THE DARE: hit on my highschool teacher
Few weeks until graduation everything should go smoothly. That's what Cephan Miller thought until he was dared to sleep with his highschool teacher, Miss Abby Sean, the beautiful but reserved teacher who was always on her own.
He did have sex with her, but from then onwards, he wanted to keep doing it.
He knew it was dangerous, but kept on with it.
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Chapter 7
How could someone's basement be that loud?
That was what Cephan Miller thought as he placed the already lit cigar between his lips. He watched as everyone partied - bodies swayed, screams came from different directions and of course the moaning and groaning coming from all parts of the basement.
Apparently the party should've stayed in the basement, but with the sound coming from all directions, Cephan could swear it had moved upstairs.
"I thought you don't smoke," someone said, making him look up.
"Paige," he murmured, sucking in air from the smoke that sat between his index and middle finger.
Paige wasn't the typical high school girl who either stuck with the cool kids or the nerds. She was a loner through and through and how Cephan had encountered her was well... They once had a group project together before.
"I won't say it's a regular thing, just a lot on my mind," he said, throwing the cigar in the ashtray that sat on the table before him.
"How come you're here?" She asked and he had asked himself that same question.
He thought if coming here was even a good idea, for all he knew, Dav could easily spread whatever evidence he had against he and Abby in this party, but he hadn't.
Cephan shrugged.
"Dav invited me, but I know it's not for something good, anyways," he answered, cracking his knuckles.
Strangely, the sight of the girls dancing irked him and all he wanted to do was go home and wrap himself up in a warm blanket.
"I should go grab a drink, Paige - something to make me high, I guess. The smoke didn't work," he muttered and stood to leave. She nodded at him staring fixedly until he disappeared up the stairs.
Cephan moved to the kitchen and grabbed whatever alcohol he saw. As he strode down the stairs, someone waved and immediately he knew that meant trouble.
"Yo, Miller. Let's play a game, you wanna join?" Dav asked, wearing a sinister grin.
Cephan scoffed knowing what Miller meant was that he should join if he didn't want him to ruin his life.
"Sure." He walked to where Dav, his guys and some girls sat.
Once his eyes made contact with the bottle on the floor, he knew what game they were playing at.
This was the same game that made him fuck Miss Abby in her office at school.
"What the fuck does he want now," he grunted plopping down on the floor, his drink in his hand.
The game started softly with everyone knowing the rules, this time it was two dares and a truth and no one complained about it.
They couldn't.
A certain Mira was dared to give Chuck a blowjob till he came.
Cephan watched her as she stuck Chuck's dick into her mouth, swallowing it whole. She moved her mouth up and down, using her tongue to play with it.
Chuck gasped, pulling her by the hair and controlling her head movement.
"When was the last time you did this?" Someone teased as the girl sucked him even harder. Chuck groaned, making her go faster.
"Yooo it's coming!" Mason said, wetting his lips. Everyone cooed.
Chuck groaned inwardly pushing her head down and back up with force until it spilled - that creamy fluid scattered all over her face and mouth.
Mira swallowed it hard, staring at Chuck with a drunk expression.
"What do you think about this Miller?" A voice spoke up, making Cephan shoot his head up.
"Typical teenage parties," he replied Dav dryly, sagging his shoulders.
"Then you'll love it if one of the girls gave you one," he kept on.
Cephan glared at him, his face twisted in sheer disgust for him.
"I'll pass, I'm not in the mood to jerk off or something."
The game continued and Cephan almost lost hope that it wouldn't reach him, not that it mattered.
"Truth or dare, Mama's boy," Christian said, interrupting his thoughts.
"Dare."
He gulped down the content in the bottle, the coldness washing down his throat.
"Make Paige over there-" he pointed to where Paige sat scrolling through her phone.
"Kiss you for three whole minutes."
The group howled knowing how weird the girl was.
Cephan glanced over at where Paige sat wondering when she got there. He stood and walked over to her while the group watched with interest.
He stopped behind her and bent over to whisper in her ear.
"Kiss me. Those guys want me to," he said bluntly.
Paige's eyes widened for what looked like a minute, her mouth shaped like an O.
"I promise to be really good at it," he said, bringing out a more undecipherable reaction from her.
"I'll rather let Dav fuck me." She scoffed looking back at her phone.
"He's gay," he pointed out and she chuckled.
Paige turned her head so that their eyes met. She never knew much about this guy that stood before her, but the way he was so blunt and straight to the point about what he wanted made her heart skip a little.
