Why Me?
  • WpView
    Reads 36
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 5
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing36m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Nov 29, 2025
London Jacobs is an eighteen-year-old senior with warm brown skin and soft, curly brown hair that frames her face. Her light brown eyes carry a mix of curiosity and quiet caution, shaped by a life without parents or a stable support system. Standing at 5'6, she tends to move through her new school quietly, keeping to herself and avoiding unnecessary attention. Though she comes off shy and awkward, there is a quiet strength in her-a kind of resilience that makes her far more powerful than she realizes. Ryder-Jordan Adams-RJ to most-is a young teacher whose calm confidence and intelligence make him instantly noticeable. At 6'3, with light skin, soft brown eyes, and short curly hair, he has an effortless, understated attractiveness. His athletic build and relaxed style only add to it. But it's his kindness with his students and the depth in his eyes that truly set him apart. Though he seems put together, there are hints of unspoken struggles beneath the surface, the kind that only someone paying close attention would notice.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Her Prison, Her Pleasure(Intersex)(EDITING)
  • The Sinister
  • The Enigma's debt
  • Heer~THE UNWANTED DAUGHTER
  • The Royal's Love
  • UNFAITHFUL HEART
  • AKSHARA - THE FORGOTTEN SEED
  • No Place Like Home - PREVIEW
  • Temperature Gap
  • ခိုဝင်တိမ်းမူးမြတ်နိုးရပါသော...နှလုံးသားငယ်

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines