Do I Have A Thing With My Professor?
Lilac Stone once wanted nothing more than being unnoticed. But everything changed the moment she met Adrian Cole, the new lecturer.
He's distant and completely off-limits. She's quiet, guarded, and unprepared for the way he sees right through her.
What begins as harmless conversations after class quickly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them can stop no matter how hard they try.
But then they're living in a world where rules are meant to be followed, and their connection is one line they were never supposed to cross.
Whispers turn to accusations. Secrets are exposed. Their futures are at risk.
They are merely two opposites-a lecturer and a student, a male and a female-but they are bound to destroy each other as long as they are huddled in one space at the same time.
What then can they choose: forfeit their futures and embrace their happiness, or let the latter slip while keeping their careers intact?
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Chapter 4
He sets his rough hand on my cheek and caresses it with his thumb moments before our lips make contact.
The feeling is electrifying, thrilling, and an absolute pleasure.
I can't believe this is my very first kiss, and I can't wrap my head around just how good it feels.
However, I fear I may be clumsy and awkward. I don't even know how to go about it even though Cole leads me well.
His other hand creeps to my waist, and some weird mix of sensations spread from my stomach to between my legs, where all of a sudden feels too wet.
"Something's wrong with me," I mutter against Cole's lips. "I'm wetting my panties. Is that alright?"
The man huffs a smile. I feel his breath fan my face in a good way. "Nothing is wrong with you, Lilac," he says soothingly while leaning back, still caressing my cheek. "What you are experiencing is the start of pleasure." Cole suddenly frowns. "Hold on a sec. You haven't been intimate before?"
I shake my head nervously.
"Then you have a long way to go, Lilac."
I lean into the man, wrapping both hands around his shoulders. "Show me. Please."
I watch Cole's Adam's apple bobble as he gulps hard, and I smile inwardly. I love the fact that he's having a good hard time because of me.
However, he takes me unawares when he suddenly pecks my lips. "You've got to go home now. It's late." He crosses my hands off his shoulders but doesn't let them go as he stands up. "Come on." He pulls me to my feet. "I'll put you in a cab."
I groan out my displeasure. Although I just want to finish what we started right here and now, I'm still happy about how this night turned out.
Henceforth, I know things are about to change.
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Getting reading for school never felt so refreshing. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I scrutinize my looks.
I've always been proud of my ebony black hair and my brown eyes, but I've not been more grateful than I am that I'm quite thick and really curvy.
My insecurities were my baby face and my overly pale skin. But, seeing as the person I like likes me back, I can now look at the mirror and smile at my reflection.
"Hi, Mom!" I greet as I walk past the kitchen.
I don't bother looking at her, but Mom seems to have laid one glance at me and judged.
"What are you putting on, Lily? That is too slutty for school."
Too slutty?
A fitted long-sleeved top tucked into a mini skirt, fashioned with a pair of lace leggings and a pair of knee-length boots, is slutty?
I look down at myself. Well, maybe it is, but who cares? I've been wearing extra large outfits since last year, after all.
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"We need to submit our literature projects, and the course prefect is absent," one student presents a problem. I do know why it's a problem.
"Due to his grumpy habit, I fear Dr. Cole would strangle me if I should step into his office. I rather forfeit the project than go there," another whines.
"Who will go then?"
There are murmurs for a while before...
"Wait! Everyone! Dr. Cole eases up with Lilac. She surely is his best student and may as well be the course prefect. Let her submit the assignments."
"Perfect idea."
"Wait... what?" I try to protest, but, in truth, I was waiting to be elected.
"Do not worry, Lilac. If you don't return, we'll write the perfect eulogy for you. It's literature, remember?"
I smile. Ironic.
If there's anybody whom a eulogy should be written for, it's Cole. He's the one who's about to be murdered by my looks, anyways.
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I knock once on his office door.
"Come in," I hear him say, and my heart skips a beat.
I let myself in and dump the pile of project works in a corner of his desk, setting my hands on the table and leaning on it.
"There's the homework. Your students are afraid to meet you."
Cole regards me for a while. His eyes shift to my breasts, where the material is hiding my cleavages, but the outline is still pretty visible. Then he looks down at a script he's marking.
"Why so?"
"They say you're the reaper. You dismember heads and hearts, they say."
