Is Torrance Library Open Late During Exam Seasons?

For three years, I was nothing but a replacement. After my hundredth blood donation to my three wives' true love, I vanished from their lives. They bombarded my phones with thousands of phone calls and ten times that number of text messages. 'I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, honey! I know I let our mom down. You can do anything to me, but please don't leave me!' 'Please, honey, I'm sorry. I'll do anything. I won't do it again, I swear! Just come back!' 'You can't leave me, honey! You're going to drive me mad! I can't live without you!' 'Please, just tell me where you are! Take my call, please!' … I changed my SIM card once I went back to Imperia and blocked all my wives' contacts. Peace and quiet came back to me. Three months later, I was told that my wives' companies went bust, and the love of their lives swindled them out of every single cent they had. And now they were scouring the land for me. That was a joke. They did not panic when they still had everything. They should never have done what they did. Too late for regrets.

Lena thought graduate school would be about focus, discipline, and finally proving to herself that she belonged in the world of academics. Books, research, and long nights in the library—that was the plan. Romance had no place in it. Especially not with the one man who should have been completely off-limits. Professor Jace Carrington is everything Lena was warned about. Brilliant. Confident. Dangerous in his quiet control. His lectures command attention, his presence silences a room, and when his eyes find hers across the crowded lecture hall, she feels both seen and undone. He is a man who draws lines with precision—and a man who knows exactly how to make someone want to cross them. What begins as a spark of curiosity turns into stolen glances, late-night office hours, and conversations that blur the line between mentorship and something far more intimate. Jace’s rules are simple: no one can know, and she always has a choice. But rules are easy to write and far harder to follow. The deeper Lena falls, the more she realizes this isn’t just attraction—it’s obsession, it’s surrender, and it’s freedom all at once. Secrets, however, have a way of surfacing, and on a campus where whispers spread like wildfire, forbidden love can burn everything in its path. Lessons After Dark is a steamy, character-driven romance filled with power, temptation, and the dangerous pull of a secret relationship. For readers who crave tension, intimacy, and the thrill of crossing every line you were told not to, this story will keep you turning pages long after the lights go out.

He failed me on purpose—Then he locked his penthouse door and told me exactly how to earn an A. ********** Aleena, a brilliant and rebellious student tries to seduce her young, stunningly handsome professor to get back at her cheating ex boyfriend, only to discover that Professor Lorcan sees right through her game and decides to play a darker one. He fails her paper on purpose, and she goes to his office demanding why. Then he gives her an option: Instead of reporting her to the university board for seducing a Proffesor, she would serve private detentions in his penthouse office under his absolute command. But what starts as dark game of power quickly unravels into a campus-wide war of obsession, jealousy amd forbidden love because everyone wants the untouchable playboy professor and Aleena is the only person he can't resist.

I have always had an almost pathological sense of paranoia. Ever since I was a child, I was convinced that the people around me were out to get me. Back in elementary school, when everyone was lining up for their student ID photos, I flatly refused to have mine taken. I insisted that the district office was going to use my picture for identity theft. The situation escalated so badly that the principal had to personally sit me down and spend half an hour trying to convince me otherwise. Then, there was the fingerprint registration system in middle school. The school required every student to submit their fingerprints to access the campus buildings. I was so terrified that someone would steal my biometric data that I literally rubbed the skin off all ten fingertips to make them unreadable. Even when my fingers were bleeding, I kept shouting that they were trying to steal my identity. I would rather climb over the school fence every day than cooperate. Every relative I had called me crazy. My parents were so fed up that they seriously considered having me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. I did not care. I guarded my privacy with obsessive determination, gritting my teeth and holding my ground all the way up to the eve of the final exams. Then came the day before the exam. That afternoon, our homeroom teacher, Tracy Collins, walked into the classroom carrying a metal lockbox. A warm, motherly smile spread across her face as she set it down on the desk. "Everyone," she said, "to make sure nobody forgets their documents tomorrow, I'd like you to hand over your IDs and exam admission slips for safekeeping tonight." She patted the lockbox reassuringly. "Tomorrow morning, I'll personally return them to each of you outside the testing center. This way, there's absolutely nothing that can go wrong." The class was deeply moved by her thoughtfulness. Some students even looked close to tears as they eagerly pulled out their documents and lined up to hand them over. Everyone except me. My hand clamped down over my pocket so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Cold sweat poured down my back. A sharp alarm bell was ringing in my head. Trying not to attract attention, I fished out a spare flip phone from my bag, ducked beneath my desk, and dialed emergency services. As soon as the call connected, I lowered my voice and spoke into the receiver. "Hello. I'd like to report a crime. My name is Charles. "I believe a teacher at St. Alden High is working with an identity-fraud ring and is planning a large-scale operation tonight involving examination fraud and identity theft."

When 19 year old Lola transfers to the elite Westbridge University, she expects academic rigor, late night cramming, and maybe a few college parties. What she doesn’t expect is to be sandwiched between two dangerously sexy roommates the brooding senior with a wicked tongue, and the golden boy football captain who’s got her name on his lips. What starts as innocent flirtation quickly spirals into stolen glances, dripping secrets, and wild nights no textbook could prepare her for. Between late night dares, forbidden threesomes, and feelings she swore she wouldn’t catch, Lola finds herself drowning in a world of lust, drama, and dangerously addictive passion. But secrets in Westbridge don’t stay secret forever. And when jealousy, obsession, and betrayal enter the chat, Lola must decide: is it just sex… or is it something more? In college, there are no rules. Just bodies. And consequences.

"Move back to your seat." I said, voice rough. "I don't want to.” She whined, placing both hands on my chest before shifting slightly on my lap. My breath caught, then she did it again. Blood rushed straight to my groin instantly. I gripped her thighs, trying to keep her still. "Stop moving," I gritted out. She blinked up at me with flushed cheeks."How…? she asked softly. Before I could answer, she moved again. My body tensed up. What the hell was I supposed to do with this girl? "I want to... hmm..." She shifted again. "I feel so hot down here. Please… touch me.” she begged in a soft whisper, face squeezed with pain and pleasure. I perceived the sweet scent of her arousal and I lost it. My hands gripped her hips as I pulled her forward, rubbing her pussy against my bulge. I stifled back a groan. “Fuck… again.” She breathed. *** Ariana's relationship ends when she catches her boyfriend cheating on her. Heartbroken, she goes to a club to forget, gets drunk, and ends up getting intimate with a stranger. The next morning, she walks into her first class expecting nothing more than a normal lecture—until she comes face to face with her new hot professor. Thiago De La Cruz. The same man she spent the night with. Ariana assumes her academic life is over, expecting punishment or failure. But Thiago doesn’t expose her. He keeps her close. What starts as a mistake turns a secret affair behind closed doors—one neither of them is willing to stop. Then Ariana discovers Thiago lives in the apartment right next to hers. And just when she thinks things can’t get more complicated, her ex returns, asking for another chance. Only this time, her ex is Thiago's brother.