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 5
Our relationship... Oh my god! I can't believe I'm in a relationship with Cole... has progressed well so far.
He brings me to his house on Friday night, and it happened impromptu because I was already spending the weekend with my parents before he called.
Still, I told Mom that my mates are organizing night classes once in a while. I hope she doesn't perceive the deceit.
Cole cooks dinner, and I watch him from the comfort of the living room with a smile as he moves around the kitchen.
I spend that entire weekend with him. I only go home during the afternoons to feed Mom more lies about night classes.
The weekend soon bows out into a new week.
It's already a week and a few days since Cole and I started dating. To celebrate that, I prepare breakfast in bed for him.
Cole, who was once going through his phone in bed, sees me coming with the food tray and immediately sits up.
"What do you have there?" he asks with a smile.
"Just a little something?" I respond, turning into a nervous and giggling mess as I hand the tray to him.
One look at the food and his eyes light up. "You didn't tell me you could cook, Lilac. This is so... unexpected."
"You better not get used to it, though."
Cole chuckles while looking into the yellow sticky note I gummed on the tray.
"You shouldn't always need sexual satisfaction, my love. You have to eat too. From your lovely student, Lilac," he reads out before looking at me with a smile and a 'you don't mean it' kinda expression.
"Eat and tell me your feedback. Don't let it get cold," I urge.
"Before that, let me take a quick picture." Cole captures the content of the tray with his phone. "Oh, could you please do something for me, Lilac?"
"What?"
Cole goes through his phone for a while, then hands it to me. "I just marked some files for the third years' lecture tomorrow. Please transfer them to my laptop, will you?"
"Okay."
I do as Cole says, while he tastes the food.
The laptop's screen faces him, so I watch his reaction from his reflection on the screen. And I don't miss the moment when he tightens his face.
I grow anxious. "Is uh... anything wrong with the food?" I ask.
I still watch his reflection as he quickly replaces the previous expression with a smile. "Oh, no. Nothing. Nothing at all."
I know he's lying, though. "Come on, just admit it." I turn to face him now. "Tell me the truth. Honest feedback helps in learning."
Cole shrugs. "Well, is this the first time you've ever cooked?"
I shrug, which means yes. Cole then bursts into laughter. I don't hesitate to do the same as well.
"I'll improve, don't worry," I assure him.
After breakfast and preparing for school, Cole takes me to a bus stop near school in his car.
For protective purposes, it wouldn't look right if a lecturer drove a student to school. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with it. But... people's minds tend to get twisted at the first glance of things.
In my case, I wouldn't blame them, since it actually is true.
Throughout the lecture, which isn't a Dr. Cole lecture, by the way, I keep thinking of several magical ways I could skip time to when Cole would finally walk through those doors and stand on that very podium.
I swear, he makes teaching look like foreplay, cos while he's standing there in his posh suit, all I think of are those lips of his wrapped around my nipples or those hands of his tracing every curve of my body. And right here in the class, I would wet my panties again with the fear of it marking a portion of my skirt.
Oh, what good times.
"Have a nice day, students," the professor finally says after the break alarm.
Everyone springs to their feet. Unlike Cole's lectures when I linger for the hall to empty out, I'm actually the first to start running down the steps.
However, I notice the weird looks on people's faces as they look from their cellphones to me.
"That's her?"
"It's her."
"I've seen her notebook before. It is her handwriting."
"Wait... she's fucking a lecturer? That's messed up."
Those are the whispers I hear as I run down. So I slow down a little in an attempt to grasp the situation, but then someone approaches me.
Not just anyone. It's one of the dean of faculty's PAs.
"Lilac Stone, correct?" he asks me.
I nod. "Yes, that's me."
"Come with me to the dean's office. Now." His voice sounded stern. My heart leaps a thousand miles at that.
Something is happening. Something BAD is happening. And I know it has to do with my relationship with Cole, which is something that we didn't intend to get out and should never have gotten out.
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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?"