The Seraphine Project
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Any fantasy? Dark-" The words caught in my throat the moment I realized what I had almost asked. A man I had nearly killed minutes ago. The knife resting between us spun lazily over the hard surface of the car hood, metallic sound slicing through the silence after every turn. Seven rounds of truth. Seven times it had stopped at him. Not me.Him. Rain-heavy clouds crowded the sky above us while distant thunder rolled across the empty highway. He leaned back against the car as if none of this bothered him. As if the blade wound on his thigh wasn't still bleeding beneath his dark clothes. "Darkest?" he repeated slowly, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. My fingers tightened unconsciously around the handle of my knife.He noticed. Of course he did. "Going rough under a storm like this," he said without hesitation, his gaze lifting toward the dark sky around us. "Where she sounds wilder than the rain falling on us and-" . . "And-?" I asked before I could stop myself. His eyes returned to mine this time. Completely. "And... seven rounds." The way he said it-calm, shameless, certain-made heat crawl beneath my skin despite the cold wind brushing against us. "Why specific to seven?" The question slipped out instantly. . . His gaze darkened with amusement. "Mm..." A sharp hiss left his lips as he pressed his palm harder against the blade wound on his left thigh-the same wound I had carved there moments ago. . . His brows lifted teasingly before he winked. "Why?" His voice dropped lower. "You want more? Ten?" . . "Go to hell." . . The next second, my back pressed against the hard surface of the car hood while he stood over me, trapping me beneath him. . . "Why seven?" he whispered against my ear, his voice almost drowned beneath the storm. "From 06:55 PM till 11:56 PM..." His grip tightened slightly against my nape. "You said 'I hate you' seven times, Petal." . . "That's why." . . "And this time-the rain approved me" [ STUDENT PROFESSOR DARK ROMANCE]![code of ethics [professor bruce wayne x reader]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/394716756-256-k672847.jpg)
code of ethics [professor bruce wayne x reader]
(18+ only) after a few years of academic hiatus, you decide to give grad school a try. your headstrong ethics professor is frustrated with your performance.Complete
Private Lessons
TRIGGER WARNING/ MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ only. The fictional characters in this story are involved in an AGE GAP, dark fiction, erotic thriller/dom/sub relationship. It is consensual. Protagonist is a legal adult, eighteen years of age. This is a work of fiction, a GUILTY PLEASURE READ if you will, and intended for entertainment purposes. Reader discretion is advised. Daisy feels like she's disappearing. Her boyfriend barely looks at her anymore, her friends don't understand her, and senior year? It's a nightmare. But just when she thinks she's out of chances, Mr. Edwards, her mysterious and sharp-eyed pre calculus teacher, offers her something unexpected: private lessons after school. But these lessons aren't just academic, and Daisy will learn lessons far greater than calculus. Mr. Edwards sees something in Daisy no one else does, and he's not afraid to take control. As their tutoring sessions evolve into something far more forbidden, Daisy is pulled into a hidden world of discipline, desire, and surrender. Under his firm guidance, she begins to thrive-both in the classroom and in the intoxicating dynamic they share behind closed doors. She's learning how to solve for the rate at which angles change... And how to kneel, obey, and unravel. As lines blur and walls break down, Daisy realizes she's stepped into something more dangerous than she could have ever imagined.
