Drama Romance-Webromane & Bully Age Gap-Geschichten

Josephine Maradona is the spoilt and untouchable Queen of Bells University — the only daughter of its biggest and most powerful sponsor. For years, she has ruled the campus with a dangerous game: if any lecturer dares to be harsh on her, she seduces him, frames him, and watches him lose his job and reputation. But when the new lecturer, Professor Winsley, arrives, everything changes. No matter how hard Josephine tries — the short skirts, the seductive whispers, the bold advances — she cannot break him. He remains unbothered, unshaken, and completely in control. As her failed attempts turn into genuine attraction, Josephine finds her own heart melting for the very man she planned to destroy. For the first time, she is falling... and falling hard. When he started giving in to her whispers and seduction. Will she ruin him or claim him even when she knows it will end her?

Sebastian doesn’t believe in letting go. Melisa doesn’t believe in remembering. Bound by trauma, desire, and a past soaked in secrets, their love grows sharp edges—beautiful, dangerous, and impossible to escape. Sebastian loves with obsession. Melisa loves with fear. Together, they spiral into a relationship where passion suffocates and loyalty becomes a threat. As the truth slowly surfaces, one thing becomes clear: This story was never meant to end happily. It was meant to haunt.

When Elowen learned that she had been switched at birth, that her life as a princess was nothing more than a mistake, she quietly accepted her fate. She accepted being treated as an error. Accepted being hurt so deeply that even crying had to be done in secret. She believed she would fade away like this — silently, unnoticed, forgotten. Until one day — when despair pushed her to the edge — she felt a faint chill, as if someone were standing behind her, protecting her without a word. From that moment on, Elowen knew she was no longer alone. — Adrian survived a horrific car accident. His body lay motionless in a hospital bed, while his soul became bound to a wounded girl he had never known. He couldn’t hold her. Couldn’t shield her from harm. Yet when she was starved, warm food appeared in her drawer. When she was bullied, her tormentors met with inexplicable accidents. When she curled up crying in the dead of night, an invisible hand gently rested on her forehead—so tender it hurt. Adrian was there. Quieter than any living person. He witnessed every wound, remembered every tear, every trembling breath she tried to suppress. Affection grew in silence—slowly, carefully—as if one careless step closer would cause the girl to shatter. One was alive, yet denied a life. One was dead, yet still learning how to protect someone. Some forms of protection need no light. Some kinds of love cannot be touched. — Then one day, Elowen spoke seriously to her “Ms. Ghost”: Elowen: “Ms. Ghost, if you’re lonely…” “Maybe you could bond with a male ghost.” “I’d give you my blessing.” Adrian: … Then the “Ms. Ghost” coldly placed a hand on her forehead. Adrian: “Call me Mr. Ghost.”