All Chapters of FORBIDDEN CURRICULUM: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rabbit tugged his hoodie closer as he stepped onto campus, the morning sun filtering through rows of towering elms. Students hurried past him, laughter and conversation floating through the crisp air.No one here knew Nyx.And that was exactly how he intended to keep it.He adjusted his glasses, rubbing the dark circles under his pink eyes and clutched his books to his chest, weaving through the crowd toward the humanities building. The exhaustion beneath his eyes was little compared to what his body spoke.The lecture hall was already half full when he slipped inside. Soft murmurs drifted through the room as students settled into their seats. Rabbit took his usual place near the front but close enough to hear clearly, far enough to avoid attention.He laid out his notebook with meticulous precision.Top left corner: date.Centered title: ENG 342 — Gothic Literature.Beneath it, he wrote neatly:The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar WildeHe paused, staring at the words.A story about b

He quickly freshened up and changed into a more formal wear. A loose shirt and a pair of jeans. He was busy choosing which cologne to use when his phone rang and a loud horn honked outside his condo.With a groan he chose one and hurried out. Whitaker let out a teasing whistle before letting him into his car. “Looking sharp professor”“Shut up”The trio rode off with Hart blasting Electro-Pop. The car slowed to a stop beneath a canopy of neon light.Noah glanced up from the back seat, his expression tightening as the club’s sign flickered overhead in sultry hues of crimson and violet. The rhythmic thump of bass seeped through the tinted windows, pulsing like a heartbeat against the night.He frowned.“This,” he said coolly, “is your idea of a celebration?” Irritation seeping into his voice.From the front passenger seat, Brandon turned with a grin. “Relax, Caldwell. You’ve spent six years buried in manuscripts. Consider this… cultural exposure.”Noah’s gaze hardened. “I fail to see

The curtain shifted again and a small group emerged alongside Nyx. Two more hosts, dressed in variations of silk and lace, masks gleaming under the low light. Brandon’s eyes lit up. “Oh, now this is what I was talking about.” Noah’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly did you order?” Hart leaned back, clearly entertained. “Something memorable.” “That tells me nothing.” “It’s better if you experience it,” Brandon added with a grin. Noah’s expression darkened. “I dislike surprises.” “Yes,” Hart said dryly. “We know.” Nyx approached the table once more, tray now replaced with something… different. A slender glass decanter filled with a deep crimson liquid. Two shot glasses. And a third placed directly in front of Noah. “This is part of our private service selection,” Nyx explained . “A curated experience for guests seeking something beyond the ordinary.” Noah didn’t touch the glass. “Define beyond the ordinary,” he said. Nyx’s lips curved faintly. “An indulgence of the human se

The night came to an end sooner than he expected. A soft yet thick scent stuck to him as he washed off his makeup and tore his costume off. Skyler had placed bottles of water next to the toilet to wash his mouth and face after emptying his insides. He pulled at his bottom lip, his mind going back to a few hours ago. Cedar-wood and something sharper—ink? filled his nostrils as licked and kissed at the neck of the hawk-might-be-a-private-investigator-man, as he had come to nickname him, soft grunts escaped the man as he shifted in his seat. “Uncomfortable?” Nyx whispered and began to pull away only for a rough palm to press into his waist pulling him back into position. “I take it as a no?” He smirked, one hand on his lips and the other trailing over hawk-man’s chest. His heart thumping in his chest. Was he scared or excited? If it was either or neither, why? Why was his heart hammering in his chest? He had served a lot of customers but none has ever had him feel

Rabbit leaned his head against the window, the cool glass pressing against his temple as the city blurred past him. The paper bag sat warm in his lap, untouched. He knew he should eat. He knew he needed the energy. But even lifting his hand felt like too much work. The bus ride back felt longer than usual. “I’ll eat later…” he murmured, though he knew he probably wouldn’t. Even though he didn’t want to waste Margret’s food. His eyes drifted shut for a second. “Last stop!” Rabbit jerked awake, heart skipping as the driver’s voice cut through his haze. He blinked rapidly, grabbing his bag and stumbling off the bus with the rest of the passengers. Great. He almost missed it. By the time he made it back to campus, the sun hung high, bright and unforgiving. Students moved around him in clusters, laughing, complaining, living. The heat doubled the pangs of hunger in his belly. He stopped briefly outside the humanities building, finally opening the paper bag Margret h