𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀𝗺 (/ˈsɒlɪpsɪz(ə)m/ from Latin solus, meaning "alone", and ipse, meaning "self") is the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. As an epistemological position, solipsism holds that knowledge of anything outside one's own mind is unsure; the external world and other minds cannot be known and might not exist outside the mind. Cecilia Mae Bennett has always lived slightly outside the rhythm of other people's lives. Brilliant, restless, and chronically late, she moves through the world with a careless confidence that hides a mind constantly turning inward-toward loneliness, thoughts, and questions that refuse simple answers. At university, she finds herself in the lecture hall of Professor Eleanora Dalton. Dalton is everything Cecilia is not: composed, exacting, and impossible to read. A philosopher who believes thinking is a discipline, not a performance. Unlike Cecilia she's someone who takes morbid pleasure in complete solitude. She has little patience for interruptions-especially not from a student who arrives late and looks at her as though she were something to be studied. What begins as irritation gradually becomes something more difficult to name. The lines that once seemed clear-professional, ethical, necessary-begin to lose their certainty. Recognition rarely arrives politely. And once it does, it refuses to disappear. In the end, both are forced to confront a quieter truth: that some desires endure despite restraint, and that silence can unsettle even the most carefully controlled life.

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

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 ]

They call her MONSTER... but I want her anyway. *** Hizuki "Zuki" runs this city on blood and fear. Everyone knows it. Everyone fears her. Everyone except Irene, the one person she's not supposed to touch. A fragile truce forces them into marriage, and Zuki turns Irene's life into her personal, dangerous playground. She's possessive, intoxicating, and has made one thing perfectly clear: no one else gets to play with what's hers. Irene knows she should be terrified. But the predator in Zuki's dark eyes isn't just scary. It's a "fuck around and find out" level of irresistible. Who's claiming who: the bloodstained queen, or the pawn who's not playing by the rules?

Stephanie Walker is eighteen, moving across the country from Los Angeles to New York to begin her dream: law school at NYU. A new city, a new home, new friends, new everything. She's excited, but sleepless nights, old wounds, and quiet struggles follow her everywhere. She wants to live like any other college student, to blend in, to feel normal, but life hasn't been simple, and surviving on her own is harder than she expected. Every late night, every study session, every solitary drive home reminds her that life doesn't come with easy answers. Some nights, she leans on quiet habits she'd never tell anyone about, just to make it to morning. Elena Shay is thirty-two, NYU's Dean and a respected law professor. Her life is built on control, precision, and endless responsibility. At work, she's commanding, elegant, untouchable. Outside it, she's soft, warm, and human, but never careless. Elena doesn't date casually; she doesn't waste time or energy on anything that isn't worth it. She's deliberate, certain, and careful... Until Stephanie. Stephanie isn't just another student. She's sharp, captivating, and unafraid to be herself in a way that draws Elena in deeper than it should. Suddenly, the carefully maintained line between professional and personal life begins to blur. The rules, the expectations, the life Elena's worked so hard to control all scream that nothing between them can ever happen. And yet, the pull becomes impossible to ignore. As their worlds collide, Stephanie discovers a side of life she's never dared to touch: warmth, comfort, attention, and desire from someone who sees her fully, not as a girl with a "rough" childhood, but as a woman. Together, Elena and Stephanie fall into chaos, vulnerability, and longing they didn't know they were missing. Every glance, every touch, and every moment carries risk. Risk of exposure, of judgment, of everything crashing down, all shaped by the choices resting in their hands.

Raven didn't ask to be here. A strict boarding school, a cold-eyed teacher, and rules that seem made to be broken. Ms. Hartmann is everything Raven despises - sharp, poised, untouchable. But the more they clash, the more it feels like something's burning underneath. In a world of secrets and silences, one thing's for sure: When desire looks like danger, someone always gets hurt. ➤ GL Romance | Teacher x Student | Ice Queen x Rebel | Enemies to Lovers ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅ n/a : very slooow burn

Lilith Hawthorne is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She works hard to build her career and keep things running smoothly. At the same time, she loves deeply but carefully, making sure her feelings go to the right person. She has learned to protect her heart and waits for someone who matches the way she feels. Where Lilith is full of feelings and unpredictability, Valentina has her life sorted out. They come from different worlds and have different ways of living, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

Anna Krause is in her senior year and more than ready to leave high school behind and start a new, fresh life without homework. What she didn't expect, however, is that she might want to spend a little more time inside what she thought was a prison... once she meets her new calculus teacher. Lesbian Romance | TeacherxStudent | Age-gap | Humor Copyright © 2015 by ShayZayit

Olive Martin had always been a hurricane in a world too small for her. A girl with a million shattered pieces of herself scattered at every corner of her existence. You could see it in her eyes, cold pools that swallowed everything until a dark cold bitterness was all that existed. Nikole Darcelle was a woman who knew power, she had conquered every empire. Yet love? That was the only luxury she couldn't afford, not when the whole world bent to her will with every whispered command. Her insatiable need for control would lead her into a collision course with a small force more volatile than anything she'd ever encountered. Both were disasters in their own, but together? They would either destroy each-other or ignite something much darker than either anticipated.