In the quiet halls of Maplewood High, a secret blooms where it shouldn't. Miss Evelyn Hart, a young and passionate literature teacher, never imagined her world would shift the day she met Adrian Blake, a brilliant but brooding final-year student with a troubled past and a gaze that sees through her. As stolen glances turn into forbidden conversations, and boundaries begin to blur, both find themselves entangled in a romance that defies rules, risks reputations, and challenges everything they thought they knew about love and consequences. Behind the classroom door, desire whispers louder than duty, but how far are they willing to go for a love they shouldn't have?
The halls of North Hill High buzzed with adolescent energy as students hurried to their classes, the sound of sneakers squeaking on polished floors mixing with laughter, gossip, and the occasional slamming of locker doors. It was only the second week of the term, and Miss Amara Blake, the newest English Literature teacher, was already drawing curious glances.
She walked down the corridor with a neat stack of books in her arms and a calculated calm in her steps. Her pencil skirt hugged her figure modestly, and her white blouse was tucked in with precision. Her hair was pulled into a low bun, not a strand out of place. She was composed, professional and determined to keep things that way.
Her classroom door was labeled "Room 4C – English Lit." She entered and placed her books on the desk, taking a deep breath. Today, she'd meet the infamous Class 12B. According to her colleagues, this class had the most challenging students smart, unpredictable, and unfiltered.
She turned to the board and began writing the day's topic when the door creaked open behind her. A few students filed in, murmuring greetings or ignoring her entirely. Then the room fell unusually quiet.
A presence entered
Amara turned slowly while her marker hovered midair.
He was tall, easily over six feet with broad shoulders that strained against his black uniform shirt. His sleeves were rolled up carelessly, revealing strong, veined forearms. His tie was loose, as though he couldn't care less about school decorum. Jet-black hair framed a face that was more mature than the average high schooler's, sharper jawline, stubble beginning to peek through, eyes far too calculating.
He moved like someone who owned the room, even though he'd just stepped into it.
Liam Carter
She recognized the name instantly. The last file in her stack last night, he was aged 20. Repeating his final year due to a past suspension involving a physical altercation with a teacher. He'd vanished for almost a year and had just returned under special permission from the board. His file was stamped with warnings.
"Mr. Carter," she said evenly, lowering her marker "You're late"
He looked at her, dark eyes dragging over her face and down her form with bold indifference.
"I'm here now," he said, voice deep, controlled, too calm for someone reprimanded.
A ripple of quiet laughter passed through the class. Amara raised a brow, her professional tone unshaken.
"Find a seat"
He did, all the way at the back, slouching comfortably like he belonged more in a biker bar than a high school classroom. Amara turned back to the board, suppressing the unexpected flutter in her stomach.
She launched into the lesson by SHAKESPEARE titled OTHELLO ,the theme of manipulation and internal conflict. For the first twenty minutes, the class barely listened. Phones buzzed, heads tilted, whispers were passed. She was used to this because new teachers always had to earn their ground.
But then a voice cut through.
"He didn't kill her because he stopped loving her," Liam said from the back. "He killed her because he didn't know how to survive the feeling of betrayal. It wasn't about her though, it was about him."
Amara paused.
The class turned to look at him, mildly surprised.
She turned as well, her gaze sharp "Interesting perspective, but I think most critics would argue Desdemona's innocence and..."
"Critics don't understand pain," Liam interrupted, staring straight at her. "They just try to explain it away"
Her breath caught for half a second. There was something in his voice. A kind of raw, restrained darkness. She didn't know whether to challenge him or step away from the edge he was standing on.
"Well," she said, steadying her tone, "perhaps that's something we'll explore more in our discussion essays next week so let's move on."
The rest of the lesson passed with her heart knocking too loudly against her ribs. She could feel his gaze on her, even when she wasn't looking. He was watching, studying, and undressing every layer of her calm.
When the bell finally rang, students packed up and left in the usual chaotic rush. Amara exhaled quietly as she erased the board then she felt him again.
She turned and saw Liam standing by her desk.
Up close, his features were even more intense. Strong brows, straight nose, a scar just beneath his jaw that she hadn't noticed before. His eyes locked onto hers with terrifying focus.
"Is there something you need, Mr. Carter?",she asked.
He didn't answer immediately instead his eyes flicked to the books on her desk.
"I didn't get the homework."
"I posted it on the class group chat maybe try checking it"
"Don't have a phone," he said. "Yet."
She narrowed her eyes, "Then I suggest you get one or at least ask earlier next time"
His mouth twitched slightly, not quite a smile. "You're not like the others."
"Excuse me?"
"You don't try too hard to be liked which is good, you shouldn't."
She was stunned by the boldness in his voice, like he had the right to comment on her at all.
"Class is over, Mr. Carter," she said firmly. "You should go."
He leaned in just a little. Not enough to break boundaries... but close enough that she had to fight the urge to step back.
"See you tomorrow, Miss Blake."
Then he turned and walked out, slow and deliberate.
Amara stood still, pulse in her ears, confused by the flush in her cheeks.
This wasn't happening, not again, not here.
But something about the way he looked at her like he already knew she would break the rules.
She wasn't sure who had just walked into her classroom but she had a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to walk out of her life quietly.
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Blurb "Part your legs for me, princess" Alpha Damian humored huskily like he was intoxicated, I whimpered as he voice sents a jolts of emotions round my body. An emotion that I wasn't supposed to feel. Selene was 18 years old when she found out that Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crescent pack was her mate at her Awakening ceremony. Being a reject with no parents she lived with him for over one year as a slave and he never acknowledged her as his mate because he couldn't accept a reject as his mate. On her 20th birthday, her mate not only rejected her and chose her best friend; Imogen, as his new mate, but he also sold Selene to the most feared Alpha; Alpha Damian of the Crimson Moon pack whom everyone referred to as a beast. Not knowing why Alpha Damian chose to buy her, she can only resign herself to fate. What has the moon goddess installed for me again? Is this the freedom she solely crave for? Will she be tied down with the shackles of the unknown?
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.