Professor Stein Soul Eater Novels & Stories

On campus, he was the most well-behaved student in the entire department. Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, he would only lower his head, clutch his books, and murmur a timid, “Professor.” At night, he became the most intoxicating dancer in the club. He wrapped himself around the pole, bent low, rolled his hips—each movement driving the men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around his thigh as they shouted his name. To cover his obscene tuition fees, he took a private party offering an equally obscene payout. Inside the VIP room, he straddled the pole, bathed in dim, hazy light, fingers reaching for the final restraint he was meant to undo. Suddenly, the man lounging on the sofa stubbed out his cigar and stood. The light swept across his face— It was Elliott. The very man he feared most by day. He walked onto the stage step by step, then slammed him hard against the pole in full view of everyone. “Can’t even breathe in front of me during the day,” Elliott sneered, “but at night you’re here shaking your ass, begging men to f*k you?” His mentor wrenched his arms behind his back. Hot lips brushed his trembling earlobe, his voice low and dangerous. “Noah,” he murmured, “if you’re that desperate for money… why didn’t you just come to me? How much—per night?” He panicked and tried to struggle, but Elliott forced his legs apart with his knee, pinning him against the cold metal. “Don’t hide,” Elliott said softly. “Now. Take off the rest—right in front of me. And if you perform well…” A pause, deliberate. “I’ll pay you ten times tonight’s fee

What happens when a dying nerdy girl becomes the obsession of a cursed vampire? Ivy Smith has always been the quiet girl with oversized glasses, baggy sweaters, and a stack of books in her arms. But behind the laughter and sarcasm, she’s dying. Nineteen years old, running out of time, and still a virgin. All she wants is one taste of love before death takes her away. Her plan was simple—lose her virginity to Jaxon, the hottest guy in school. But then she saw him. Dante Gomez. Her best friend’s father. Her professor. The man who should have been completely off-limits. The man who kissed her once and ruined everything. Because Dante isn’t just any man. He’s a vampire, cursed with immortality and desperate to be human again. One reckless kiss transfers his Crimson Stone into Ivy’s body—he can only take it back if she dies. Now, they’re bound together by hunger, secrets, and a dangerous desire that could destroy them both. He wants his stone. She wants his touch. Will Ivy give her heart to the boy she always dreamed of… or surrender her soul to the forbidden man who craves her?

She was once the cherished daughter of a respected professor, but now, she is nothing more than a shadow in the city-poor, struggling, and alone. Whispers follow her wherever she goes. Beauty like hers, they say, is a curse for a girl without power. They assume she'll do anything for money. But she is fire, untamed and unbroken. The university, once her father's legacy, is now under the control of a powerful man-a man who watches her with a cruel smile, waiting for the moment she will break. He holds the strings to her fate, dragging her into a silent war where wealth and control always win. Then, he returns. The boy who once played by her side, the boy who vanished the night of the tragedy, is back-no longer a friend, no longer the boy she knew. Now, he stands at the front of the lecture hall, wearing the title of Professor. His cold, unreadable eyes lock onto hers. His touch lingers like a ghost from the past. He helps her in the shadows, yet she feels his presence in every downfall she faces. Does he still hold the warmth of their past, or has he returned only to watch her drown? As secrets unravel and desires ignite, she must decide-fight against the power that seeks to destroy her, or surrender to the darkness lurking within the man she once called her own.

“Paint me.” She said and immediately he looked up, his pupils dilated and he froze. “W..what.. you.” he stuttered, stumbling over his words despite his bear sized build and rough looks. “Why professor? You said you needed a muse, you didn't say you needed a dressed one.” She muttered, her lips curving into a smirk and then as his eyes raked over her naked body, she began to trace the contours of her shape. Slowly, her hand slid downwards massaging, caressing and working her body and then it finally stopped right between her legs. As she made to speak, the door slammed open and she watched two other hulking figures saunter in, their shoulders trembling. In their eyes, she saw anger, possessiveness and lust that made her both hot and scared at the same time. *** Christiana is in no way what one would call a saint. She was the brattiest and craziest firecracker. So when one of the features of her fantasy makes an appearance, you cannot expect that she would not want to live out her fantasies. Especially when suddenly she has to live in the same house as the man of her fantasies. Christiana had three problems. One, her parents were suddenly involved in an accident, leaving her in both despair and debt. Two, Her father's closest friend suddenly asked her to move in with him. Three, Her father's best friend is in fact none other than the star in her fantasies. As if that's not enough, she also has to tackle two hockey brothers who would do anything to claim her as theirs. Maybe, her problem is more than three. Fuck that, three is the right number. Three hot men who make her body burn like never before. What will Christiana do?

