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12/13/2024

💜MY MOTHER’S EX🍆💦
(Forbidden professor)
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“Is this room 567?”
a cheerful voice startled her from behind.
“Oh my God! Are you my new roommate?”

Rylee turned to see a short girl with wild, curly auburn hair, glasses slipping down her nose, and a smile that was practically blinding.

“Uh… I guess so,” Rylee replied cautiously.

As they both entered the room

“Yesss! Finally!” The girl shoved a pile of books against her hip and extended her hand.

“I’m Carla. And you’re—let me guess—Rylee. Or, wait, am I supposed to call you something shorter, cooler? Like Ry? Or Lee? Oh, I know, Rylee it is. You totally look like a Rylee.”

“How did you know my name?”Rylee asked as they made their way into the room.

“I am psychic” Carla said In a low tone.

“Really?” Rylee’s eyes widened

“Sike! It’s on your back pack” Carla said bursting into laughter.

Rylee hesitated before shaking her hand, overwhelmed by Carla’s rapid-fire chatter.

“Nice to meet you,” Rylee said with a small smile.

“Okay, so first things first,” Carla said, bursting into the room.

“This side is mine. That side is yours. But if I snore, just throw a pillow at me. Not too hard, though—I bruise easily. And oh, if you’re into late-night snacks, I’ve got a stash of chips under my bed. Don’t touch the gummy bears, though; they’re sacred.”

Rylee blinked, watching as Carla zipped around the room, gesturing animatedly.

“Do you always talk this much?” Rylee asked, unable to hide the amusement creeping into her tone.

“Oh, honey, this is me on low battery. Wait till I’ve had caffeine,” Carla quipped with a grin.

Just as Rylee started unpacking, a knock came at the door. Carla flung it open without hesitation.

“Hello, new friends!” announced another girl, her dark hair styled into a sleek ponytail.
“I’m Sophia. Freshman. Future business tycoon. You’re welcome.”

Carla burst into laughter, and even Rylee couldn’t help but smirk at Sophia’s confident introduction.

“Future tycoon, huh?” Carla teased, folding her arms. “Well, I hope your empire includes free snacks because I’m starving.”

Sophia rolled her eyes playfully. “And you must be the roommate who never shuts up.”

“That’s me,” Carla said proudly.

“I heard from the dorm matrons” Sophia said.

“And this is Rylee—quiet, mysterious, and probably regretting meeting us already.” Carla said.

“I’m not mysterious,” Rylee mumbled, trying not to laugh.

The three of them clicked almost instantly, their banter bouncing off the walls as they strolled around the dorms.

Carla cracked jokes about everything, from the hideous carpet to the creepy dorm warden, while Sophia offered sharp, sarcastic remarks that had Rylee laughing harder than she’d expected.

As the evening rolled in, Carla leaned against the doorframe of their room. “So, party tonight?”

“I thought we were supposed to get settled,” Rylee said, raising an eyebrow.

“Settling is overrated,” Sophia interjected. “We’re freshmen. This is our time to shine.”

Rylee hesitated but eventually caved.

The house party was a world apart from anything Rylee had ever experienced.

Neon lights pulsed against the walls, the bass from the music vibrating through her chest.

The smell of cheap alcohol, sweat, and a faint hint of perfume filled the air. Students were crammed into every corner, dancing, shouting, and laughing like they had nothing to lose.

Rylee trailed behind Carla and Sophia as they weaved through the crowd, her nerves betraying her attempts to act cool.

“Look at this place!” Carla exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. “This is college, baby!”

Rylee couldn’t help but smile at Carla’s infectious energy. Sophia, on the other hand, had a smirk plastered on her face, already eyeing the guys around the room like a hawk sizing up prey.

“This place is a goldmine,” Sophia said slyly, nudging Rylee. “You should loosen up. Maybe even try flirting.”

“I don’t flirt,” Rylee muttered, adjusting her sweater nervously.

Carla rolled her eyes, grabbing a red solo cup and handing it to her. “Well, then fake it, honey. This is a once-in-a-lifetime vibe. Don’t be a wallflower!”

Sophia raised her own cup. “To bad decisions!”

“To bad decisions,” Carla echoed, clinking cups with her.

Rylee hesitated but took a small sip of the bitter liquid. It burned on the way down, making her cough. Carla and Sophia burst out laughing.