It felt strange liking something that was so inappropriate.
"Make it quick," she whispered.
"Three minutes."
"What..."
Cephan didn't let her finish, he smashed his lips on hers sliding his tongue into her mouth. The feeling of guilt tugged at him and his chest tightened - it felt as though he was cheating on someone.
On his property.
Just then his timer beeped and he let her go, wiping the spit from his lips.
Paige breathed heavily holding her chest to steady herself.
"You're a good kisser," she muttered.
"Thanks."
Cephan walked back to the group as they cheered, but he didn't like what he felt.
He needed to leave there before he did something worse than just kissing.
"Miller, Truth or dare?" Dav asked, smiling wickedly.
Was it already his turn? He thought rubbing his temple.
"Truth," he answered subconsciously.
Why the fuck did his head hurt so bad.
"Did you fuck Miss Abby Sean?"
Cephan stoned as soon as the question left that bastard's mouth.
He opened his mouth to speak but no words left them. The room was suddenly quiet, everyone waiting for an answer to their rumour.
He could lie in that game and no one would know. He reminded himself that he was doing this for Miss Abby.
"No, she's not even my type-" he stood, dusting invisible dust from his trousers.
"And you know what? I'm done with this game. I'm leaving!" He scolded walking out without another word.
Who did David Brown think he was meddling with his personal life?
He stood outside and groaned as the headache increased.
Just then, four guys stepped out surrounding him.
"What do you want? If that's the surprise you wanted to show me, then you failed," Cephan scowled, digging his hands into his pocket.
Suddenly, Dav bursted out into a sinister laugh. He held his stomach as he cackled menacingly, questions ran through Cephan's mind.
Was there something else or had he just gone completely out of it.
Dav glared at him, his piercing gaze sent some disturbing waves towards Cephan.
"The real surprise is here..."
Christian raised his phone and clicked on a video.
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7.0
Sophia Hayes has perfected the art of control. In the high-pressure world of The Metropolitan, she's the youngest senior journalist ever hired-an achievement built on ruthless discipline, flawless execution, and a reputation that makes even seasoned reporters double-check their facts before speaking to her. She is sharp. Unshakeable. Precise to the bone. Her life runs on deadlines, color-coded calendars, and emotional walls tall enough to withstand anything.
Dean Mercer is everything she isn't-and everything she doesn't have time for. A wildly successful illustrator whose comic series Love Is a Mess has a cult following online, Dean lives in a world where structure is optional and inspiration is everything. His apartment is chaos. His sleep schedule is chaos. His heart is chaos. He creates brilliance in messy strokes but hides his deepest truths behind humor, charm, and a smile that masks more wounds than he lets on.
So when the magazine pairs them for a high-stakes project-a revolutionary feature blending investigative journalism with illustrated storytelling-everyone expects disaster. Sophia expects worse.
Their assignment: explore modern love through real stories across the city. Raw, unfiltered, unpredictable love.
Exactly the kind of assignment that makes Sophia want to run.
Dean arrives late to their first meeting with coffee stains and excuses. Sophia arrives with a binder thick enough to double as a weapon. Dean studies her timeline like it's written in a foreign language. Sophia studies Dean like he's a problem she needs to solve before he derails everything she's built.
Their partnership begins in sparks-sharp, heated, dangerous sparks.
Arguments disguised as discussions.
Discussions disguised as power struggles.
Power struggles disguised as creative differences.
But tension has a habit of twisting into something else when the nights grow long.
As they dive into the city-interviewing strangers whose love stories survived decades, storms, heartbreaks, second chances-something shifts between them. Slowly. Quietly. Against both of their wills.
Sophia begins to see past Dean's easy humor to the man underneath-the one who fears failing the people he cares about, who draws comics because it's the only way he knows how to tell the truth. And Dean sees the cracks in Sophia's armor-the vulnerability she protects like a secret, the softness she doesn't show, the fire in her that the world misunderstands as coldness.
Their conversations deepen. Their arguments soften. Their laughter blends.
And the chemistry-the kind they both pretend not to notice-tightens around them like an invisible thread.
But the closer they get, the heavier the air becomes. Because both of them are hiding something.
Sophia hides her fear of losing control.
Dean hides his fear of being the reason someone gets hurt.
And the feature they're creating-meant to uncover the truth about modern love-begins exposing truths they never meant to reveal. About each other. About themselves.
