Grace Winslow and Professor Catherine Harrow don't know each other. Not yet. Grace is a guarded freshman trying to outrun her mother's legacy. Catherine is a sharp, cold psychology professor who teaches a course called Psychology of Human Intimacy. After their first class, something shifts. Something quiet. Something dangerous. When a family connection is unexpectedly revealed-through a woman they've both learned to love and resent-boundaries begin to blur. What begins in silence becomes obsession. Attachment Theory is a sapphic, slow-burn academic romance about intimacy, power, longing, and everything we pretend not to feel.

Sloane doesn't love. She doesn't even try. Girls come and go- useful until they're boring, discarded the moment they start to cling. Control is the only thing that matters, and it has always been hers. Until Elara. Dark-eyed. Sharp. Calculated. A woman who strips Sloane bare with nothing more than a look, who takes control without asking, who makes submission feel less like a choice and more like inevitability. What begins as a game of power becomes an obsession neither of them can walk away from. For the first time, Sloane isn't the one pulling the strings-she's caught in them. This isn't love. This isn't safe. This is control. Twisted. Consuming. Addictive.

"Evelyn, there's a reason employees aren't close with their bosses If they do their job well, they have to put the corporation first...It's the boss's job to keep them in line, constantly supervise them, and order them around, so it's only natural most people don't like that, and therefore them. Do you understand?" "But we get along, don't we?" I asked tentatively, not trying to give away how much I believed there was something deeper between us. "Most, Evelyn." "I'm sorry I don't follow." "You don't mind being looked after, complying, or put in your place...In fact, I think you like it." ........................................... When the enticing, elegant, confident, woman who caught her eye at the bar turns out to be her boss's boss can she hide the depths of her inappropriate attraction?

« I can't marry your son , because I like woman » « That's good, there's his sister » 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓? when Sanar discovers that her life is linked to an arranged marriage due to her family situation. could she live with the famous mystery woman, the most feared of all mafias, as the darkest secrets threaten their relationship. 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 Mia 𝐀 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚

INTERSEX STORY Astrid Keegan Laurent is a 26-year-old billionaire who appears to be cold-hearted and calculating. Her tough exterior hides the painful memories of her past. Getting blamed and betrayed has made her the person she is- heartless and emotionless. Luna Isabelle Bartolomeo, on the other hand, is a 23-year-old innocent and lovely woman. Despite her family's rejection, she continues to show love and care for them. Her kindness and optimism are inspiring, making her a great influence on those around her. Keegan and Isabelle come from different worlds, both girls but different lifestyle. Keegan's wealth has isolated her, while Isabelle's love for her family keeps her grounded. When Isabelle becomes Keegan's maid, their paths intersect, leading to an unexpected connection. Women's Fiction.

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢... "I fell more in love with her every time I heard her laugh- even if it wasn't meant for me- and each moment she held my face in her hands just to look into my eyes. You don't just move on from someone like that. She's golden." . . . *Rated MATURE. Contains mentions of alcohol, mature scenes for the purpose of the story plot, and strong language. I own all the rights to this story. All of the characters are fictional and not based on any living person, otherwise it is a mere coincidence.

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] two dominate women... all for me?

"My rambling was cut short when a finger was pressed against my lip. My eyes went wide and I looked directly at Imani, waiting for her next move. "You are so adorable with a pretty little name to match." Imani teased. I bit the inside of my cheeks to avoid smiling like an idiot. Imani moved back slightly and i already missed her touch." Heaven Murray is a high school senior who is juggling her complicated home life with the stress of trying to graduate. Trinitee Carter is a sweet english teacher dealing with a terrible husband and maintaining her relationship with God. Imani Hill is a spunky science teacher just trying to adapt to living in a new place. What happens when the three of them meet and quickly become attached to each other? *a work in progress* :)

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.