“Lightweight,” Carla teased.

“Shut up,” Rylee said, her face flushed.

On the dance floor, Carla wasted no time finding a group of guys to entertain her. She tossed her hair back, her wild energy drawing them in like moths to a flame.

“Don’t wait up for me!” she called over her shoulder, already lost in the crowd.

Sophia spotted a tall, athletic guy with dark curls and a mischievous grin. She winked at Rylee.

“Time for me to have some fun. Don’t get lost, okay?”

And just like that, Rylee was alone.

She stood awkwardly near the edge of the dance floor, unsure what to do. The party seemed to be swallowing her whole.

As she sipped her drink, a guy with shaggy blond hair and a cocky grin appeared beside her.

“Hey there,” he said, his voice smooth and confident. “You look like you could use some company.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Rylee said quickly, but the guy didn’t back off.

“You’re too pretty to be standing here all by yourself,” he said, stepping closer.

Rylee stiffened, her instincts screaming for her to walk away, but the guy was persistent. He leaned in, his breath reeking of beer.
“C’mon, don’t be shy. Let’s dance.”

“I’m good, really,” Rylee said, trying to edge away, but he grabbed her wrist.

“Relax,” he said, his grin turning predatory as he leaned closer. His hand slid toward her waist, and panic flared in Rylee’s chest.

“Let go of me!” she said, her voice sharp, but the guy only tightened his grip.

Suddenly, a hand clamped down on the guy’s shoulder, yanking him backward with surprising force.

“She said let go,” a deep voice growled.

Rylee turned to see another guy, taller and more athletic, standing protectively in front of her. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his piercing blue eyes glared at the blond guy with barely concealed fury.

“Mind your own business,” the blond guy sneered, but the newcomer didn’t budge.

“My business is making sure she’s not harassed by creeps like you,” he shot back.

The tension crackled between them, and for a moment, Rylee thought a fight might break out. But the blond guy scoffed and raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Whatever, man. She’s not worth the trouble,” he muttered before disappearing into the crowd.

Rylee let out a shaky breath, her heart racing. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No problem,” the guy said, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “Are you okay?”

“I think so,” Rylee said, brushing her hair out of her face.

“I’m Aaron, by the way,” he said, flashing her a small smile.

“Rylee,” she replied, still a little shaken.

Aaron tilted his head toward the quieter side of the room. “Do you want to sit down? You look like you could use a break.”

Rylee nodded, letting him guide her away from the chaos.

Meanwhile, Carla was in her element, laughing loudly as she danced with a dark-haired guy who couldn’t take his eyes off her. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?” he said, his tone playful.

“Only if you can’t keep up,” Carla quipped, twirling away from him and then pulling him back.

Sophia, on the other hand, was leaning against the bar, chatting with the athletic guy she’d spotted earlier. He leaned in closer, his hand brushing against hers as he whispered something that made her laugh.

“I like you,” Sophia said bluntly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I’m glad,” the guy replied. “Because I wasn’t planning on letting you get away.”

Sophia smirked, her confidence radiating. “Good. Then buy me another drink.”

Back on the couch, Aaron handed Rylee a bottle of water. “You should probably drink this,” he said.

“Thanks,” Rylee said, taking it gratefully.

They sat in silence for a moment, the noise of the party muffled in the background.

“I’m sorry that guy bothered you,” Aaron said, his tone sincere.

“It’s not your fault,” Rylee said. “I guess I wasn’t ready for all…this.”

“Parties like this can get overwhelming,” Aaron said. “But hey, now you’ve got me to keep the creeps away.”

Rylee smiled, feeling a warmth she hadn’t expected. “I appreciate that.”

Aaron leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re different, you know. Not like the others here.”

“Is that a line?” Rylee asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Aaron said, his smile soft. “Just an observation.”

For the first time that night, Rylee felt like she could breathe.

The next morning, Rylee stumbled into her first class with a pounding headache and a blurry recollection of the night before.

“Ugh, why are morning lectures even a thing?” Carla groaned beside her, burying her face in her hands.

“Because the universe hates us,” Sophia replied dryly.

The first two classes dragged on endlessly, the professors droning in monotones that made Rylee’s eyelids heavy. By the third class, she was ready to give up altogether.

