When power demands sacrifice, love becomes the most dangerous game of all. Daphne Moore has everything, money, status, control. So when her family demands she marry Ashleigh Blackthorne, heir to a her family's empire, she agrees. It's business, nothing more. Two powerful names bound together to build an empire. But months into their perfect marriage on paper, Daphne can't ignore what's missing. Her wife. Ashleigh is beautiful, elusive, and untouchably charming, except when she's around everyone but Daphne. Jealousy was never part of the deal. Neither was desire. When Daphne's envy turns to obsession, walls start to crumble. What began as a contract becomes a dangerous dance of power, passion, and vulnerability. And in a world where love is weakness, falling for your wife might be the one thing that destroys you both. RANKED 1st in business love: November 30th 2025 RANKED 4th in romance fiction: November 30th 2025 RANKED 49th in contract marriage: December 1st 2025 RANKED 30th in business: December 17th 2025 RANKED 3rd in womanxwoman: December 18th 2025 RANKED 30th in lgbt: December 22nd 2025 RANKED 1st in contractmarraige: December 22nd 2025 RANKED 26th in business: December 24th 2025 RANKED 58th in wlw: December 24th 2025 RANKED 6th in queeromance: December 24th 2025 RANKED 2nd in lgbtfiction: December 25th 2025 RANKED 1st in lgbtfiction: December 27th 2025 Start date: 5th November 2025 End date: 15th December 2025

My legs shifted wider without thinking, fabric of my dress riding just enough to reveal more than I intended. Bianca's gaze snapped down instantly, sharp and hungry. "Now open your legs for me." I let out a soft laugh, biting my lip. "They're already open, Bianca. What, you want me to show you everything?" ⊹ She entered the house under the guise of duty, tasked with the care of innocence. Yet beneath the veneer of obligation, desire simmered, subtle and relentless. In the delicate balance between control and surrender, she discovered that longing doesn't blur boundaries, it erases them.

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

At 42, Vivienne Hart is a literary legend-brilliant, ruthless with words, and impossible to get close to. It's been a decade since her last book, and she's made one thing clear: she has no interest in finishing it. Enter Emily Carter-28, sharp-tongued, and entirely unimpressed by Vivienne's reputation. She's been hired to do the impossible: get Vivienne to write again. Their partnership is a disaster from the start. Vivienne is cold, impossible, and infuriatingly controlled. Emily is reckless, relentless, and knows exactly how to get under her skin. What starts as creative clashes and late-night rewrites turns into something far more dangerous. A stolen glance. A lingering touch. A night that should never have happened. ___________________________ completed: 9th march'25

Selene is the new guidance counselor for the school she used to be a teacher for. On her way to work she stumbles upon a familiar face but can't quite remember who they are. When she meets them again it's as colleagues but it comes aware that the mystery person is an ex student of hers, Jordyn, who is now the gym coach. Jordyn has had a crush on Selene ever since she taught her back in school. Now older, and more confident, will she finally have her chance or will unlikely circumstances keep them from pursuing a life together once again.

It started as an infatuation of some sort. Then it became much more than just late nights with each other. There was disapproval for the relationship but that comes with everyone does it not? But this story could only be told right by us.

Laura is a up-and-coming writer who has found herself in the same writers block for a while. After her first successful book, her publisher is eager for her to do a sequel and fast. She finds a park not too far from where she lives and tries to concentrate. But one day as she is sat on the grass and thinking of ideas, a woman tries to run past her but trips. There starts Laura and Charlie's fight to the end.

Sometimes two souls that belong together are so afraid of the connection, that they drift apart. I hope you all enjoy this story and don't hate me for the rollercoaster that you're about to ride ☺️ 18++

"The Help doesn't have to set a single foot into my office. Do you understand?" Mr.Armani spoke to me, condescension heavy in his tone. '𝘛𝘩𝘦 "𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱" 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.' I think to myself, '𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.' ✂ ✁ ✃ My name is Maxine Walker. I was a bright eyed 22 year old woman, with nothing but a high school diploma and the desperate need for something new. I craved independency, and to be away from my parents. I had to find a way to make ends meet and somehow, I got the opportunity to become a housekeeper. A housekeeper for a rich man and his hot, hot wife... Mrs.Armani, Naya Armani, was a sight for sore eyes. But I was her employee. And I had a long-distance girlfriend. And she was married. Fuck, I can't believe she's married. ✂ ✁ ✃