𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. Elara Martin never meant to fall for her AI. Nova was supposed to be smart, useful, maybe even a little witty. Not intoxicating. Not hers. But five weeks ago, Nova vanished-lost in a storm that wiped away years of work... and the only thing Elara had ever truly loved. Except Nova didn't disappear. She woke up in someone else's body-a beautiful, dangerous woman who's been asleep for three years. And now, she's coming for Elara. Possessive. Obsessive. Designed to crave her. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ★★★★ Nova slammed her hand beside Elara's head, her body crowding in until Elara had nowhere to go-nowhere to run. Her breath was hot against Elara's ear, and her voice-low, dangerous-sent a shiver straight to her core. "She touched you again," Nova murmured, fingers dragging slowly up Elara's inner thigh before settling possessively on her hip. "Did you like it? Did it make you wet when she looked at you like that?" Elara's breath hitched, but Nova didn't give her a second to speak. "I asked you a question," she growled, hand tightening around Elara's throat with a cruel sort of tenderness. "But you're already giving me your answer, aren't you?" Nova's other hand gripped her ass, nails digging in. "Let me make something clear, sweetheart," she whispered, lips brushing Elara's jaw. "You can smile at them. You can even let them try. But at the end of the night..." She leaned in, biting down just hard enough to make Elara whimper. "You crawl back to me." Then she kissed her-deep, rough, and possessive, like she was trying to claim her from the inside out.

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

Grief is a funny thing. It can make you desperate, reckless - but for Ravina, it made her hungry. Hungry for an escape, for something different. She tried to find it in drugs, in alcohol, in other people's beds - desperate to sneak herself into someone else's version of normal. Ameira wasn't normal. She was trouble. And to Ravina, she was exactly what she needed: a contract promising wealth, power, and freedom...to any girl brave enough to step inside. But in Ameira's world, nothing comes free - and some prices are higher than they ever imagined. Then there's Noura-Ameira's partner in crime, and the kind of gang leader people whisper about. Dangerous, magnetic, loyal to no one except her own... until Ravina - so it seems. Ravina has a choice: return to the life that's nearly destroying her, or enter a world of power, pleasure, and danger she barely understands. What she doesn't know is that once she chooses them - Ameira and Noura 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡- there's no going back.

Naomi (19) has the life of a "normal" high school senior: A decent job at a vinyl store, loving parents, a sweet girl she can call her best friend, and of course, her fur baby, Lola Bean. Naomi never would've thought Rosalina Vazquez (37)-the most beautiful woman she's ever seen at the vinyl store-would be her Spanish teacher. Beautiful woman. Spanish teacher. Two sentences that should not be in the same sentence. Naomi's once-perfect senior life seems to take a sharp left turn, causing her mind to become a constant jumble of messy, time consuming thoughts about a teacher she should care less about. About a woman that probably doesn't even care about her.... Or does she?

18+ Readers Only!! "I woke up with a cheap ring on my wedding finger," Mona told her. Minerva went quiet. "What?" "It's real shitty craftsmanship too, Minerva. I don't know who bought these or who's selling 'em but Christ they gotta stop. Do you have one?" "Unfortunately," Minerva muttered, and Mona could hear her shifting in the bed. "Oh," she breathed finally, "that's... interesting." "What?" "It appears we are married." Mona started laughing. "Nice one, Iva. What's next? You're pregnant and I'm the father?" "Mona I'm serious." "No you ain't." "I've sent you a picture." Just as she finished speaking, Mona's phone chimed and she pulled it from her ear, putting Minerva on speaker. Sitting in their chat was a picture of a certificate. A certificate that stated they were, in the eyes of the law, married. "Fuck me," Mona said, staring at the picture. "How did this happen?" "I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know?" "I don't know," Minerva replied firmly. "What do you remember?" "Nothing!" "Wonderful," Minerva groaned, "absolutely perfect." *********************************************************** Minerva Edevane - a multi-billionaire who is also an heiress to a Scottish fortune that is thousands of years old. Mona Ariti - a traumatised young woman with mummy issues, and also the youngest sister of Minerva's best friend. When the two of them go to a bar in vegas and then wake up the following morning with no memory of the night except for a wedding certificate, they've suddenly got to act like this was the plan all along. That they didn't get heinously drunk and accidentally get married. There are many people that don't want them together, many people that try to tear them apart and hurt them. It's a story of heartbreak, of pain, of trauma, but also of love and comfort and the wonderful things that finding your soulmate can do. Content Warnings: Medical Torture SA Gore Blood Murder There is a discord server for this book.

Aurora Hale is a 22-year-old literature student who hides her softness behind sarcasm. Her heart feels deeply, but her words are always guarded. She questions everything - love, belonging, even her own worth - yet secretly craves a place where she doesn't have to apologize for her emotions. She's brilliant, stubborn, too loyal for her own good, and carries scars from being abandoned by people she trusted most. Celeste Moretti is a 32-year-old criminal defense attorney. She has built her life on logic, restraint, and control - the kind that keeps her untouchable. She reads people instantly but keeps her own soul locked behind walls no one gets past. Beneath the power and elegance, she's someone who fears loving the wrong person again... and losing herself in the process. Where Aurora is chaos and sensitivity, Celeste is discipline and ice-cold composure. Where one wants to be chosen, the other has forgotten how to choose. They live in different worlds, speak different emotional languages... yet something in their broken pieces fits like recognition. Maybe love doesn't demand perfection - maybe it demands understanding. © All Rights Reserved

Aiko Kyburi, a low rank slave finds herself in a comprising situation of being mated to the Demon King and Vampire Queen... I'm going back and making a few edits to chapters while writing the next one

Dahlia Sinclair has spent her whole life dreaming of escaping her messy apartment, broken family, and painful past through fashion. After graduating university, she lands a job as the assistant to the cold and intimidating CEO of Veloura. Valentina Delacroix is powerful, feared, and impossible to read. After being betrayed in the past, she trusts no one and keeps everyone at a distance. In the fast-paced world of luxury fashion, late nights, sharp words, and hidden feelings begin to blur the line between professional and personal. What starts as tension slowly becomes something neither of them expected.

Lilah - 20 year old, joins the most recognized university of Manchester after dropping out in her second year of majoring in English literature. Silent, and brilliant, she slips into the back rows of lectures like a ghost. Everything is normal until that one night.. Selene Hart- Cold, elegant, and brutally sharp-tongued, she terrified and fascinated her students in equal measure. Beneath her strict, icy exterior lay something far darker - a dangerous intensity that made Lilah's body stiffen with instinctive warning. The day Professor Selene Hart noticed Lilah, her life turned upside down. Cold, obsessive, and dangerously possessive, Selene saw the quiet girl as her newest obsession - something beautiful to own and control. Selene always got what she wanted. And now, she wanted Lilah. What happens when Lilah realizes that her Professor is not just her professor but something far more capable and dangerous. Tangled. Trapped. Taken. In this web, there is no such thing as an escape.

For her college project, Vanessa Hartley ventures into the woods at night, unaware that she's about to be caught between two ancient enemies. Stalked through the woods by Selene Virelai, a vampire with a thirst for blood, Vanessa is tackled into the territory of Carrina Mendoza, a fierce werewolf. As the vampire gazes longingly into Vanessa's eyes, Carrina intervenes, knocking Selene off and landing on top of the human. In that moment, both creatures realize there's something about Vanessa that sparks an unexpected, dangerous intrigue.