something uncertain and malleable. What begins as strict instruction turns into something far more unsettling. Natalie teaches Layla lessons that go beyond textbooks and lectures-lessons about power and desire, obedience and discipline, control and consequence. Each interaction leaves Layla questioning herself, her reactions, and the pull she feels toward the woman who both terrifies and fascinates her.
History is for Lovers (Student/Teacher relationship)
*Wattpad Exclusive* "The class laughed at his joke as he glanced toward me again. I couldn't read the emotion in his eyes, but I had the feeling that he was trying to tell me that he was going to be watching me from now on. Little did I know just how serious he was." She was forced by her parents to leave the school she loved and all of her friends her junior year of college. She wasn't warned of the danger of going out at night. He was the handsome stranger that saved her. He is her history teacher and she's his student. You can't control who you fall in love with. So what's the worse that can happen with a student-teacher relationship? A lot, when the past comes back to taunt them.Concluida
Bold Love
!Unedited! "Your skirt is awfully short to be appropriate for school." I look down at my legs, hands smoothing out a wrinkle in my skirt. "I don't remember that we have a dress code. And we're not in highschool anymore, this is college." When I return my attention back to her, my breath hitches in my throat. "Pull it down." ----- Y/n has a mission. Her last year at university is underway and she is sure that nothing could distract her. That is until her new English professor stumbles into her life and brings her not only a welcome intrusion but also confusing unwanted feelings.Concluida
Hearts In The Shadows
Unable to resist any longer, I closed the distance, pressing my lips gently against his. Our pace was slow at first, but then he lost control, and his kiss became rougher, more urgent. He pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. "Has anyone touched you here before?" Blake broke the kiss, his voice impossibly low as he lightly brushed his thumb across my hardened nipple. Ripples of pleasure coursed through me, and my groin began to throb, my underwear soaked with desire. My breath hitched from his touch, and I shook my head. He let out a light growl and pinched my nipple harder. "Has anyone touched these before?" he repeated. I whimpered, "No... no one but you." Blake let out a deep growl and kissed me roughly again. I was consumed by him. I tore my lips from his to suck in a much-needed breath. I could feel his arousal straining against my leg, his breathing heavy. _______________________________________________________ My name is Elara Whittingham. I am seventeen and have magical abilities. That may sound amazing, but my life is anything but sunshine and rainbows. You see, my parents are wanted criminals. They seek power and magical items to enhance their power to take over the world. As for me, I'm their only child and a disgrace to them as I don't agree with them. I've refused to use my magic around them for them. And suffer the consequences. One day, I build up the courage to run away and meet someone who helps me get into a magic academy, where my life begins to look up. I make friends, create enemies, and fall in love. Professor Blake Wade. Not only did he save me, but he is everything I could ever want or need in life. Without him, I don't know what would have become of me. But my life's not that easy. What happens when my past begins to catch up to me? When my lies began to crumble? When the truth of my identity is finally revealed? Will everyone I love still accept me?Concluida
Forbidden Love.
Reese Jones falls for someone she least expected she'd ever fall in love with: her teacher. She knew it was forbidden, but she took a chance anyway. One event changed her life forever.Concluida
𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞
❝I want you so bad.❞ I tease him while trailing my hand up his white buttoned shirt feeling his abs. "Ms. Rose.." His voice was soft and sweet when I lowered myself down to his sleek black dress pants. "We shouldn't do this." He sighed looking down at me as I look up at him as well. "I know, but I want to." "I want to feel all of you Elijah." I unbuttoned his shirt revealing himself to me as I kept myself on my knees. His body was absolutely stunning, chiseled but soft toned abs. "V-Ms. Rose." He groans as I kiss and lick every muscle throughout his body. "Stop talking and let me touch you." I go back up to his face to kiss his wet pink lips. Elijah moans softly in my mouth as I swirled my tongue all around. Slowly, I take both of his pale hands as I still kiss him and put his touch on the back of my zipper. He knew quickly what he was suppose to do, so he unzips my dark red dress and pulls off the dress showing myself to him as well. "Oh..my" He cleared his throat as he saw my cleavage popping right in those dark blue eyes. I never thought I would've grown sexually attracted to my own professor. "Elijah? what the hell is going on in there" Highest rankings # #1 passion #1 slowburn #1 temptation #1 smallagegap #1 risky #1 seduction #2 chancellor #7 unholy #33 hidden #40 badgirlgoodboy #76 tensionConcluida
Hello Again, Sir {s/t - complete}
"Hanna Franz is beautiful, intelligent and emotionally unstable after a collision took away her father. Who would love a gorgeous girl with a sublime personality? I would." Imagine becoming best-friends, and falling in love with, the girl who you were involved in a collision with. Then imagine her becoming your student. What is one to do when the person you love no longer wants to love you, no longer is available to love you, and no longer is able to admit their true feelings because of status, hierarchies and conformity? Teachers and students can't be together, but will they disobey to law? All Alex thinks when he is with Hanna is, what about now? Why can't they just forget everyone else for themselves? Will they ever win in life's evil game?Concluida
I watched the water drip down his nose and onto his beautiful full lips. I craved the warmth of his touch. The rush of our connection. Regardless of how wrong it would be. I couldn't resist it any longer. I stepped closer, covering the flush of his cheeks with my hands to feel their heat and pressed my lips firmly against his until it hurt. Dylan gripped my waist and pulled me into him, sealing the space between us. I secured my arms around his neck, brushing my fingers through his soft, luscious hair. I didn't allow anything else to matter. Not the voice that told me this was wrong. Not the guilt. Not the warning that crashed through my head. I pushed it all away and let the desperate craving take over.
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