The Teachers Girl

“Do you know what happens when a little lamb comes across the big bad wolves?” Dominic's husky whisper sent a delicious shiver down her spine. She could feel his hardness against her back as he leaned against him. “No…” her voice came out like a whimper. Rhys slowly pushed her thighs apart. “She spreads her legs and cums for them,” he smirked, just before burying his face between her legs. One swipe of that heated tongue and her body exploded with pleasure. *********** Disguised as a boy, Tedoira entered MoonCrest academy with one mission; Revenge. Kill the bastards who murdered her twin brother. She was prepared to find them and make them pay with their lives. But when four of the five hot devils set their sights on her, Tediora finds it hard to resist these sinfully gorgeous murderers and even harder to hate them. Secrets are unraveled and soon, Tediora is thrown into a twisted web of love, lies and darkness. One that might claim her life especially when her identity is revealed as the half-witch hybrid. The one kind the werewolf community despises the most.

Sira, a young girl who has just graduated from high school, is forced to accept the consequences of her adoptive father Mario's actions. Previously, Sira was always tortured by her adoptive family and treated as a slave. But after escaping from Mario's family, Sira is trapped in the life of a ruthless Billionaire named Damian Tomhill. Sira had to bear all the actions of Mario who had taken away Tomhill's company money. Damian made Sira’s life instantly change, the girl was even more tormented because she was deliberately raped by the Billionaire. Sira tries to avoid the life of Damian who is the heir to one of the largest companies in the world. But Sira’s pregnancy makes the girl even more involved in the Billionaire's life. During that time Sira tried to find out who her biological parents were. It turns out that Sira’s biological parents are friends of Damian’s parents. So, what decision should Joy make next? Whether to stay with Damian, or just choose to leave.

Blaze’s tongue speared into me, flicking and sucking fast and a strangled scream tore out of my throat. I arched off the bed, or attempted to, but Blaze’s grip on my hips were like granite, mercilessly pinning me to the bed as he ravished me like I was his last meal on earth. “Please,” I cried out through a stuttered moan. A moment later, Justin was crouching above me, gripping my throat firmly and making me mewl shakily as my eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. “You wanna be a good girl for us? Don’t you?” He asked, voice silky and deep. I nodded my head vigorously, eagerly. I wanted to be good for him, for the both of them– always. I always want to be good for them. “Now shush. Be a good girl and take it.” ————- Molly has been in a relationship with Justin for over a year, and their love was as strong as mountains. When Molly’s twenty-first birthday arrived, she didn’t expect her boyfriend to bring her most dirtiest fantasy to life, which was to have a threesome with two hot looking men. And when Molly and her boyfriend realized just how much they loved that night spent with Blaze, it became a reoccurring experience. But, what Molly didn’t expect to happen, was for her to unknowingly start catching feelings for Blaze. • • This is a m/w/m ménage story featuring: - dom/sub undertones. - sexual awakenings. - dirty as fuck sex.

There's nothing certain in this world. When two people were supposed to be together, are they what really is called soulmates? The moment Mirabella accidentally stumbled upon the famous Alpha, Jason Langton in the library, the first words he was spouting was about rejecting her. What did she do? "Well, I reject you too." Mirabella said playfully, not the slightest bit bothered. Her words and reaction caused him to be stunned. He was caught in a trance for a moment. When he looked up again, she was no longer standing before him. He found her figure trying to reach for a book in one of the shelves. It seemed that the book is more important than the matters of him rejecting her? Rejected by an Alpha? For her, wasn't it just mutual rejection? He rejected her, she was just returning the favor!

Adam Ocampo is a premier world-class painter who went back to his hometown in search of a perfect place for his art and a home for his heart. His search for Teresa Milan draws him closer to long-lost memories, past grievances, and the closure of forgiveness.

Stéphane had never desired Aleen; she was off-limits as his wife's daughter, Christine. But something about her captivated and locked him in, igniting his appetite and desire for her. Stéphane knew he should keep his distance; he shouldn't have any longing for his stepdaughter. He shouldn't want to know how she tastes or long to feel her tightness wrapped around him as he buried himself deep inside her. However, all resolve to resist was shattered when Aleen boldly made the first move, bringing Stéphane to his knees and causing him to taste the forbidden when she called him 'Daddy'.

“Let him go right now.” Wait a second, did he just call me him? And then it hit again! Over here, I am a HE, not a SHE. Idris, not Irish. Before you roll your eyes and use the F words, this is my story, not yours. They said when life throws you lemons, you make lemonade, but I made a whole juice. Being in this college with not just a different name, but a different sex, is chaos on its own, one I’m fully embarked on. “Desperate times require drastic decisions.” I took those words way too seriously. How I plan to survive this journey is totally up to me. Will I be caught? That’s up to you to find out.

At the bachelor party the night before the wedding, the truth-or-dare penalty was brutal—show the most hidden photo on your phone. Gina, Peter's so-called "girl bro," lost. She just grinned and cast her screen onto the big TV. A marriage license filled the screen, stamped by the county clerk. Names: Peter Cooke and Gina Draper. Date: yesterday. The room went dead silent. I stared at Peter's drained face. Gina didn't flinch. She patted his shoulder. "Oops. Guess you found out. Joey, don't take it seriously. Just a dumb bet. I wanted to see what the county clerk's office looked like, so I dared Peter to register a marriage with me." She leaned in, eyes on me like I was the joke. "You're still getting your wedding tomorrow. The vows, the ceremony. I just borrowed your fiancé for a stamp. Don't tell me you're jealous of his buddy." Peter jumped up and pulled me in. "Babe, listen. You're the only one in my heart. It was just a joke." He pulled out the diamond ring, dropped to one knee. "I'll file for divorce first thing tomorrow. It won't mess up our noon wedding. Invites are already out. Don't make this a scene in front of my friends. Once we're married, all my money's yours, okay?" I smiled. He had no clue how any of this worked. Didn't even know divorce came with a thirty-day wait. I didn't take the ring. I pulled out my phone and blasted a group text canceling the wedding.

I showed up to Luciano's birthday in his favorite lingerie—ready to surprise him. Instead, I walked in on him hooking up with my half-sister, Cecilia. Classic. So yeah, I dumped him on the spot and hit the nearest bar to blackout my rage. One thing led to another, and I ended up having a one-night stand with this insanely hot stranger. Plot twist? He turned out to be Luciano's adoptive dad. Yeah—Lysandro Godino. The freaking mafia Don. Since then, my life's been a mess of his dark world, intense nights, and seriously confusing feelings. He's wild. Possessive. Obsessive. The kind of man who doesn't believe in limits. And somewhere in all that chaos, I fell for him—hard. But does he love me back? I still don't know.

I had been sexually assaulted. Just as I was about to wash away the filth clinging to my body, I saw a flood of scrolling comments: [What insane luck does the female lead have? She just goes to sleep and ends up having sex with a hot guy.] [I just saw the male lead’s eight-pack abs. Damn it, she’s got it so good. Let me take her place for a couple of episodes.] [Hehe, next the female lead is going to run away pregnant. A little baby is about to be born.] [Call the police. Go to someone you trust. Whatever you do, don’t wash away the evidence.] My gaze lingered on the last comment. After a long silence, I reached out and turned off the shower.