Spy Classroom Characters Novels & Stories

BLURB: This collection features highly, significant age-gap relationships, and deeply taboo themes that many would consider wrong or forbidden. Sinful addiction is a scorching collection designed for readers who hunger for what society says they shouldn’t crave. Each story dives headfirst into the dangerous thrill of crossing lines that were never meant to be crossed. From sacred promises quietly broken to desires so wrong they burn, these tales are dripping with tension, slow-building, and explosive passion. Every story in this collection is a complete, very hot short read spanning 7 to 10 steamy chapters, packed with filthy encounters, forbidden touches, and characters who surrender completely to their darkest urges. Open these pages… and let temptation take control.

Ericka Matthews has been in love with her roommate for two years. The problem? Dominic Anderson made her sign a contract when she moved in: no romance allowed, or she's out. She's respected that boundary, hidden her feelings, and watched him from across the breakfast table every morning without letting on. Then Dominic kisses her. And immediately tells her not to kiss him back. Heartbroken and humiliated, Ericka decides to disappear. She has a backup plan, savings, and an apartment lined up. She'll be gone before he even notices. But when she collapses on campus and ends up in the hospital, Dominic is forced to confront what losing her actually means. The contract gets torn up. Confessions are made. And it turns out their mothers have been running a secret spy network dedicated to getting them together for three years. Now they just have to survive Sunday dinner with both families and Aunt Linda's unopened Christmas presents. A contemporary romance about two idiots who wasted three years pretending to be "just roommates," the meddling families who saw right through them, and the kiss that finally broke all the rules.

We were supposed to hand in our college applications. The ditzy school belle volunteered to hand in the whole class' applications and told them it could save them time. "Have fun, guys. I'll make sure all your applications are handed in." I was the class president, and I told her that the applications are important. "Their future is on the line. We can't have someone else hand in the applications on their behalf. They have to be there themselves. No exceptions." That made her cry, and she told everyone that I humiliated her. That very afternoon, she climbed up to the main building's roof and jumped off. My childhood friends lost their minds when the results were out. They stopped me from getting out of the classroom and yanked my hair as they dragged me to the rooftop. "She was only trying to help! Why'd you humiliate her?" "You killed her! You're not our class president!" "We're not letting you live! Not when she's dead!" They shoved me off the rooftop. I hit the ground hard, and blood seeped into the cracks between the tiles of the ground. When my eyes snapped open again, the first thing I saw was the school madonna asking for everyone's application. I snickered and handed her what she asked for. My childhood friends were surprised but also glad. I went into the headmaster's office and signed the papers that would secure me a spot in Harland University. There was only one of those here. This time around, I decided to stop helping those who didn't deserve it and take the highway to success. The boys would see their own future ruined as their applications were changed and sabotaged. As for me? Why, I couldn't care less.

I’ve always taken people literally. When Dad told me to empty the basin, I asked where he wanted me to pour the water. “On my head,” he snapped. So I did. When Mom told me to do the laundry, I asked whether I should add detergent. She gave a cold laugh. “Sure. Add caramel sauce.” So I poured an entire bottle of caramel sauce into the washing machine. Everyone said I was stupid. But this “stupid” guy took first place in a nationwide academic competition. I earned my school’s only direct-admission spot at one of the country’s top universities. The day the results were announced, Lucas Hale, the school bully, ripped my application apart in front of the entire class. “You can’t even understand sarcasm. Why should someone like you get direct admission? “Last night, I saw you get out of a luxury SUV. Who knows what kind of deal you made with the woman inside?” The whole classroom went quiet. Then everyone started looking at me differently. Lucas stood there with a self-righteous expression. “I’m just speaking up for the rest of the class. Why should we work ourselves to death only to lose out to someone who got in through connections?” I thought about it seriously. Then I took out my phone and called my older sister. “Claire, they said I got my admission spot by sleeping with someone. Is that true?” A few seconds later, I held the phone out to Lucas, whose face had gone pale. “My sister wants to know something.” “What’s your name?” “And your student ID number?”