But then the door opened, and in walked the next professor.

The room buzzed with whispers as he strode to the front, his presence commanding immediate attention.

He was tall, with piercing blue eyes and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass.

His dark hair was perfectly tousled, and his tailored suit hinted at a body that seemed more suited for a superhero than a university professor.

Her eyes widened and her eyebrow arched high as her lips have way for a slight smile.

“Good afternoon,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “I’m Professor Julian Drake. Welcome to History 305.”

Rylee’s breath hitched as her eyes locked onto him. She’d never seen anyone so…mesmerizing.

“Holy. Sh*t,” Carla whispered beside her. “Is he even real?”

Rylee couldn’t respond. Her heart raced, her palms clammy as she tried to focus on anything other than how perfect he looked.
He literally looks like a Greek god.

Julian began his lecture, his voice washing over the room like a melody. Rylee barely registered the words, her mind spinning with thoughts she couldn’t control.

“Oh he’s so fine” Rylee thought aloud as she felt her p***y juice drenched her panties.

She placed her fingers on her private area and touched the sticky sticky.

As class ended, Rylee lingered behind, unable to tear her gaze away from him. He glanced up, catching her staring, and for a brief moment, their eyes met.

“Something I can help you with?” he asked, his tone polite but distant.

Rylee’s cheeks burned. “N-no, sorry. Just…leaving.”

She hurried out of the room, her heart pounding, already dreading—and craving—the next class with him.

As Rylee walked across campus, lost in thought, someone tapped her shoulder. She turned around to see a familiar face—Theo.

“You’re here?” she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and disbelief.

Theo smirked, his bruises faint but visible.
“Told you I’d find my way back. Looks like we’re classmates now.”

Rylee’s stomach dropped…….

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MY TWINNIE💕
( We agree to disgree)

By authoress Jennifer Norbert

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Stefan led Rain through the bustling streets, the moon hanging high above, casting a silvery glow on their path. Laughter echoed in the air as they made their way to a nearby tattoo parlor, the neon lights flashing vibrantly outside.
“Welcome to my favorite place!” Stefan declared dramatically, swinging the door open.

The inside was a cacophony of sounds: buzzing machines, laughter, and snippets of conversations filled the air. They stepped in, taking in the sight of various patrons, each sporting unique tattoos, ranging from delicate floral designs to sprawling dragons.

“Look at that guy,” Stefan snickered, pointing at a burly man with a massive skull tattoo on his arm.
“He looks like he’s trying to scare off his own reflection!”

Rain giggled, her previous worries fading as they strolled through the parlor, playfully mocking the inked patrons.
“And that one!” she pointed, spotting a lady with a cat tattooed on her face.

“What’s the story there? Is she a crazy cat lady or just really committed?”

“Why not both?” Stefan laughed, shaking his head.
“She probably has a dozen cats at home, all with matching tattoos!”

As they continued to explore, Rain felt a sense of freedom wash over her. Stefan was infectious, his humor disarming.
They spent half an hour making light-hearted fun of each other’s imagined tattoos.

“I bet you’d get a butterfly,” he teased, nudging her playfully.

“Me? A butterfly? As if! I’d totally go for a dragon,” she shot back with a smirk.

Stefan raised an eyebrow. “A dragon? Really? What are you, five?”

“Hey, dragons are cool! And they breathe fire!” Rain defended, crossing her arms.

“I’d go with something more badass, like a wolf. But we’ll save that for your next life,” he winked, causing Rain to roll her eyes, laughing.

After leaving the tattoo parlor, Stefan had another surprise up his sleeve.

“Next stop: the best bar in town!” he declared, leading her to a small, unassuming place tucked away from the main streets.

Inside, the bar was warm and inviting, filled with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional off-key karaoke performance.
“This is definitely more my vibe!” Rain exclaimed, glancing around.

They settled at the bar, and Stefan ordered them both drinks.

“You’ll love this one,” he said, sliding a vibrant pink cocktail towards her.

“What is it?” Rain asked, eyeing the drink suspiciously.

“Just trust me. It’s called ‘Pink Paradise,’” he grinned, raising his own glass.
“To adventures!”

“To adventures!” she echoed, clinking her glass against his. They both took a sip, and Rain’s eyes widened at the burst of flavors. “Okay, that’s really good!”

