⚠️ Warning for foul language usage ⚠️ Warning for triggers {PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "DON'T BELONG"} [Started- May, 25th, 2022] [Ended- July, 20th, 2022] This is an unedited version. Editing is in process "Emma, do you know what happens when someone betrays me?" He says as I notice him slowly, patiently; he ties my hands in front of my eyes with a silk red ribbon. I gulp before asking, "Who betrayed you?" "You! You left me, Emma. You betrayed me; you betrayed my feelings!" He pulls me onto his lap, hooking my now tied hands over his head and his mouth meets with mine. He has me locked against him, not an inch of space separating us. Taking advantage of the position, he finally slides a hand under my dress and I try to wiggle closer, rocking my hips on his lap, needing his touch now. "Now, it's my turn to return your betrayal in favour of my wicked ways." Meeting him that day in the club, made me believe that there are people whom I can trust with my heart. Whom we can care; whom we can love. Emma Lang, an introvert who lives in her house all by herself, closed off from the world and it's people, have frozen food and cereal for meals and writes books for living. The only best thing in her life is what she portraits through her writing. Thankfully she got friends who are extremely opposite of her and tries to make her days less boring. So when they convinces her to come along for a night out she never knew that night at the club will change her life forever. The mysterious man captivated her in ways that she never imagined. Aiden, wasn't a man who let's go of his possessions. Once you are in his arms, there's no escape from the arrogant CEO. Will she allow herself to have a taste of the unknown desire?

(UNDER SUPER HEAVY EDITING) You will NOT understand this if you start to read it right now!!!!! Please don't read this yet!! I'm re-editing this whole story, and making the chapters longer, and changing up some of the characters and storylines. Ashleigh Cutler is a werewolf who get abused by her pack. Her mother was killed when she was eleven. Their pack blamed her, and soon after, her father left her and her older brother, going rogue and taking her twin brother. She gets beaten daily, and is a stress reliever to most of the pack members. She finds her mate when she's walking home, but due to her wolf being dormant, she's unable to recognize him. Her mates name is Alexander Lopez. He's the next in line alpha of the Rising Blood Moon pack, and has been searching for his mate since he turned fourteen. He finds her, and because of her dormant wolf, he thinks she's human. Soon she goes missing, because her pack members sold her to a rogue pack. Alex searches, and searches, but cannot find her. Her wolf has to completely go dormant, because it's just causing her pain and she would died of she didn't. Alex thinks that she's dead, because he felt the connection between them break. He finds another girl to be his mate, and when Ashleigh is found, she is heartbroken. Not only was it her pack that made her suffer through all that because they sold her, but her mate had given up on her because her wolf had to go into dormancy. She falls into severe depression, and develops a form of PTSD, that was formed from the shock she had from her pack and mate's betrayal. She isn't happy anymore, and that brightness she had in her personality is gone, leaving a husk of her former self. Will her pack and mate right their terrible wrongs, and bring her back to her former glory, or will they carry on with how they are, and have her fall into a comatose like state? Read on to find out.

"I don't think I could do what the other girls do with you..." "And why's that?" He asked as he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. "In fact, I think you would be even more suited for it." "No..." "You can use all of those pent up feelings for me to become a very useful slut," he said turning my face to him by my chin. *** Irene knew Dexter since high school where she was more popular and he was the anti-social nerd. Despite their popularity divide, Irene was drawn to Dexter. Mainly because her sexual desires were rooted in intellectualism, and Dexter is the pinnacle of intelligence. However, his time in college brings out a part of Dexter that for Irene doesn't match the man she has liked for so many years. Dexter is now a womanizer with his sights set on Irene. But he has a secret involving his mentor that may be too much for good girl to handle. *** For mature audiences only. This book like my others is rather kinky. It's not for everyone. Check the tags before starting. Releasing chapters over time. No set schedule.

SEQUEL TO "PAINT ME, PROFESSOR" | 18+ "You think I'm going to treat you differently now that you're my wife?" Chris asked, circling Ali. She wiggled her tied wrists to free herself, but she knew her efforts were futile. The blindfold wasn't helping either as anxiety and tension rose in her body. He stood behind her and gripped her tied wrists roughly, dragging them down until she fell to her knees with a loud thump. Ali gasped and tensed up as Chris caressed her naked body with his free hand. "Do you think I'll be nicer? Milder? Do you think I'll make love to you like a good husband?" Ali knew this feeling all too well, yet it never got old. Christopher Damon was the only person who had ever made her feel this way: dominated, worshipped, and free. Even now when they were older and she was no longer his student, she still felt his control, his power, his dominance. It was intoxicating and she wanted it all. "No Sir," she replied, gulping. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. "That's right," he said against her ear. He inhaled the lilac perfume in her hair, reminding himself to go slow. Chris ran his left hand up her arm as he got up from the floor. Ali felt the the cold golden ring on his finger as he did so, giving her goosebumps. What he said next, however, made a shiver run icily down her spine: "You're mine to do whatever I please." _____ This book is for mature audiences. You have been warned. 📝 Good Grammar Guaranteed Started: 19 February 2022 Finished: On-going