Someone is killing unmarked souls, and Ru Roberts is the only one that can stop them. That's a bit of a problem, though, since she has no idea she's a Keeper. Adopted as a small child, Ru knows next to nothing about her birth parents. Her new mom insists she was given up because she "ruins everything." Hence, her name-Ruin. Yet, Ru has managed to make a life for herself in the small town of Reaper's Hollow, working as a fourth grade teacher, which she loves. If it wasn't for her inability to touch anything electrical without starting a fire, she'd be the happiest girl in Upstate New York. That is, until the charming and devastatingly handsome Cutter Michaels moves into the classroom across the hallway and starts filling her head with all sorts of unbelievable fantasies. He claims she is the lost Keeper, the daughter of a half-angel and a half-demon, and she is the only one who can help him locate three portals the Reapers, as in Grim Reaper, are using to ferry souls away to the Underworld. Ru knows he's lost his mind, and yet she finds herself being sucked into his delusions more and more each day. The fact that he can shoot blue fire out of his hands might have something to do with that. Once she begins having strange dreams where she comes face to face with Thanatos, the most powerful Reaper of all, Ru begins to think there might be more to Cutter's story than she's been giving him credit for. Will joining Cutter lead her to find her biological parents and discover the powers coursing through her veins, or will Thanatos claim her for his own?

Sylvie Rose is a true Omega werewolf who was adopted by the Lycan Prince Conri and Princess Ashina. She discovers her mate is a werebear name Luke who is half warlock. Word of the strength of their powers spread among supernaturals then, eventually, the news falls onto the ears of human hunters. The supernatural hunters would love nothing more than to capture them to study and experiment with them and their magic. As Sylvie and Luke go into hiding, Sylvie’s mother calls on the multi-species alliance to aid in this war while Sylvie and Luke discover how well their powers complement each other, and they work to strengthen that bond. They will need that bond as well as the help of the alliance to make it through this war alive. Note: This book contains many characters from the book Loner to Luna but it can be read as a stand-alone.

My fiancee, Isabelle Bailey, engages in a passionate kiss with her stage partner, Shawn Sanders, in a theater play. While the audience is wholly touched by the romance depicted by the main characters of the play, I know for a fact that the actual script doesn't feature the kissing scene at all. Guilt flickers across Isabelle's face at my confrontation. But she argues, "We were just acting! Are you saying that I can't act out romance scenes anymore?" I no longer demand answers from Isabelle like a hysterical fool. Instead, I give the roses that are cultivated from a new breed to the background actors. After leaving the afterparty, I call my mentor, Patrick White. "Professor, I'm willing to travel to the northwest to plant roses there."

In a bustling city filled with ambition and dreams, two opposites collide. Trevor Reynolds, a successful but arrogant billionaire, thrives on control and power, believing that emotions are a weakness. Alessia Maxwell, a fiery drop-out who refuses to be tamed, finds herself burdened with piled-up medical bills and juggling two exhausting jobs. Their worlds unexpectedly intertwine when Alessia accidentally scratches Trevor's prized car at a diner’s driveway, igniting sparks of attraction and conflict. As their paths cross, Alessia is thrust into a chaotic rollercoaster ride with the egotistical billionaire. Witty banter and undeniable chemistry reveal deeper layers to both characters as they navigate the turmoil of their lives. Amidst the chaos Trevor brings, they discover that love can bloom in the most unexpected circumstances. Will they embrace their differences, or will their contrasting worlds pull them apart?

Cinderella the author, the princess, the broken soul, has been through a lot, but life wasn't done with her yet, not even close to that. She's thrown into a world of her own making, she's thrown into her newest story, she loves writing and what happens when the world throws her into her newest story, the one she just started writing? She's about to feel how her characters do, not just imagine it through, she'll live it first hand. Watch her being thrown into another version of Dom and little academy her most famous story, along with her best friend, and guardian angel Paul. This is a CGL story, filled with fluff and coffee addiction. Apologies for any misspelling or grammar mistakes.

After Mom passed, it was just me and Dad, depending on each other. I’ve always had poor health, and people used to taunt me, calling me a “sickly, doomed child.” He kneeled by my bedside, making a promise. “I swear, I’ll get you the best treatment, no matter what. You’ll never suffer again!” Eventually, he became a powerful CEO, going so far as to buy an entire private villa just so I could recover in peace. However, his assistant assumed I was his mistress.  She came in with a group of security guards and surrounded me. “So, you’re the cripple who’s been seducing Mr. Johnson?” “Let’s see if you can still act high and mighty after I’m done with you!” She kicked over my wheelchair, yanked me by the hair, scratched up my face, and finally cut off my hand. Barely clinging to life, I lay there until Dad came back. She held up my severed hand, presenting it to him. “Mr. Johnson, this was a spy sent by a rival company. I took care of her for you.”