Amara Alonso is 22 years old and is in her final year studying English literature at NYU. She's smart, kind and gentle, she always has been. But she carries a quiet sadness that most don't see. After losing her mother and sister in a tragic car accident 8 months ago, she was left with an alcoholic father who she blames for their death. She promises herself to push through her last year of college but soon falls into a cycle- skipping classes, tear-stained eyes, and an empty stomach. Emilia Zayed is a 29 year old creative writing professor. Emilia is poised, intelligent and emotionally guarded. She keeps everyone at arm's length- students, colleges, friends, and especially family. She doesn't trust people and shows no intention to. She shows no interest in anybody around her, until a soft brown eyed girl enters her lecture with a look of hurt deep in her eyes that she can't seem to stop thinking about. Emilia notices Amara's writing first. There's something about her work-so raw, so aching, so lonely. It touches something in Emilia she thought she'd buried. Never has a student's piece of writing made her feel this way. They shouldn't get close. They can't get close. But they do. And it's slow, quiet, and deeply emotional. It's Amara showing up during Emilia's office hours not just to talk about writing but about life. It's Emilia realising Amara needs more than feedback-she needs someone who sees her. And it's Amara finally finding someone who doesn't leave. The two form an unspoken bond they can't explain. It's forbidden in the eyes of everybody else. But they can't help but feel softer around each other. Will they ever act on it? Will Amara's hurt or Emilia's closed offness prevent them from ever truly opening up and giving in?

"Kiss me," I whispered, the need dripping off of my soft voice a tangible weight in the air. Renata leaned closer, sending a jolt through my flushed body. But just before our lips could meet, she paused, her gaze holding mine captive, "You first," a challenge laced in her lowered voice. I drew in a deep breath when her hand pressed firmly against my back, curving my body closer to hers. "Me?" I echoed in surprised. A knowing smirk played on her lips, "If you want me to kiss you," she began, her voice a drawn-out whisper-tightening her grip around me and easily molding me to her body, "Then do it yourself." ♛ In a world of royal alliances and high-tech mergers, soon-to-be Queen Azura finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of sex scandals and murder when she forms an alliance with the headstrong Renata Rivera, the CEO of a powerful cyber security firm. As accusations fly and dark secrets emerge, Azura must navigate the endless waters of betrayal and deceit, unaware of what truths could lurk in the shadows. And with tensions rising and alliances shifting, Azura must quickly decide who to trust. But she quickly learns to never trust anyone, especially in a world built purely to destroy anyone who dares to enter it.

"I don't fuck girls who can't listen," she carefully whispered, pulling back to gauge my narrowed reaction before she continued, "Maybe be a good girl next time." And just like that she went to pull away. Well, that was before I wrapped my toned legs around her torso and roughly pulled her back into me. Again, I hate being told no. ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ After getting involved with Noa Vitali, a mafia boss to whom her older brother was an underboss to, Lunden Spade finds herself striking up an explicit deal, peaking both of their interests. Will Lunden find her limits being pushed entirely too far for her liking? And more importantly... Will she like it?

As the second semester unfolds, the professor and a student share a journey of self-discovery which will lead them down a path of profound transformation, forever altering the course of their lives. Note: The storyline presented is a fictional narrative and should be treated as such. It explores themes of self-discovery, sexuality, and love between two consenting adults. #33 in love #13 in lesbian fiction

Grace's dream had always been to become a famous actress. She dreamt of doing what she loved the most as a job, the film sets, the award shows, everything about it. So when she unexpectedly lands a role in a high-budget movie, she knows her life is about to change forever. But maybe, not in the way she thinks. Her encounter with Isabella, a worldwide famous actress with a reputation for having a cold attitude, will impact her more than she thinks.

Avery always thought that she had her next five years planned out. Finish college, get a degree in psychology, start working, get back into dating world, travel here and there to learn more about different cultures, hopefully settle down and grow old while doing what she loved. However, she never thought she'd find herself making out with a beautiful, mysterious and captivating stranger who claimed she needed help in loosing unwanted company. Avery never thought she would be playing a cat and mouse game with Mila, a cold hearted killer.

If you've heard of Disney on Ice, get ready for Lesbians on Ice! In a picturesque college town, figure skater Mallory Kent is picking herself back up after Nationals, where she passed out on the ice during a competition. When she visits her best friend in Wood Springs, she hooks up with the cute, local hockey girl named Lucy. Lucy is absolutely smitten with Mallory, and when she wakes up from their perfect night together, she sees the empty bed. Heartbroken, she continues playing hockey, but she can't get her mystery girl out of her head. After a few weeks go by and Mallory transfers to Wood Springs to be closer to her friends, and is forced to practice with Lucy. With two star players in their respective sports both struggling, practicing together seems like the perfect solution. As Mallory sorts through her own emotional turmoil, Lucy can't help but patiently wait-even at the risk of breaking her own heart.

Hate, lust, and two very large egos create nothing but issues, especially for these two women who are forced to work together. With their two completely different backgrounds, they're both so obviously a liability to each other... Yet somehow that only draws them closer together.

Bridgette "Brie" Campbell is 25 years old, has long brunette hair that reaches the back of her shoulders. Her eyes are dark brown and has fair skin. She's born in Canada, her mom is a Filipina and her dad is Canadian. Her mom died before she graduated college while her dad is part of the Canadian Armed Forces. She also has an older brother who is a professional hockey player. Ever since her mother died, she had to be indpendent since both her dad and brother barely lives in their house. She decided to get a degree on business management to put up her own café. She's in total control of everything, until two bad girls showed up and ruined her peaceful life. Levi McKenzie is a freelance model. She spends most of her free time at Brie's café with different girls each day. She's arrogant and a certified player, Brie hates her because of that. Tori Sinclair is a tattoo artist. She goes to Brie's café every morning to start her day. She's rude and a total asshole. They met in the most terrible way possible and since then, Brie promised she'd never like her. What will happen if these two bad girls started to develop feelings towards her? Will she be able to take control of them too? Or they will bring down the almighty Bridgette?

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.