KILLER'S WEB
"Arturo, listen...." "Acid," he corrected. I waved it off. "Arturo, this has to stop," "What has to stop?" He asked nonchalantly as always. "This!" I swing my hand, gesturing between us. "We can't continue doing this. It has to stop. We can't be together. It is not right." He rolled his eyes. "I am older than you. There is a ten years gap between us, can't you see that?!" He shrugged. "Feels like ten minutes," I scoffed in disbelief. "Feels more like ten seconds," he said, adding to my frustration. "What the....are you even understanding the point i am trying to make right now?" He got on his feet, letting out at sigh. "Listen, Mami, I didn't have breakfast today because my belly and taste buds were craving something else." I furrowed my brows in confusion. What the.... "Can you do me a favor, get your hot self on that desk behind you and spread your legs so I can have an indecent breakfast?" 〽️〽️〽️ When twenty-five-year-old Arturo Giovanni, infamously known as "Acid," the stone-cold killer of the Vikings Mafia, set his eyes on his professor's new assistant, Annie Santiago, a thirty-five-year-old single, inexperienced, and old-fashioned beauty, something in his lifeless heart, which thrived on ending lives, stirred. He became obsessed, determined to make Annie his, no matter the ten-year age gap, the forbidden student-teacher connection, or his deadly reputation. 〽️〽️ Hey, Dark Romance😈
Tenure - A Dark Student-Professor Romance
🖤 Tenure A Dark Student-Professor Romance by Boity M. Some girls go to college to find themselves. I came to disappear. Late transfer. Shy. Obsessed with grades, not guys. That was supposed to be me. Until I walked into his class. Mr. Jackson isn't just a professor - he's the professor. Cold, sharp, brilliant. A man who doesn't smile, doesn't flinch, and doesn't forget a face. Especially not mine. He saw me when no one else did. Now, I'm the one he watches. The one he keeps after class. The one he calls by name when no one else dares speak. I didn't plan to want him. He didn't plan to need me. But we crossed a line neither of us can uncross. This isn't just forbidden. It's dangerous. Because the classroom is his kingdom. And I'm about to bring it to its knees.
The Professor's Obsession
Vienne Marlow, a medical student and his intern. She planned on surviving her internship peacefully and quietly-keep her head down, get the credits, and get it done without drawing anyone's attention. But that was before him. Before the late-night encounters, the smirks across lecture halls, the hands that shouldn't have touched her but did. Before she realized her professor wasn't just watching her-he was studying her. Mapping her. Obsessing over every way she could be his. Dr. Sebastian Vale, a surgeon and her professor. He wanted her bent over his desk, legs spread, skirt pushed up, panties on the floor, hair in his fist, screaming his name loud enough for the whole building to hear. 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 → 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 × 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 → 𝘼𝙜𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙥 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 → 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 → 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 & 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙋𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 & 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 → 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 → 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 → 𝙃𝙤𝙩, 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙣𝙨, 𝙃𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙨 → 𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙞𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩
Any fantasy? Dark-" The words caught in my throat the moment I realized what I had almost asked. A man I had nearly killed minutes ago. The knife resting between us spun lazily over the hard surface of the car hood, metallic sound slicing through the silence after every turn. Seven rounds of truth. Seven times it had stopped at him. Not me.Him. Rain-heavy clouds crowded the sky above us while distant thunder rolled across the empty highway. He leaned back against the car as if none of this bothered him. As if the blade wound on his thigh wasn't still bleeding beneath his dark clothes. "Darkest?" he repeated slowly, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. My fingers tightened unconsciously around the handle of my knife.He noticed. Of course he did. "Going rough under a storm like this," he said without hesitation, his gaze lifting toward the dark sky around us. "Where she sounds wilder than the rain falling on us and-" . . "And-?" I asked before I could stop myself. His eyes returned to mine this time. Completely. "And... seven rounds." The way he said it-calm, shameless, certain-made heat crawl beneath my skin despite the cold wind brushing against us. "Why specific to seven?" The question slipped out instantly. . . His gaze darkened with amusement. "Mm..." A sharp hiss left his lips as he pressed his palm harder against the blade wound on his left thigh-the same wound I had carved there moments ago. . . His brows lifted teasingly before he winked. "Why?" His voice dropped lower. "You want more? Ten?" . . "Go to hell." . . The next second, my back pressed against the hard surface of the car hood while he stood over me, trapping me beneath him. . . "Why seven?" he whispered against my ear, his voice almost drowned beneath the storm. "From 06:55 PM till 11:56 PM..." His grip tightened slightly against my nape. "You said 'I hate you' seven times, Petal." . . "That's why." . . "And this time-the rain approved me" [ STUDENT PROFESSOR DARK ROMANCE]
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