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

Eleanor has had a rough life but she seems to always Find the good in the world. Her family and friends mean the world to her and she would never do anything thing to hurt them but she can't deny her feelings for Venessa the "mystery women" that shows up in her life. Venessa is closed off and is very intimidated to others but once you get past the walls she is as sweet as can be. She just moved in across the street from her old friend house. But little does she know her old friend's daughter the girl That has been on her mind for weeks now. Will Eleanor be able to brake the walls and also not let her family see what is happening between them? And will Venessa allow her to see the really her, or will she push her away like she dose with every one else?? But Eleanor isn't just anyone is she ? Wlw,slow burn,forbidden,witty, romance ❤️‍🩹💐💋 #1 in learning #3 Jessicachastain #5 in ice queen #6 in hotties #10 in growth #19 in girlfriend

Donatella Monica Sinclair, 20, is no stranger to pressure-raised under it, shaped by it. The daughter of a famous neurosurgeon and a student at Whitemore, one of the country's top universities, she's expected to succeed. But Donatella isn't thriving. She's barely holding it together. Bratty, sarcastic, she wears her attitude like armor. Underneath, though, is a girl fractured by years of emotional neglect and impossible expectations. Conditioned to tie her worth to perfection and obedience, when she cracks... she falls hard. Doctor Vivian Leblanc, 36, is Whitemore's new neuroscience professor. Cruel, rough, ruthless-she demands perfection and wastes no time on excuses. She keeps strict boundaries with students. She knows the rules. But as Vivian sees more of Donatella-really sees her-the lines blur. The girl isn't what the rumors say. The more Vivian observes, the more she finds pieces of herself in Donatella's rage, fear, and silence. The stalker-a figure from the past with poisoned hatred and misconceptions, obsessed with Donatella's legacy more than the girl herself. Someone who never truly saw her. As reputations are threatened, boundaries crossed, and secrets revealed. What happens when a student burdened by deep abandonment wounds becomes the favorite of a woman who vowed never to care? In a world where reputations are currency and appearances mean everything, one wrong move can ruin a career-or a life. And some lines, once crossed, can never be uncrossed.

WLW | PRINCIPALXSTUDENT | AGEGAP "Any reason why you're walking around like a lost puppy" Some stories are whispered behind closed doors. Some loves are carved in silence, too dangerous to speak aloud-yet impossible to extinguish. Camila Emson is eighteen, bruised by grief, haunted by shadows she cannot escape. A fragile heart, wrapped in sharp edges. She survives the chaos of home by slipping into invisibility, until the day she collides with her: Principal Aurora Sulvio. Aurora is everything Camila isn't-powerful, untouchable, sculpted in ice and discipline. But behind the polished surface lies a quiet hunger, a darkness that mirrors Camila's own. Their worlds should never intertwine. And yet, in the stolen hours of punishment and silence, a dangerous spark flickers. What begins as authority and defiance twists into something neither of them can name-an intimacy sharpened by restraint, a closeness built in shadows where every glance, every unspoken word, feels like fire. This is not a love story. It is a slow undoing. A confession written between the lines of power and vulnerability, where the forbidden becomes inevitable, and two fractured souls discover that even the sharpest edges can bleed when they collide.

19 year old Ellie has just moved to New York, waiting to start her first year of college, when she meets her also newly moved in neighbor. Once she starts to have feelings for the older woman, Ellie discovers that she'll play an important role in her life not only as neighbor and potential love interest: she's one of her professors at college. Will this make it impossible for the two to get together or will it be just an easily faced obstacle?

