Vivienne Winters-Crawford has always had everything. The penthouse childhood, the private schools, the kind of money that fixes problems before they even start. But now, fresh out of college with an art degree in one hand and independence in the other, she wants to experience being on her own. So she moves out. No staff, no safety net, just a cramped two-bedroom apartment and a roommate she's never expected. Aveline Parker is a ghost of a girl who prefers silence to survival. Grey eyes, jet black hair, and a presence that slips through rooms without a sound. No one knows what she's been through, except Estelle, the woman who gave her a job, a room, and a reason to stay. Aveline doesn't talk much. She doesn't trust. She just survives. When Vivienne answers an ad for a roommate, she never expects the other room to belong to a girl who barely speaks. But there's something magnetic about Aveline. Something quiet and aching. And despite the silence, despite the walls, things start to unravel. One moment at a time. One scar at a time. This isn't a love story born out of ease. It's a love story built in the healing. In the light that comes after the dark.

"The desire to isolate myself was no longer as strong, because if I were to be alone, I would no longer be able to feel Anastasia's touch." ____________________________________________ Lilli has been fighting a losing battle for far too long. She has been consumed by emotions and thoughts she can't escape; she's been a prisoner to her mind for longer than she can remember. She can't find a reason to stay, but just as she is about to jump, a stranger saves her. This stranger, Anastasia, convinces Lilli to hold on a little longer, and to fight a little bit harder. But there is only so much someone can do to help another see the beauty in living again, so can Anastasia help Lilli save herself, before death steals her away? ____________________________________________ PLEASE CHECK TW'S

My boss is cruel, demanding, and determined to make my life miserable. Every shift leaves me wondering why I haven't quit yet. But when circumstances force us to spend more time together, I catch glimpses of the woman behind the sharp tongue and impossible standards. The closer we get, the harder it becomes to ignore the chemistry between us. Falling for my boss was the last thing I wanted-but now, she might be the only thing I can't walk away from. ❤️🏳️🌈

In a world where magic and mortals collide, the unyielding Ms. Hardbroom's carefully constructed life is shattered by the introduction of a new student. Enter Holly Draven, a young woman repeating her final year, whose very presence ignites a dangerous spark. This is a story of guaranteed angst and nail-biting, told from a first-person perspective that's sure to make you blush. This tale is for those who dare to delve into a forbidden romance and witness Ms. Hardbroom become a mistress of more than just potions. (Uses Worst Witch and Harry Potter magical worlds and descriptors) TW: Mental Health, Panic Attacks, descriptions of abuse.

"And you kept smiling at him." "I was being polite," I whispered weakly. "Mm." The sound she made sent another shiver through me. My pulse spiked immediately. She lowered herself close to the side of my face, her breath fanning my ear. She whispered darkly, "well, baby girl." She nipped my ear then. "Tonight..." Her hand came up to my throat. Not hurting Not choking. But firm enough to steal my breath away. Then she pulled back a little to look at my lips. Her gaze rose to my eyes then. Eyes dark. Pupils blown wide. "I'm not going to be." ... Jules has always lived carefully-balancing expectations, responsibilities, and the quiet weight of a world that doesn't always leave room for uncertainty. But everything begins to shift when she meets Jeanna, a confident and composed businesswoman who disrupts the rhythm of Jules' guarded life in the most unexpected way. What starts as a connection neither of them fully understands slowly deepens into something impossible to ignore. Jeanna is patient, steady, and unwavering in a way Jules has never experienced before-offering her not just affection, but space to grow, to question, and to choose for herself. Set against the backdrop of a conservative environment, this story explores identity, courage, and the complexity of choosing love when it feels like everything else is at stake. At its core, it's about two women finding their way to each other-not perfectly, but honestly.

Two women. One kid. A life they built together before either of them had the nerve to call it love. When Sirin is left pregnant and abandoned the night before her wedding, her best friend Nara does the one thing no one asked her to do. She gives up a once-in-a-lifetime scholarship abroad and stays. No explanation. No confession. Just presence, the only way she knows how to love. For eight years, they build a life together. Warm meals. Shared routines. A daughter who sees far more than she should. It isn't the life either of them planned. But it's the one that feels most like home. Then something shifts. As Sirin begins to explore a part of herself she never had space to examine, years of silence start pushing toward the surface. Both of them are afraid. Both of them are running out of room. Some feelings don't disappear just because you never name them. They just wait. GL romance · Slow burn · Found family · Two timelines

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"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

*read and find out* Sequel to "The Violinist" This book has been deleted at 1.2 million reads, I hope we can get it back to that. Thank you!