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Falling for the school's star goalie was never the plan... especially when my father is the principal who just banned him from the ice. But getting caught in a scandal with the boy I'm supposed to 'fix'? That's more than a catastrophe; it's a death sentence. Aria Bennett is a top student with perfect grades but no social life. She is assigned to tutor the school's newest transfer student, Jason Monroe. However, Jason is consistently late to their sessions, cocky, and resistant to being told what to do. Aria just wants to get the tutoring over with. Things take a turn when she discovers that Jason is on academic probation and risks losing his spot as the goalie on the hockey team. This revelation softens Aria's perspective on him. As their late-night tutoring sessions become a regular occurrence, Aria starts to see the vulnerabilities behind Jason's tough exterior. Meanwhile, Jason never intended to develop feelings for the girl who dresses in oversized hoodies and carries notebooks. Yet, somehow, Aria is getting under his skin and possibly into his heart. "Does Daddy know you're at a party full of hot hockey players and drinking beer?" "Leave me alone," I spat. Jason grinned slyly and leaned in closer. "You know I heard you dressed up thinking you were going on a date, and the guy turned out to be gay." In a drunken stumble, Jason stepped too close and fell on top of me. Jason's eyes fluttered open slightly as he cupped my face. I froze. His hands were warm against my skin, but rational thought fled me. He gave me a look that screamed trouble. And just as I suspected, he leaned in and kissed my lips. My brain had completely shut down. It was my first kiss.

BLURB: Ethan was just a college student trying to keep his unsteady life together. Boring lectures, empty bank account. A future that felt blurry at best. Nothing about his world was exciting… until he walked into that lecture hall. Then he saw him. A magnetic qns handsome. The kind of man who silences a room without trying. Professor Kai was brilliant, untouchable, and completely off-limits. Every student wanted his attention. Ethan just wanted to survive it. He told himself it was only admiration. A harmless crush. Professors and students don’t mix, right? He was wrong. Because this Professor isn’t a professor at all. Behind the tailored suits and sharp lectures is a spy in disguise, sent on an impossible mission that could shift the balance of power. One mistake or questions . And Ethan’s life becomes collateral damage. Ethan never thought attraction could be fatal. But the closer he gets, the more secrets he uncovers… and the harder it is to walk away. Every lie pulls him deeper. Every glance feels like a warning he refuses to hear. The more dangerous the truth gets, the more obsessed he becomes with the man keeping it. Now Ethan is trapped between fear and desire. Between running for his life, or falling for a man who was never meant to be loved. This is the story of a student who fell in love with secrets. And a spy who never planned on being found. The question is: when the mission ends… will love survive it?

Maria Celiza Carosca is a free girl, she's confident, pretty and popular. The only thing she's lacking is a bit of wisdom. She's not an excellent student, she's trying but still she failed. That's why her main goal is to pass with the help of Magnus James Morrison, the nerd of the campus, but to Celiza's disappointment he refuses. Celiza found a way to make him change his mind but will Magnus help her in exchange of him being her nasty student?

"I don't like you, Mr. Decarlo,"He eyed me with his stormy grey orbs. "The feeling's mutual,"In which Newton's laws of attraction have been violated...️Aeliana Winslow, has to endure two whole years of physics lectures conducted by the awfully attractive Spaniard, Professor Antonio Decarlo.

When 19 year old Lola transfers to the elite Westbridge University, she expects academic rigor, late night cramming, and maybe a few college parties. What she doesn’t expect is to be sandwiched between two dangerously sexy roommates the brooding senior with a wicked tongue, and the golden boy football captain who’s got her name on his lips. What starts as innocent flirtation quickly spirals into stolen glances, dripping secrets, and wild nights no textbook could prepare her for. Between late night dares, forbidden threesomes, and feelings she swore she wouldn’t catch, Lola finds herself drowning in a world of lust, drama, and dangerously addictive passion. But secrets in Westbridge don’t stay secret forever. And when jealousy, obsession, and betrayal enter the chat, Lola must decide: is it just sex… or is it something more? In college, there are no rules. Just bodies. And consequences.

Ever since I was little, my dad taught me that no matter what happened, I should put my studies and exams as my top priority. When I was eight, I accidentally broke my leg during gym class, but my dad insisted that I finish that day’s class before taking me to get it treated. When the doctor said I was brought in too late and would have to be hospitalized, my dad looked troubled. “Third grade is a crucial transition period in elementary school. My child absolutely cannot waste any time right now!” So, I went to school in a wheelchair during the day and returned to my hospital room at night to finish my homework. When I was discharged, I was left with a lasting condition. Ever since then, I walked with a slight limp. When I was eleven, I ran a high fever of 102 degrees and started babbling incoherently. But my dad took forever to arrive. The teacher was so anxious that she took me to the hospital first, only to be berated by my dad when he finally showed up. “The transition from elementary to middle school is a critical moment for a child’s future. If my son, Teleus Costa, misses these three classes, just think how far behind the other kids he’ll fall!” Even though I had not fully recovered, my dad sent me back to school the very next day. From then on, I suffered from severe myocarditis. At seventeen, I developed a serious heart condition that put me at risk of sudden death at any moment. But my dad insisted I wait until after the SATs to seek treatment. “The SATs are the pivotal moment that determines your future. Missing even one class at such a time is tantamount to suicide!” One night during evening study hall, my heart seized up again, and I stumbled down the stairs. Lying in a pool of blood, I mustered my last ounce of strength to press the emergency contact button on my smartwatch to call for help. But on the other end, I heard my father’s voice. “There’s still one more session of evening study hall left. Can’t you just hang in there until it’s over?” ‘Dad, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I could make it,’ I thought.