Cordelia Ramsey is the kind of girl who's always in motion - weekend parties, hallway laughter, a little too much eyeliner, and a lot of charm. She's not perfect, but she's not trying to be. Grades? Decent. Friends? Plenty. Life? Complicated. Then comes Ms. Deborah Everett - cool, unreadable, and dressed like she walked out of a noir film. Her voice is soft but cutting, her looks linger a moment too long, and her comments always land like a dare. She shouldn't notice Cordelia. Cordelia shouldn't care. But the way Ms. Everett calls her Miss Ramsey, the way her eyes flicker with something Cordelia can't quite name - it sticks. It grows. It lingers. As late assignments turn into after-school conversations, and sarcasm turns into something quieter, deeper - Cordelia starts to wonder: What exactly is happening here? And more dangerously... what if she doesn't want it to stop? A slow-burn romance full of sharp tension, forbidden glances, and the space between wanting something - and knowing you shouldn't touch it.

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.

"Let go of me right now, or I swear I'll scream!" Sophia's voice quivered with escalating frustration and fear. "Go ahead, do whatever you like, Sophia. Just remember, we're married-I own you!" Alex replied coldly. Sophia's fear surged as she processed Alex's words. She struggled desperately to free herself, but Alex's grip was firm, and with her other hand pressed against the wall, Sophia found no way to escape. "That smart mouth of yours needs to learn its lesson-and not just the mouth, but the one who owns it too. So tell me, dear wife, have you ever been touched by a woman before?" Alex asked coldly, her eyes locked on Sophia as she struggled to break free. Sophia's eyes widened in disbelief at Alex's words. It was clear she had lost her mind. Her heart pounded heavily with fear, dreading what Alex might do next. "Alex, please, I beg you-don't do this. Let go of me, please!" Sophia pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. Alex merely laughed, clearly enjoying Sophia's visible fear. It was evident that her question had struck a nerve. "Alex, please, just let go of me." Sophia continued to beg, but Alex remained unmoved, seemingly deaf to her desperate please. "Let me tell you a secret, Sophia." Alex whispered, slowly bringing her face closer to Sophia's ear. She inhaled deeply, taking in the subtle scent from her neck, her lips barely grazing the sensitive skin. "Begging turns me on." Alex whispered in her ear, her breath warm and unsettling as she softly bit down on Sophia's earlobe. Alexandria Van Leeuw and Sophia de Jongh are bound by an old agreement between their grandfathers: Sophia must marry Alexandria, who is entangled with the mafia. Thrust into a world of fear and chaos, Sophia struggles with her lack of choice and the danger surrounding her new life. As the two navigate the treacherous waters of their forced union, will unexpected affection bridge the gap between them, igniting a love that could change everything?

" I think love, do you know what love is?" Cara asked making me shift uncomfortably in my seat and my relaxed posture turning rigid. I straightened up as I stared right into her eyes ready to answer her. " I don't love love, I love passion. Such passion that knows no bounds, such passion that is limitless. Do you know what the limit of love is? When it meets, it becomes an attraction, an attraction that turns into a bond, a bond that takes the color of love, love that stands on trust, and trust that is greater than worship, and passion that leads to death." I said Elara Zeigner is the CEO of fashion & the city company where she meets Cara Russell her assistant and develops unexpected feelings towards her. She finds herself unintentionally attracted to her and this makes her question herself. She doesn't do love! In fact she hates everything about it but unfortunately finds herself in a love situation. Does Cara even feel the same towards her? ||Mature content included||

When Haylen Sliverwood joins Rose Corp as an eager new intern, she's immediately warned about Verena Rose-the formidable CEO with a reputation as a cold and ruthless leader. Whispers in the office say Verena's heart is made of stone, but Haylen sees something different in her sharp gaze and carefully measured words. Unbeknownst to her employees, Verena's frosty demeanor hides a woman shaped by years of being told that strength means suppressing vulnerability. But when Haylen's bright curiosity and unshakable optimism begin to unravel Verena's carefully constructed walls, the unthinkable happens-Verena feels an overwhelming need to protect the young intern. As the fast-paced city pulses around them, a connection blossoms between two women from completely different worlds. Haylen finds herself drawn to Verena's quiet strength, while Verena realizes that power doesn't have to come at the expense of compassion. In a story of ambition, self-discovery, and forbidden love, they must decide if they're willing to risk everything for the sparks igniting between them.