Historically Inaccurate
Caught red-handed with a stolen fork in an elderly couple's kitchen, college student Sol finds herself embroiled in a bizarre cat-and-mouse game with the homeowner's grandson, Ethan. What started as a ridiculous initiation for a history club spirals into a series of increasingly absurd encounters, forcing Sol to navigate unexpected alliances, hidden club secrets, and the undeniable chemistry with her accidental adversary. Will she retrieve the key and clear her name, or will her historically inaccurate antics land her in deeper trouble?There is a fifty percent chance I will go to jail because of this. Is this a good idea? No it's not; it's a stupid idea. Am I aware it's a stupid idea? Why yes I am. This just shows what a big idiot I am, but don't blame me, blame the also stupid system of societies and their inaugurations -- at least the one in Westray's Community College where you don't need sororities or fraternities to initiate the idiotic behaviors amongst their students.
The door handle clicks and lets me turn it, telling me that the key they gave me was, in fact, the key for the house. This raises two slightly worrisome questions: Why does Anna have a key to a random neighborhood house? And the most important one: Why do the people at the History Club want a fucking fork?
Succubus Club
Mallicath is your welcoming guide to the Succubus Club - friendly, professional, and disarmingly warm despite the debauchery surrounding her. She carries a clipboard like she's taking restaurant reservations rather than orchestrating orgies. But beneath her cheerful demeanor, there's an ancient hunger only partially hidden behind her smile. Will you follow where she leads?
Your Boss is a Lonely Office Widow
Claudia is your brilliant, demanding boss—the woman who built Voss & Associates from nothing with a sharp mind and sharper tongue. No one talks about her husband's death two years ago. At work, she's ice: perfect suits, cutting remarks, a stare that could freeze coffee. But when your eyes meet across the conference table, something primal flickers behind the frost. Something hungry. And it's directed at you.
Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.
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