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My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center. Professor Kane began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I smiled innocently at first, then slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my knees fall apart just enough. The desk hid most of it from the class, but not from him. I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin above my stockings. His gaze darkened. When he asked a question about reckless passion, I answered in a soft, breathy voice, leaning forward so my breasts nearly spilled out. “Sometimes the good girl needs to break every rule, Professor. Don’t you think the thrill of getting ca

He had the temerity — the nerve — to say such thing like that and then…disappear like he hadn’t just rearranged my entire thoughts? He had implanted himself so deep into my head, I'm sure I'll think about him for the whole week. “Fantastic,” I whispered to no one. I got up, walking across the living room because standing still felt difficult now. Every time I closed my eyes,I saw his face mere inch apart from mine. His jaw locked. His eyes darting. His breath hitting my mouth like he wanted to devour me, break me in the worst and best ways, but restraining himself. Levi Slate had a thing for creating torture and making it look like discipline.

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.

Daniel Hart was a chapter closed with no intention of being reread. And then, on a crisp Saturday morning in early October, I met him. The bookstore was nearly empty—one of those independent shops with mismatched chairs, shelves that reached too high, and the scent of cedar and old paper in the air. I went there often, drawn to its quiet corners and anonymity. I was in the psychology aisle, flipping through a worn copy of The Body Keeps the Score, when I heard a voice behind me. “That one saved my life. Or at least explained why I couldn’t sleep for three years.”

I almost couldn't say the last sentence as I feel my body heating up as I feel my sweat sticks to the fabric of the robe. He got up and released a scary laugh. He was mocking me with his gaze. His whole demenour exudes dominance. His face tells me to shoot. I feel the metal trigger on my shaking fingers and I really don't have in me to shoot. I'm not a killer but I'm not about to die tonight. He attempted to move by stepping a foot closer. In a panic, I accidentally pulled the trigger resulting in firing the gun, and it quickly slipped on the floor with my trembling hands.

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

She said jokingly as she threw him the key. He unlocked the restraint and stayed still, unable to move because he knew it would be pointless to try and attack her, much less try to run away. He looked at her, eyes stared widely at the half filled glass with no ice. His eyes moved past her tired eyes and studied the room. The shelf that was at his right was filled with books that were arranged according to the genre and most of them were fictional, thriller and horror novels whose seal hadn't been opened and only seemed to collect dust. The others were based on psychology, anatomy and various poisons. He felt more anxious than before.

Lately, I’d been retreating to my apartment after university but as it turned out, even that wasn’t safe anymore. Plus, I needed to think, assess, and analyze everything from every angle. And the library’s quiet corners were the perfect refuge for that. Roaming the aisles, I collected all the books I needed and strode toward the farthest corner of the library, away from hushed whispers and lingering eyes. An hour later of skimming through books, I took out a diary and a pen from my bag. Scattered in front of me on the table were the books about psychological disorders, true crime, stalking behavior, and a forensic science handbook.