"Then why aren't you scared?" Cole pauses his marking and starts stabbing his pen on the paper, seeming lost in thoughts.
"Cos I want to see the reaper in you come out," I respond.
"Fuck it!" Cole grunts and shifts the scripts aside. Then he pushes his swivel chair backwards so that there is enough space between him and the desk. "Come here." He taps his thigh.
Bloody hell! He wants me to sit on his lap.
"I have weight, you know," I say in feigned hesitation.
Without saying anything, Cole reaches for my wrist and pulls me into his natural seat.
The connection between us starts to spark flames again. Goosebumps spread through my skin as butterflies dance in my belly.
He holds my jaw between his thumb and index finger and brings my head down so that we can kiss while I slip my hands around his neck.
I love the feeling of his other hand tracing my curves. And I love the feeling of pulsating down there as juices leak without my control.
Most of all, I love whatever it is I'm seated on. It's hard and long and jerks from time to time.
I don't need to ask Cole what it is so as not to sound too dumb. I need to use my common sense on this one. After all, what else would be on his crotch aside from his manhood?
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9.7
For three years, I hid my identity as the sole heiress of a multi-billion dollar tech empire to live in a cramped apartment and support my boyfriend, Ben.
But the day before our engagement, I stood outside a meeting room and overheard him talking to his wealthy boss, Haylie.
"She's just a stepping stone," Ben laughed, his voice full of contempt. "A poor, ambitionless distraction while I work my way up to where I really belong."
He mocked the cheap silver ring he gave me, calling it a necessary prop to keep a naive fool happy.
He bragged about the multi-million dollar merger proposal he was presenting, planning to use it to secure his promotion and build a future with her.
He had no idea that I had secretly negotiated that entire deal using my real connections just to give him his big break.
I had sacrificed my family's comfort, my true identity, and my own career just to watch him rise.
I poured my heart and soul into our humble beginnings, only to realize he saw my love as a pathetic joke and me as disposable trash.
I calmly picked up a pen and voided the merger agreement, tearing my hard work into tiny pieces.
I went home, slid the cheap ring off my finger, and dropped it into his mug of cold coffee.
"Soon, you'll find out exactly who is nothing."
Walking out the door, I pulled out my phone and texted my billionaire father.
"I'm in. Announce the merger."
7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
9.2
Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality.
Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison.
But the game was far too real.
Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice.
Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit.
Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight.
She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest.
She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home?
How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door?
Until she looked at her nightstand.
Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic.
And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar.
She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.
9.2
He married her to control her.
To break her.
To own her.
Seraphina let him believe it.
She plays the quiet wife-
soft voice, lowered eyes, perfect obedience.
But behind every smile...
is a plan he was never meant to survive.
Because this marriage was never about love.
Not even power.
It was revenge.
And when Lucien finally uncovers the truth-
when he realizes who she really is...
he won't be fighting to keep her.
He'll be begging to escape her.
8.3
Imogen Montgomery was the perfect billionaire heiress, deeply in love and ready to marry her fiancé, Clark Ellis.
That all ended the night her cousin Kathleen ripped the sapphire pendant from her neck and pushed her into a pool of toxic chemicals to die.
Two years later, Imogen's eyes snapped open. But she didn't wake up in a hospital. She woke up tied to a stained mattress, trapped in the battered body of Briana, a teenage girl from the slums who had just been sold to a local trafficker.
After violently fighting her way out of a cheap motel, she discovered the horrifying truth. Kathleen had taken over the Montgomery Group. She had locked Imogen's grieving parents away in a psychiatric facility as prisoners.
And worst of all, Kathleen was now flaunting her stolen wealth online, preparing to marry Clark.
A wave of pure, white-hot rage boiled in her blood. Kathleen had murdered her, stolen her family, and was playing the perfect grieving cousin. How was she supposed to fight back? She was just a runaway nobody now. If she tried to expose the truth, Kathleen's security would shoot her dead in the street.
She needed a weapon. She needed a shield. She needed the one man Kathleen feared.
Covered in mud and blood, Briana intercepted Clark's car in the freezing rain. She was going to infiltrate his home as his vulgar, unhinged fake mistress, and she would drag Kathleen straight down to hell.
9.1
The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life!
Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home.
Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan.
To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity.
The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined!
Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... "
He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"