Florence is nineteen and already cracking under the weight of her father's expectations. Her OCD lives in the details no one can fully understand - counting ceiling holes, touching doorframes twice, rewriting notes until they feel "right." And the guilt is always there. God is watching. Her father is watching. Every thought, every slip - a sin, a failure, a punishment waiting to happen. She prays not because she wants to - but because she's terrified not to. Irmina is twenty-five. CEO of a powerful law firm. Sharp. Ruthless. Calculated. She keeps everything running perfectly and tolerates nothing out of place. Wealthy, supported, unshakable - the type of woman you either obey or get out of her way. When she cares, she will burn the world down to protect it. Florence thinks she's not enough. Irmina knows she's more than enough. The imbalance is real. And everything in between is uncertain.

Dr. Alex Vario is the youngest Chief of Emergency Medicine for a reason. She is cold, calculated, and entirely flawless. She doesn't make mistakes. And she certainly doesn't break her own rules. Until Maddison Reeves walks into her department. Maddison is everything Alex should despise. She's a reckless, emotional resident who threatens the clinical perfection of her ED. But behind closed doors, the line between authority and obsession begins to blur. A single mistake triggers a high-stakes psychological game where Alex wants nothing more than to see Maddison break. But in a game driven by power trips, toxic tension, and late-night secrets in empty labs, Alex is about to learn that the only thing more dangerous than losing control... is craving it. Strictly physical. Entirely forbidden. One phone call could end it all.

"I think you're smart enough to understand how this works, Avery. Actions have consequences. Good or bad-it depends on how you behave." *** Nineteen-year-old Avery Dean has no intention of building a career. Born into wealth, with a trust fund cushioning her every whim, her internship at one of the country's top renewable energy firms is just another box to tick. But everything shifts when she meets Bianca Grant. The CEO exudes power from every detail: her words, her rules, and her silence. What starts as rebellion spirals into fixation. Avery tests limits. Bianca enforces them. And beneath their clipped conversations and veiled looks, something darker brews-something intimate, toxic, and addictively intense. As boundaries blur and submission becomes seduction, Avery finds herself tangled in a game she never agreed to play. Because in Bianca's world, nothing is ever casual, and attention always comes with a price. In a game of dominance and submission, who's really in control?

Completed! 💯 GXG agegap slowburn #smut! It starts with a widow in her late forties, set in her ways, worn down by loss and bitterness. She doesn't want anyone in her house, but she can't quite afford to be alone anymore either. When a young woman shows up at her door, persistent and desperate for a place to stay, she lets her in against her better judgment. At first, it's all rules and distance: quiet, no visitors, no trouble. But the longer the girl is upstairs, the harder it is to keep things separate. The silence of the house shifts. What began as irritation turns into something more complicated, something the widow doesn't want to name.

Dark Wanda Maximoff X F Reader- 18+ --- "Y/n?" Wanda lowly whispers, her gaze flickering down to your lips once more, not hiding it this time as you swallow nervously. "Yes, Wanda?" your voice trailing off as you're enticed by her eyes, almost put under a spell by her mesmerising stare. "I have something I want to ask you, but you have to promise never to tell anyone," her body turns in her car seat, her hand moving to brush along your arm, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. "I promise," the tone of your voice is almost desperate, eager to know what she wants to ask you. "Do you swear on your life?" She lets her fingers trail up your arm, moving to your drag along the side of your neck and your jaw before resting on your chin, holding your face to look at her. "I swear on my life," you whisper, unable to look away from her. "Would you be interested in having an affair?"

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

Ava Westwood never wanted a stepmother. Especially not one like Lucien Sinclair. At just eighteen, Ava's world is already complicated, college pressure, a strained relationship with her father, and now the arrival of Lucien, a cold, intimidating CEO with perfect posture and a mysterious past shatters what little stability she had left. Lucien is sharp, distant, and beautiful in a way that feels dangerous. Ava's always hated how calm she is. How perfect. How untouchable. But hatred is a strange thing. It lingers. Twists. Deepens. And somewhere between the silence, the glances, and the tension that builds every day in that house, something begins to shift. A forbidden slow-burn romance between an 18-year-old girl and the one woman she was never supposed to want.

Carina is a 29-year-old mafia boss, feared for her cold heart and sharp tongue. She runs her world with strict rules and zero tolerance for mistakes. But under all that power and ruthlessness hides a fiercely loyal woman-if you're lucky enough to get past her walls. Julie, 19, is just starting college after years of traveling and homeschooling. She's bright, kind, and full of hope, even if she's a little behind everyone else. Her positivity lights up every room-even rooms that should stay dark. When Julie and Carina's paths cross under the worst circumstances, their worlds crash together. Carina's tough, guarded nature clashes with Julie's warmth and stubborn spark. But as they're pulled deeper into each other's lives, tension turns into something neither of them expected. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ #5 - Lesbian #2 - Mafia #4 - gxg #2 - Gayaf #9 - Slowburn #2 - Lesbian Romance #1 - wlwbook #2 - Dark Romance #1 - Lesbian Book First part of the book needs some editing..

FANTASY/ LESBIAN FICTION Chaos spreads among the supernatural world and amid the violence, hatred, and sabotage was a young girl whose only interest was the revenant queen and shielding the world from her indisputable rage.