Victoria Anderson is determined to finish college and make her parents proud. Finding love isn't on her list of priorities but she can't help the attraction she has towards her professor especially not after waking up from a steamy dream about him one morning. One drunken night plunges her into his world and before she knows it she's falling for him.. Justin Monroe, a college professor at just the age of twenty-seven, has lost all hope when it comes to love. When he catches his girlfriend in bed with his best friend, the same day that he was meant to propose, it made him believe that he would never find happiness again -but then he saw her like an angel resembling hope. She's beautiful, sexy, intelligent and mature. She's perfect but there's one not so little problem, she's his student. Epigraph : "I knew it was a bad mistake. I just knew, yet I fell. I fell in love with my sexy professor." Highest Ranks : #1 (out of 95.4k ) for 'Wattpad' (23/11/2022) #1 (out of 1.42k) for 'Sir' (14/08/2021) #1(out of 12.7k) for 'Desire' (11/04/2022) #1 (out of 22) for 'Real life drama' (13/10/2020) #1 (out 700) for 'College Love' (29/04/2021) #2(out of 59k) for 'Dreams' (19/08/2021) #2 (out of 4.9k) for 'Smoking' (7/04/2021) #3 (out of 23.1k) for 'Real life' (20/08/2021) #3 (out of 27.8k) for 'Student' (11/04/2021) #3 (out of 1.2k) for 'Taboo' (16/07/2020) #3(out of 75k) for 'Romantic' (24/06/2022) #7(out of 4.88k) for 'Professor' (23/05/2021) #26 (out of 26.2k) for 'adult' (12/05/2020) #33(out of 68.5k) for 'Sexy' (31/10/2021) #40 (Out of 117k) for 'Mature' (16/11/2021) #164 (out of 1.9M) for 'Romance' (30/12/2021) (I will rewrite this book better if I reach 1mil)

"With a swift motion he entered me and I cried out, and for the first time using "foul language" as I can recall Mama saying. I felt him in me, and slowly move to push himself deeper in. It still hurt like hell, but after he began to move a bit more I grew accustomed to him. My once cries of pain became cries of pleasure as he thrusted into me. At some point in time, that I can't recall, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. I met his thrusts automatically. I felt myself tighten around him. And then I felt great pleasure flood out of me as I climax." •*•*•*•*•*• Shanti was born to be married, or more like sold to the highest bidder. All her life she has known this. At her first auction she was bought by the gorgeous and rich Andrew Knight. Andrew has made it clear to her that she is to refer to him as "Master". As her time with Andrew increases, Shanti begins to feel something she grew up with out. Love.

He whispered, "Don't make a sound." "How do you expect me to beg and cry for you?" I taunt and attempt to dig my nails in the hand he rested in front of me, eye level while I was on his lap. He squeezed the hand tightly before pushing it behind my back. He slapped my ass hard for the little comment, and I gawked. I've never been struck, or punished before. "I'm sure you'll find an alternative." Sayter stroked my hair, and spanked me again. - It's 1890, the Victorian Era. Theres a killer on the loose, and it's a pretty little thing named Victoria Vonscuets. Victoria fakes her job as a prostitute to lure her clients into bed with her and to their brutal deaths. But if she had a rival for notoriety, it was Sayter Hamel, a vicious, brutal crime lord who tortured and killed victims on his raider who owed more than they could give. When Victoria decides she wants to try and kill Sayter, she's caught and Sayter decides he'll keep her for himself and teach her submission. But Victoria has a plan to exceed the same goal, all she has to do is sell her soul. ⚠️WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT INCLUDING SEX, KIDNAPPING, TORTURE, AND A BDSM RELATIONSHIP SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING MOVE ON⚠️

"I can really take care of myself, but thanks for stepping in and all that." I said in a meek voice as I looked up to see his bare chest was wet and glistening from the water that covered his body and dripped down to the top of his jeans that hung mouthwateringly low on his hips. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch his chest, to feel the firmness under my fingers. His intense green eyes pierced through mine as he took a step toward me, causing my back to press up against the wall behind me. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and grabbed the back of my neck, wrapping his fingers in my freshly washed hair. A gasp escaped through my parted lips as he yanked me forward and grabbed my hips. "Do you want me?" He questioned breathless. Kelsey Henderson has a dark and a dangerous past that she prefers to hide from and keep hidden. When she meets a handsome stranger, Kelsey had mixed feelings about moving on from her past relationship that broken her into pieces or taking his offer for drinks. What Kelsey doesn't know is the guy she's fallen for is her new math teacher Alex Kaynes. Even as they both try to fight their feelings for each other, she soon finds herself charmed by his charismatic ways, and gets thrown into the chaos to hide her past from being discovered and haunting her all over agin.. Will Mr. Kaynes stand up for her or let her Ex take her away? Will they sacrifice everything they have to be together? Or will they let go of possible life love for the rules that bind them? Either way, both are in for the ride of a life time.

Bellamy I was late to class. He made sure everyone knew it. Dr. Elijah Parks. My Microbiology professor. Brilliant. Distant. Impossible to crack. He barely looks at me. Barely acknowledges me. And when he does, it's to make some dry, cutting remark meant to put me in my place. But I see the way his jaw tightens when I push back. The way his hands clench when I tease. The way his cold, unreadable eyes darken when I step too close. I didn't expect him to get under my skin the way he does. I didn't expect to enjoy pushing his buttons, cracking that icy exterior until I saw the fire underneath. And I definitely didn't expect our late nights in the lab to start feeling less like work and more like a dangerous game-one we're both on the verge of losing. Elijah I don't like people. I tolerate them. I endure them when necessary. But I don't like them. Bellamy Rhodes is no exception. My late best friend's daughter. She's brilliant. Headstrong. Reckless. She gets under my skin in a way no one ever has. And the worst part? She knows it. I ignore her. I cut her down with sharp words and colder looks. I remind her, again and again, that I am not someone to be toyed with. And yet she keeps pushing, keeps testing, keeps smiling at me like she knows something I don't. She's temptation wrapped in chaos-bold, relentless, completely unaware of just how much she affects me. She pushes me too far. She tests every boundary I set. She teases me with that wicked little smirk, knowing damn well I'm close to snapping. She's forbidden fruit. And God help me, I've already taken a bite. *** Professor x Student Grumpy MMC that's secretly a softie Jealous/possessive MMC