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"Get on your fours," his thick husky voice caused my pussy to be wetter. "You wanna fuck me?" At BriarWood Academy, survival isn’t about grades. It’s about power. Brielle Parkman thought her biggest challenge would be keeping her scholarship and staying invisible. But one cruel day, the school’s queen bee sets her sights on her, threatening to shatter her world. Just when Brielle is about to break, a mysterious stranger saves her… only to reappear the next morning as her new professor—Lucian Sterling. Cold. Commanding. Off-limits. Worse, she’s also caught the attention of the infamous J4—her all-star stepbrothers, the most untouchable boys in the academy. Now Brielle is trapped in a dangerous game of secrets, desire, and betrayal. Rule 1: At BriarWood, love is forbidden. Rule 2: Loyalty is tested. Rule 3: One wrong move could destroy her.

All I wanted was a one-night stand with a random guy, just to get back at my boyfriend, who had insulted me for never being able to feel anything with him. So, I left Brooklyn with my best friend, Ashley, to spend spring break in Cabo. The deal was simple: have fun like a normal young adult and hook up with any guy... just to prove a point. I ended up in the bed of a man with the most mesmerizing eyes I’d ever seen—a man I knew absolutely nothing about. He pleased me in ways I didn’t think were possible. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered brush of his hands against my skin ignited a hunger I never knew I had. But when I woke up the next morning, the stranger was gone. I thought it was just a forgotten one-night stand, someone I’d never see again. Until I found out he was my new statistics professor. It was supposed to be one meaningless night, but now I crave him in ways I never knew were possible. Even knowing he could be my downfall, I still want him. Still crave him. Still want him to ruin me in whatever way he desires.

. . I never should’ve fallen for him. Killian Davenport was my best friend’s older brother who’s brilliant, cold, and completely untouchable. At thirteen, I had the stupidest crush on him even though he barely noticed me. Then he vanished to the other side of the world. I told myself I was over him. I lied. Now he’s back after seven years. Worse, as my psychology professor. And the way he looks at me now… Like he wants to ruin me. Like he knows I’d let him. God help me… I would. ****** I didn’t come back for redemption. New York was supposed to be temporary—long enough to watch my father die and fulfill a dying man’s last wishes. One year. Then I would return to the life I built far away from the Davenport empire and its lies. I wasn’t looking forward to her. But Elena Carson is no longer the innocent girl I left behind. She’s my student. Ten years younger. My sister’s best friend. Forbidden in every way. Yet every time she’s near, darkness takes over. I want to ruin her. Claim her. Break every rule that says she can’t be mine. She thinks I’m her professor. She has no idea I’m about to become her obsession. And once I cross that line… I’ll never let her go.

CREATE YOUR OWN MR. RIGHT Weeks before Valentine's, seventeen-year-old Kate Lapuz goes through her first ever breakup, but soon she stumbles upon a mysterious new app called My Dream Boyfriend, an AI chatbot that has the ability to understand human feelings. Casually, she participates in the app's trial run but finds herself immersed in the empathic conversations with her customizable virtual boyfriend, Ecto. In a society both connected and alienated by technology, Kate suspects an actual secret admirer is behind Ecto. Could it be the work of the techie student council president Dion or has Kate really found her soulmate in bits of computer code? She decides to get to the bottom of the cutting-edge app. Her search for Ecto's real identity leads Kate to prom, where absolute knowledge comes with a very steep price.

My father, Daniel Jacobson, teams up with the elders in my family to launch the Family app. Every child's behavior is converted into points, and those points determine who inherits the family's wealth. As the least favored daughter in the family, I am one of the first people forced to use it. "You earn one point for greeting your parents. Massaging shoulders or washing feet gives you ten points. Handing over your entire paycheck gets you 1,000 points. This is my original digital system for measuring good behavior." If I dare complain even once, or if I rank last on the scoreboard, Dad humiliates me relentlessly in the family group chat. He even forces me to kneel and wash the feet of whoever has the highest score as an apology. He looks at my hands that are red and scalded from the hot water and sighs. Then, his expression turns resolute again as he says, "I know it hurts now, but this is for your own good. A rough diamond has to be cut and polished before it can sparkle. I'm helping to smooth away your rough edges so your future will be smoother. "The points system is my greatest achievement. It's the deepest expression of a father's love." Today is Independence Day. It's also our family's annual scoreboard finalizing day. Dad invites all our relatives over. In front of everyone, he plans to announce that I, the child who ranks last, will be disowned. He wants everyone to see what happens to anyone who dares challenge his authority. "I'm doing this for the good of our family. Without rules, there can be no order. And without a strict upbringing, you won't build up the perfect character. One day, you'll understand my good intentions." But, Dad... I have already ended my own life by overdosing on some medicine. Right now, my lifeless body lies cold in the room upstairs, waiting for you to uncover it with your own hands.

At one in the morning, I was alone in the research building, fighting for my life against my thesis. That was when I opened NearU and saw a viral anonymous post. My girlfriend loved the hair clip I bought her. The attached screenshot showed a girl’s side profile. It was blurred almost beyond recognition. But the blue enamel hair clip was clear. My hand went straight to my hair. Because that exact clip was holding my hair back. Two weeks ago, my anonymous boyfriend had helped me choose it. I had sent him that photo. And now his post showed he was only 300 feet away. I looked down the empty hallway. At this hour, only three places nearby still had lights on. My thesis adviser’s office. The graduate lounge. And the joint lab next door. Then my phone buzzed. Baby? Why did you go quiet? I stared at the message. For three months, I had been flirting with a man whose name I didn’t know and whose face I had never seen. Now he was somewhere in this building. Maybe behind one of those doors. Maybe watching the same hallway. Maybe close enough to hear me breathe. Then I saw the light under Dr. Ford’s office door. My stomach dropped. Because there was one thing worse than falling for a stranger online. Finding out he might be the professor who had just covered my thesis in red ink.