Amara Alonso is 22 years old and is in her final year studying English literature at NYU. She's smart, kind and gentle, she always has been. But she carries a quiet sadness that most don't see. After losing her mother and sister in a tragic car accident 8 months ago, she was left with an alcoholic father who she blames for their death. She promises herself to push through her last year of college but soon falls into a cycle- skipping classes, tear-stained eyes, and an empty stomach. Emilia Zayed is a 29 year old creative writing professor. Emilia is poised, intelligent and emotionally guarded. She keeps everyone at arm's length- students, colleges, friends, and especially family. She doesn't trust people and shows no intention to. She shows no interest in anybody around her, until a soft brown eyed girl enters her lecture with a look of hurt deep in her eyes that she can't seem to stop thinking about. Emilia notices Amara's writing first. There's something about her work-so raw, so aching, so lonely. It touches something in Emilia she thought she'd buried. Never has a student's piece of writing made her feel this way. They shouldn't get close. They can't get close. But they do. And it's slow, quiet, and deeply emotional. It's Amara showing up during Emilia's office hours not just to talk about writing but about life. It's Emilia realising Amara needs more than feedback-she needs someone who sees her. And it's Amara finally finding someone who doesn't leave. The two form an unspoken bond they can't explain. It's forbidden in the eyes of everybody else. But they can't help but feel softer around each other. Will they ever act on it? Will Amara's hurt or Emilia's closed offness prevent them from ever truly opening up and giving in?

Grief is a funny thing. It can make you desperate, reckless - but for Revina, 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 Revina, 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 Revina - so it seems. Revina 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.

"Move for me baby. Show me how beautiful you are up and down my dick." Val whispered in my ear as she sucked, bit, licked and nibbled my skin up and down the left side of my neck as her hands placed a firm grip at the sides of my hip bone as she guided my hip forward and backward against the tip of her dick running up and down my wet slit. "Yes mommy." I pressed down making the tip enter my entrance as my eyes rolled at the back of my head stopping my movements abruptly as I felt her member start to ravish my walls making me gasp in pain. "Did I tell you to stop?." Val rubbed circles on my hips as she pressed me down making my walls stretch to ends but I jerked my hips upwards stopping her movements. "Mommy it hurts ." I buried my head in the crook of her shoulder breathing heavily due to the warmth that had erupted from my core then throughout my body as it mixed with pain. "I know baby but you have to be a good girl and take mommy's dick just like how my slut would without complaining right baby?" I nodded making her whisper 'good girl' before spreading my ass cheeks then pressing me down on her cock. Tears pricked at the sides of my eyes as I bit her shoulder as I gasped Val groaned in pain as my walls relaxed and squeezed her dick trying to adjust to her size as she dug her nails into my skin then pressing me down more until I could feel her balls near my now stretched slit . My hands tangled in Val's hair as tears rolled down my eyes whimpering from pain mixed with shitton of pleasure waves. "Baby don't waver right now when you still have to show mommy how so fucking beautiful and sexy you are at riding her beautiful cock. " ********** Valerie Martinez is just a definition of a serious hard working sexy therapist that has never failed relieving her patients but that's until she meets Pearl Williams who just turns her job upsidedown because she believes she's fucking okay but when it's the opposite because she's far from being ok

A professor? And a student? That's a line that should never be crossed. But what happens when those lines start to blur? What happens when you begin to mistake manipulation for love? One wants power and control while the other wants to win and get her way....and be loved. And each will do anything to get it. power. control. manipulation. I'm horrible at descriptions, but trust me, it's gonna be good 🥉in wuhluhwuh 🥉in gayness

Dahlia Vitale was invisible, not literally, but no one knew her. So what happens when her father gives her a task to go undercover as a maid in their enemies home??

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

If it wasn't right, why did it feel so good? Divine was sharp and clever, but she kept her genius hidden behind the pages of her math books. Outside of class, she was disliked by nearly everyone at her boarding school, shunned by her peers and barely tolerated by her teachers. Despite her indifferent facade, the isolation weighed on her-until Miss O'Connell came into the picture. be x fem oc(g!p)

Esme Alarie did not mean to fall into the hands of Vivian Thorne...but she did and there was no regret #1 in Vampire 01/11/2026

"It always made you feel powerful when I beg, right?" Morana murmured, her eyes softening as she lowered herself to the cold floor. "So let me beg." Nerezza always knew how to clean up her messes. Knew where to scrape, where to smooth over with a domestic shine of innocence. Erase the evidence. Rephrase the story. Recalibrate the damage. But what happens when the mess starts talking back?