teacherxstudent - wlw age gap - 16 years. Having just stepped into a new school, Elly resolved to dedicate herself wholly to her studies. She had transferred to flee a harrowing past she could not forget, a memory etched deep into both body and soul. Though countless trials assailed her, her mother's steadfast support became her anchor.

Princess Yasmin caught my chin- and claimed my mouth. The taste of stolen sweetness dissolved into heat as she kissed me-slow, consuming, deliberate. Not hunger. Control. My breath faltered. Her fingers slid to my throat, light but owning, while her other hand caged me against the wall. I didn't move. Couldn't. She took her time-every press of her lips deeper, sharper, undoing me piece by piece. A broken sound slipped out before I could stop it. She pulled back just enough, her breath hot against mine, eyes dark with something dangerous. "You think you're clever," she murmured. Her lips brushed mine again-soft, taunting. "You're not." Then she stepped away, composed, untouchable. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." ❃❀✿❁✾✤ Princess Yasmin of Solmira-calm, powerful, and known for her striking beauty-is not someone people get close to. She's kind, but distant. In control. Untouchable. Until she saves the wrong person. Althena was supposed to be just another life spared-a stranger pulled from death and given a place within the palace. Instead, she becomes a disruption Yasmin can't ignore. Bold where she should be silent, fearless where she should bow, Althena challenges her... and flirts like she has nothing to lose. And for some reason... Yasmin lets her. What starts as tension turns into something deeper, something neither of them planned. But Althena isn't just a survivor. She has another identity. A darker purpose. And her presence in Solmira is anything but an accident. Now, with secrets growing and feelings getting harder to ignore, one thing becomes clear- Because when darkness finally meets the light... one of them might not make it out the same. #wlw #enemiestolovers #slowburn

• Fortuitous; happening by accident or chance rather than design. • Saylor gets a job offer in her hometown, which she gladly accepts. She misses her hometown, her family, and especially her best friend, Hadley... but what will happen when Hadley's sister, Emerson, also moves back to town? • The two may discover they have more in common than they ever thought possible as well as be forced to process some underlying feelings they thought they buried.

Y/N never meant to fall for Nikki. It starts with late-night drives, stolen glances, and conversations that linger a little longer than they should. A lost crystal necklace becomes an excuse to stay close, and suddenly every touch feels significant, every smile impossible to forget. Surrounded by their chaotic friend group-Ian's endless teasing, Sarah's watchful observations, and Bear's own complicated feelings-Y/N and Nikki find themselves caught in the space between friendship and something more. Neither of them is ready to say what they're feeling, yet neither can seem to stay away. As emotions grow stronger and misunderstandings threaten to pull them apart, Y/N and Nikki must decide whether risking their friendship is worth the possibility of something deeper. [Sometimes the strongest feelings are hidden beneath the things we never dare to say out loud]

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

All knew about the Silver Lady. The beloved ex fae queen who was rejected and casted away along with her daughters by her second chance mate after being together for a mere two centuries for not being able to bear him a male heir. While the fae were enraged by this, Astrid simply accepted the rejection and her crown taken from her before she went to the human realm where she has lived for the past seven years with her girls. Getting by, by running a shop. Selling herbs and potions. Her life at the edge of the city of iron was quiet. Even peaceful. Something Astrid never thought was possible for someone like her. But her peaceful life gets shaken when the gods decide gave her another mate. An annoying blond wolf pup centuries younger than herself. A pup who won't leave Astrid alone no matter how much the woman pushes the girl away.

Victoria, cold and heartless when it comes to the way she runs her mafia. She's precise, full of secrets and doesn't let anything get past her. Some even say she has no heart. And that's the truth. Or it might as well have been the truth up until she meets Arabella. A soft dainty girl who has the biggest heart. But she harbours her own secrets. They have a calculated encounter that could shift everything they know. Through the trials and tribulations they face, through the lies and secrets can they open up to each other, learn to love through it all? [THERE ARE ERRORS in this book! So many errors & they will get fixed soon enough. I just write for fun & none of it is professional. Please beware of these before you read further!]

Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most visible success story: a fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation polished to perfection. However, beneath the structure, Soleil is volatile. Petty. Bratty. Childish. Defiant in ways that don't belong in the world she dominates, and far less interested in discipline than she is in breaking it. When her father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to tolerate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply rooted in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through sanctuaries and society with quiet certainty, guided by devotion, restraint, and something far more rigid than faith. Willow does not bend, and when she cannot control something, she destroys it. They do not want to understand each other. But in a city that thrives on performance, the line between temptation and control becomes dangerously easy to cross.

teacher x student | wlw | age gap Emily had to take a year off from school because of her mental health, and now she's 18 and ready to start fresh. She's always been a straight-A student and plans to keep it that way by focusing on her studies this year. But then she meets the new English teacher, who she realizes she's seen before, although this time she seems different, more strict. Will Emily be able to stay focused, or will she find herself falling for the charms of her strict teacher? • Slow burn • Teacher x student • Age gap (24 years) ~Highest rankings~ #1 in lgbt #1 in womensfiction #1 in teacherstudent #1 in englishteacher #1 wlwteacherxstudent #2 in teacherspet #2 in women #2 in girlxwoman #2 in lesbian #3 in gxg #4 in wlw