“Right? I knew you’d like it!” he replied, clearly enjoying her reaction.

They spent the evening laughing, teasing, and letting loose. Stefan’s charm was infectious, and Rain found herself relaxing more than she had in ages. But as the night wore on, a twinge of unease crept in. Deep down, she felt a nagging worry that she should be heading home.

“I should probably get back…” she said hesitantly, looking around at the lively atmosphere.

“Nah, come on! I’ve got one more place to show you,” Stefan insisted, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the bar.

“Where are we going?” she asked, a mix of excitement and apprehension bubbling in her chest.

He smirked mischievously. “You’ll see!”

Rain didn’t question it at first, her mind clouded with alcohol and the lingering warmth of their earlier laughter. It wasn’t until they pulled up in front of his house that her stomach flipped.

“Why are we here?” she asked, her voice suddenly sharp, her guard going up.

Stefan smiled, that same confident grin that always got under her skin.
“Relax. We’re just hanging out. You don’t have to be so tense all the time.”

Rain’s instinct told her to run. This was a bad idea—being alone with him in his house, especially after what had happened before. She shook her head.
“No, I’m going home.”

Before she could turn around, Stefan grabbed her arm, not hard, but firmly enough to stop her in her tracks.
“Come on, Rain. You don’t have to run every time things get a little real.”

His words stung more than she wanted to admit, and the frustration that had been bubbling beneath the surface all evening erupted.
“Real? What do you even mean by real, Stefan? All you ever do is toy with people. You don’t know what real is.”

He didn’t respond—at least, not verbally. Instead, he stepped closer, his hand still holding her arm, and kissed her. Hard.

Rain’s mind screamed at her to push him away, to tell him off, but her body betrayed her. She kissed him back, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline and heat as his hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer.

Before she knew it, they were inside, and Stefan was carrying her upstairs, his lips never leaving hers.

Once in his room, the tension that had been building all day exploded into something raw and electric. Clothes were discarded quickly, and they tumbled onto his bed, their hands roaming over each other in a frenzy.

And almost immediately, Stefan pulled her panties down and flipped her over, sliding his dick inside her va**na.
As she let out a moan, he pulled her hair back thrusting his dick vigorously as pleasure enveloped his mind.

The s*x was intense—urgent, like neither of them could get close enough fast enough.

Rain’s mind was a blur of confusion and lust, her body reacting to Stefan in a way that made her both furious and exhilarated.

But as soon as it was over, reality crashed down on her like a wave. She lay there, staring at the ceiling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, feeling a deep sense of regret.

“I have to go,” she muttered, pushing herself off the bed and scrambling for her clothes.

Stefan, still catching his breath, watched her with a lazy smile. “You don’t have to leave so soon.”

Rain shot him a glare. “Yes, I do.”

She dressed quickly and bolted out of the house, her thoughts racing. What was wrong with her? Why did she keep letting this happen?

The next morning at school, Rain had barely slept, and her mood was foul. She was determined to end whatever twisted thing was happening between her and Stefan.

It was like a bad dream she couldn’t wake up from. The moment she saw him alone in the laboratory, her anger flared up again.

She stormed in, slamming the door behind her. Stefan looked up, surprised, but his smug grin returned the second he saw her.
“Well, well. Didn’t expect to see you here this early.”

“Cut the crap, Stefan,” Rain spat, crossing her arms.
“This—whatever this is between us—it’s over. I’m done.”

Stefan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Done? You said that before. Yet here we are. Again.”

Rain’s temper flared………tbc

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MY TWINNIE
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*****Prologue****

Rain Gates stood at the top of the stairwell, fists clenched, glaring down at her twin brother, Ron.

“Why do you always have to be so difficult?” she hissed.

Ron smirked, his usual calm irritating her more than ever. “Maybe because I’m always right?”

The storm outside cracked loudly, lightning flashing in the windows. Rain and Ron had always been opposites—fire and ice, chaos and order. They disagreed on everything, but no matter how fierce the arguments got, an unbreakable bond held them together.

Tonight, though, something felt different.

The lights flickered, and for a moment, Rain felt a strange chill. Something was coming—something neither of them could control. And it wasn’t just the storm.

They thought they knew each other. They thought they could survive anything.

But love was about to find them in the most unexpected way—and this time, it might tear them apart for good.

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