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HP: Too Late, System! I’m Already the DADA Professor

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"The Professor Who Brought Eastern Flair to Hogwarts" "Dumbledore? Didn't he already graduate? Why is he back at school again?" "Oh, Severus, don't be so tense. He's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!" "Bloody hell, if I catch him eating hotpot out of a cauldron in the castle one more time, I'm challenging him to a duel." ······ "You are the worst class I've ever taught!" "But Professor, isn't this your first time teaching?" ······ "Miss Granger, as class monitor, you'll lead morning study sessions by the Black Lake every day." "Mr. Potter, as sports captain, after morning studies, you'll lead everyone in a lap around the Black Lake!" ······ "O.W.L. Exams: 100 Days Countdown" "Burn the boats—let's ace every single O.W.L.!" Meet Douglas Holmes, a Hufflepuff with an Eastern soul. Three years after graduation, he returns to Hogwarts as a professor, bringing a completely different kind of magic to the ancient castle. With his unconventional teaching methods—from hotpot dinners to military-style morning routines—this young professor is about to turn Hogwarts education upside down. Will his Eastern approach to magic education clash with traditional wizarding ways? Can he survive Snape's disapproval and Dumbledore's curious glances? And most importantly, can he actually help his students achieve those perfect O.W.L. scores? A hilarious and heartwarming tale of cultural fusion, unconventional teaching, and the magic that happens when East meets West at the world's most famous school of witchcraft and wizardry. Tags: Comedy, Slice of Life, Teacher-Student Dynamics, Cultural Fusion, Hogwarts AU
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I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

[MATURE CONTENT] Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. He was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. ***Updates come, but they're slow!***
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