Their late-night work sessions grow intimate, electric. Their stories blur with the stories they're collecting. Dean sketches Sophia without meaning to-capturing expressions she never lets the world see. Sophia writes notes about him she can't bring herself to delete. Something real starts forming in the space between them, fragile but undeniable.
Until the past they both buried finds them.
A mistake from Dean's life-one he thought he'd left behind-reaches the editorial floor at the worst possible time. A detail with enough weight to derail the feature, shatter their progress, and wound the one person who finally saw him clearly.
Sophia's instinct is survival. Run before she gets hurt. Seal her heart before it cracks open. Dean's instinct is retreat. Protect her from the version of himself he fears is still true.
Deadlines tighten. Trust fractures.
Their work stalls, their communication splinters, and the connection they've been dancing around threatens to snap under the strain.
But desire doesn't listen to logic.
And hearts don't obey deadlines.
Even as they pull away, they keep orbiting each other-drawn back together by an ache neither can extinguish. Their arguments deepen into something rawer, heavier. Their silence holds more meaning than their words.
They must choose:
fight for the story that could define their careers...
or fight for the connection that could rewrite their futures.
And when an unexpected message, a truth revealed too late, and one irreversible decision collide, they're forced to confront the question their feature was meant to answer:
What does love look like today-
and can two people living at opposite rhythms find it before it slips through their fingers?
On the edge of losing their partnership...
their second chance...
and each other...
8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
9.0
I was a top patent lawyer until my husband and his lover framed me, destroyed my career, and sent me to prison. For seven years after, I was presumed dead, living as a ghost in a warehouse.
Then, they found me. My ex-husband, Edgar, and our son, Kody, showed up, shocked to see me alive.
They lured me to Kody' s 18th birthday party, but it was a lie. The party was a surprise engagement celebration for Edgar and Celena, the very woman who ruined my life.
In front of everyone, Edgar told me to "let go."
My own son even begged me.
"Mom, please," he cried. "Just say you're sorry."
Sorry? For what? For surviving the car crash they orchestrated to kill me?
I looked at the boy I once loved more than life itself. In the sudden silence of the ballroom, I smiled and asked, "Kody, do you remember the night Celena asked you to slash my tires?"
7.8
My parents spent eighteen years grooming me for one singular purpose: to be the mate of Jax Little, the future Alpha.
We grew up together, promising a hundred times that we would rule the Silver Moon Pack side by side.
But on the night of the Recognition Ritual, because my inner wolf was silent and I hadn't shifted yet, everything shattered.
Jax stood before the entire pack, looked at Catalina—a stranger in red silk—and then looked at me with cold, steel-gray eyes.
"I, Jax Little, reject you, Eliana Carter."
He didn't just break our bond; he let his new Luna destroy me.
When Catalina shoved me into a pool, he saved her instead of me.
When she framed me for an attack, causing me to fall onto deadly silver that seared my flesh like acid, he stepped over my convulsing body to comfort her fake tears.
He left me dying on the floor to soothe the woman who had tried to kill me.
I realized then that the boy who promised to protect me was dead. He prioritized ambition over love, treating me like a broken defect to be discarded.
I survived the silver, but I killed the girl who loved him.
I packed my bags and ran to New York City, believing I was wolfless and alone.
I didn't know that I wasn't a defect—I was a rare White Wolf waiting to wake up.
And I certainly didn't expect the most powerful Alpha on the East Coast to be waiting in the shadows, ready to burn the world down for me.
9.7
She came to kill him.
He made her his queen.
Valeria Romano spent five years with one purpose ... destroy Lorenzo De Luca, the mafia king who murdered her father. She trained in silence, sacrificed everything, and finally had him in her crosshairs on a cold Sicilian night.
Then he showed her the truth.
Her father's killer was never Lorenzo.
It was the man who held her at the funeral. The man she called every week for five years. The man who handed her the wrong name and watched her walk toward the wrong target while he rebuilt his empire on her father's grave.
Her uncle Marco.
Now Valeria is bound to the enemy she came to destroy ... in a contract marriage she didn't choose, inside a world she doesn't yet understand, hunting a man who has been ten steps ahead of everyone for twenty years.
But Marco has never faced a woman who has nothing left to lose.
As the truth unravels and the bodies pile up and the line between hatred and something far more dangerous begins to blur ... Valeria must decide who she is willing to become to protect the people she loves.
Because in Lorenzo De Luca's world, power is everything.
And she is about to become the most powerful thing in it.
Some wars are fought with guns. The deadliest ones are fought from the inside.
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?"