I’m the straight-A, first class princess. And yes, I’m currently getting blackmailed into sucking off my hot married professor under his desk every week while he details exactly how he’s going to knock me up before the semester’s over. The problem? I let him blackmail me and I love it here. Then my asshole stepbrother Jax catches me reeking of faculty dick late at night. Does he tell? No. He bends me over and I take him in stupid and bare, as he informs me I’m his breeding bitch now, and how he’s gonna keep me knocked up and locked in his wing like a pretty little secret while he has a girlfriend he's supposed to be engaged to in a while. And Riley? My gorgeous bi bestie who’s been pining since junior year? She’s in my bed every night after, but I want a boyfriend for my self too. Call me ruined. I call it happiness. Good girls run. I’m staying right here, legs open, waiting to see who gets to fill me first. ~Yesss~ This is a steamy story but of course it contains sweet love and shows how life could be hot complicated but lovely as well. XD

"Royce Devereaux isn’t your average hot professor. He has a lot of rules in his professional and personal life. He keeps both worlds separated. He has to. He’s somewhat of a public figure—and yes, he’s made enemies climbing to the top. Being a world-famous paleontology professor doesn’t mix well with his romantic life. He likes his sex rough, and a whole lot of naughty. Which means his students are 100% off limits.One problem. His new graduate student assistant, Kenzie. She looks at him like a kid looks at birthday cake, and he doesn’t like it. Except, he does. He likes it too much. She’s feisty and smart—which only makes him want to tie her up and master her body. And her buttoned-up librarian look—it makes him want to strip her naked…slowly. He has to find a way to ignore her. It’s only one semester. Right?But when an enemy decides to use Kenzie to force his hand, Royce has no choice but to keep her close. Very, very close. His two worlds have just collided. He just hopes he can let her go once the danger is over…The Darkest Hour is created by Lauren Smith, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

Rachel Mercer had been unwanted her whole life. After bouncing between sixteen foster families, with no real name or sense of home, all she had left was a quiet hope that turning eighteen would bring freedom from a system that detested her. But everything changed the night she was attacked. She was thrust into Astrae Lykaon Academy, a secret institution for werewolves, where students believed she was a girl who simply returned from winter break. They don't know the truth. Only the academy's inner circle is aware that the girl she's replacing vanished without a trace. But if pretending to be her keeps her safe, she's willing to play along. Until she meets them. Five fated mates, each powerful, unpredictable, and drawn to her in ways she doesn't understand. The bond is wild and dangerous, awakening something ancient in her blood. And at the centre of it all is him: the young professor who once saved her life and now watches her like he already knows the truth. She was hunted by something ancient that should not exist Her bloodline is rare Her enemies are older than legends And Rachel stayed at Astrae Lykaon Academy under a false identity, hoping to survive. But as secrets unraveled, bloodlines awakened, one terrifying thought began to take root; What if she was never meant to survive that night? And what if she's not the impostor after all?

18+ | Strictly Mature Readers Only “Open your mouth and take it,” Professor Kaelven growled, his hand fist-deep in my hair as he forced my head down toward his throbbing length. I was just a wolfless student at the academy. He was the lethal, heavily scarred Lycan Prince cold, dominant, and completely forbidden. He also happened to be my best friend’s older brother. I never meant to look. But when I peeked through his office door and caught the dangerous prince shirtless, sweat-slicked, and ruthlessly masturbating his massive cock to ride out a feral heat, my helpless gasp sealed my fate. There is no escaping a feral Lycan. Dragged inside and slammed flat against his desk, I was forced to face the reality of his hunger, as his long fingers tear away my uniform, smearing his hot pre-cum across my clit before driving his fingers deep inside my tight, weeping opening. He demands I pump his rigid shaft, stretch my mouth wide around his leaking head, and swallow his wild, breathless groans. But as his sharp teeth sink directly into my shoulder to claim me as his secret mate, a heavy fist suddenly explodes against the outside of the locked door, threatening to shatter our scandalous taboo right in front of the entire pack. Welcome to your next dark, sheet-gripping obsession.

"This is wrong, Rosie. I'm engaged to your mother." Henry murmured, touching my cheeks softly. "It's wrong that I want you this way." "Then let it be wrong," I whispered, pressing my body against his. "Because I don't know how else to make it right with you. And I'm tired of having you in my thoughts and dreams alone." ****** Rosie has a secret, a forbidden one. And obsession to the one man she could never have. Her professor. Gareth Henry, disciplined and respectable. Henry was nothing more than Rosie's fantasy, until fate pulled them together. Not as her professor… But as her mother's fiancèe. Forced to live under the same roof, Rosie is trapped between what she wants and what she should never desire, every glance, every accidental touch and every quiet moment between them becomes a crack in their restraint. Because Henry remembers her. And the tension between them is no luck them one-sided. But lines exist for a reason. And crossing them could destroy everything, her family, her future and the fragile control they're both desperately holding onto.

My mother got remarried. I thought it would be a better turn — a new father, a stable home and a chance to breathe. The plan was simple; move on from my toxic ex, survive my final year in college and stay out of family drama. Until I met him at dinner. My new stepbrother. The new head of my department in school. Rough, tattooed and deadly hot. The leader of dead vultures club. He was everything I was supposed to avoid. Instead, I ended up slammed over his desk. We played with fire, we were reckless. It was addicting but very wrong. When the cloud of dangerous affection clears, whose life gets ruined first? His career and club or my entire existence?