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My younger sister, Angela Schrute, got married at 20. By 21, she already had a child. I'm Elizabeth Schrute, 27 years old, and still unmarried. Over the years, I've brought home a few boyfriends. But every time the subject of marriage comes up, my father, Michael Scrute, will take them into his study. I don't know what he said to them. But whenever they come out of that room, they will turn cold and frightening. It's like their hands are itching to wrap around my throat and squeeze the life out of me. My latest boyfriend thinks Dad is being unreasonable… until he follows him into the study. When he emerges, his eyes burn with rage. He breaks up with me on the spot and slaps me. Twice. I still can't figure it out. What is it that drives each of them away? And what secret is hiding in Dad's study?

I have always had an almost pathological sense of paranoia. Ever since I was a child, I was convinced that the people around me were out to get me. Back in elementary school, when everyone was lining up for their student ID photos, I flatly refused to have mine taken. I insisted that the district office was going to use my picture for identity theft. The situation escalated so badly that the principal had to personally sit me down and spend half an hour trying to convince me otherwise. Then, there was the fingerprint registration system in middle school. The school required every student to submit their fingerprints to access the campus buildings. I was so terrified that someone would steal my biometric data that I literally rubbed the skin off all ten fingertips to make them unreadable. Even when my fingers were bleeding, I kept shouting that they were trying to steal my identity. I would rather climb over the school fence every day than cooperate. Every relative I had called me crazy. My parents were so fed up that they seriously considered having me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. I did not care. I guarded my privacy with obsessive determination, gritting my teeth and holding my ground all the way up to the eve of the final exams. Then came the day before the exam. That afternoon, our homeroom teacher, Tracy Collins, walked into the classroom carrying a metal lockbox. A warm, motherly smile spread across her face as she set it down on the desk. "Everyone," she said, "to make sure nobody forgets their documents tomorrow, I'd like you to hand over your IDs and exam admission slips for safekeeping tonight." She patted the lockbox reassuringly. "Tomorrow morning, I'll personally return them to each of you outside the testing center. This way, there's absolutely nothing that can go wrong." The class was deeply moved by her thoughtfulness. Some students even looked close to tears as they eagerly pulled out their documents and lined up to hand them over. Everyone except me. My hand clamped down over my pocket so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Cold sweat poured down my back. A sharp alarm bell was ringing in my head. Trying not to attract attention, I fished out a spare flip phone from my bag, ducked beneath my desk, and dialed emergency services. As soon as the call connected, I lowered my voice and spoke into the receiver. "Hello. I'd like to report a crime. My name is Charles. "I believe a teacher at St. Alden High is working with an identity-fraud ring and is planning a large-scale operation tonight involving examination fraud and identity theft."

The college entrance exam began, and I waited nervously for the papers to be handed out. Just as I was about to take the test paper from the invigilator, a floating line of text suddenly drifted across my vision. [Don't take it. The paper is coated with deadly poison. You'll die the moment you touch it.] Before my mind could even process what was happening, pure survival instinct made my hand jerk back. The paper slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground. I stiffly met with the invigilator's lifeless, mechanical eyes. He stared at me without blinking, then slowly bent down, picked up the test paper, flipped it over, and placed it back on my desk. "Good luck on your exam." His cold voice snapped me out of the fear brought on by that strange message. Just as I was starting to think that it was nothing more than nerves playing tricks on my eyes, the exam hall speakers started playing instructions. "The listening test will now begin. Please mark your answers on the corresponding answer sheet. The papers will be collected in 15 minutes. Anyone who fails to submit on time will be eliminated!" A wave of terror instantly overwhelmed me.

In the dim glow of his office, Professor Adrian Knight had his star student bent over the desk, her skirt shoved up her waist as he thrust deep and slow, his voice low growl against her ear. "Quiet, Miss Sinclair... or the whole university will hear how wet your professor makes you." By day, Juliet Sinclair is Veridian University's brilliant top student. By night, she's Luna, the most coveted pole dancer at Midnight Eclipse, stripping and grinding for cash to save her dying mother. Their forbidden hunger was never supposed to happen. But one stolen kiss shattered every rule. Now, a ruthless VIP client and Adrian's vengeful ex-wife are closing in with blackmail, leaked videos, and deadly threats. One wrong move, and Juliet loses everything, her degree, her mother's life, and the dangerously addictive man who owns her body and soul. She was his best student by day... and his most dangerous secret by night. In a world that demands they stay apart, how far will they go to stay together? SHHHH... PROFESSOR A scorching forbidden professor-student dark romance.

!! Mature content 18+!! "Shhhh..... Take it like a good student" Those seven words changed everything. Isadora Mor is in her final semester of college, coasting through classes, avoiding her parents’ high expectations, and silently drowning in boredom. But beneath the surface, Isa harbors a secret she’s never dared to say out loud—a craving for control, punishment, and submission. Enter Professor Theodore Ashford. Brilliant. Respected. Off-limits. He’s the youngest dean in the university’s history, known for his cold stare, brutal grading, and lectures on the psychology of deviant behavior. When Isa enrolls in his class, their worlds collide—and what begins as academic interest spirals into a dark, obsessive game of power and desire. She wants to obey. He wants to break her. But crossing the line comes with a price neither of them is ready for. Rated 18+ | Contains BDSM, taboo dynamics, and explicit content. Read at your own risk.

He failed me on purpose—Then he locked his penthouse door and told me exactly how to earn an A. Aleena, a brilliant and rebellious student tries to seduce her young, stunningly handsome professor to get back at her cheating ex boyfriend, only to discover that Professor Lorcan sees right through her game and decides to play a darker one. He fails her paper on purpose, and she goes to his office demanding why. Then he gives her an option: Instead of reporting her to the university board for seducing a Professor, she would serve private detentions in his penthouse office under his absolute command. But what starts as dark game of power quickly unravels into a campus-wide war of obsession, jealousy and forbidden love because everyone wants the untouchable playboy professor and Aleena is the only person he can't resist.