Obsession and Possession
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This is not a love story.
Derek has everything wealth, charm, and the heir to Canada's Largest estate and conglomerate. So when his annual "hunt" for the thrill of the chase led him to you, it was supposed to end with a bat to your head. Instead, you stabbed him. And that changed everything.
Consumed by fury, Derek didn’t kill you he brought you home. You are everything he didn’t know he wanted: resilient, strangely sweet, and willing to submit just enough to feed his illusion of control.
Mutt, you were never meant to be more than a punching bag proof that no one disrespects Derek and walks away unscathed. But the more he tries to punish you, the more you get under his skin with your calculated tail wag.
Mutt, remember that Derek forces you into the darkest corners of yourself, testing how far you’ll bend before you finally break and give in like a Dog. The line between captor and companion begins to blur. Neither of you trusts the other, but neither can look away.
This is a story about ownership, cruelty, and the quiet horror of being someone’s favorite thing. A slow-burn psychological powerplay exploring obsession, control, and the games we play when survival depends on surrender. -
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A forbidden attraction. A classroom charged with more than electricity. Nevermore is awake again.
Enid Sinclair came to Nevermore University for a new start—**freedom from her family’s suffocating expectations, a chance to finally live as more than just a well-behaved werewolf. She expected ancient stone towers, oddball roommates, and the lingering scent of magic in the air.What she didn’t expect was her:
Professor Wednesday Addams—brilliant, unreadable, and absolutely untouchable. A woman who commands a classroom like a cathedral and speaks in knives disguised as sentences.
From the first glance, something stirs. Not just inside Enid—but in the very bones of the university.
As the semester unfolds, lines blur between lecture notes and longing, propriety and primal need.
Because some instincts don’t fade. They awaken.