Delilah I was always the star daughter, even if my temper at school made me a troublemaker, I had been looking after my sisters since I was ten. I lost the love of my life at fifteen. I thought nothing could get possibly get worse, that was until I met her. Abby Bove. My worst enemy, and my darkest temptation. She continues to test me. Making me lose control, with this game we play on who will bite first. I bite every time, in hopes she'll run in fear, but it only brings her closer. But I think deep down we both don't want this game to end, because then we have to admit something, something that we both are terrified of. But now I'm starting to doubt my own self - control. She was a temptation. And I was beginning to be tempted. Abby Delilah Marie Blackwood. The worst girl to ever exist. The devil incarnate, who walks with her head held high, and her nails perfectly sharp like her grey eyes. Even when I think my day was going great, it ruins the instant she looks in my direction. She was taller. Colder. Ruder. And the daughter of a Billionaire. And way out of my league. But so was I. She thinks I'll bow down to her like all the others do in fear. That I'll admit I'm scared of her. But I'm not. Her reserved and cold interior, were ones that always made me annoyed and yet so captivated by her. Because even when I'm not looking at her, I always feel her eyes trail over me. I might be making a mistake, playing this game with her. But I am far from done with it. She was heartless, and ruthless with those stormy grey eyes, and those soft yet cold lips. She was everything I should stay away from. Yet I found myself inching towards her. One time I looked at her with nothing but curiosity and attraction, now I look at her with curiosity and a deep burning hatred as she does me. I never wanted the easy life, and by the looks of it neither does she.

Adeline LaGrange. Thalia Maral. The two clash the moment they meet. Faith vs science, warmth and ice. But the more their worlds collide, the more something quiet and dangerous begins to bloom between them. As secrets inside the church unravel, Adeline is forced to question everything she was raised to believe. She must choose between the faith that shaped her and the woman who is slowly undoing her heart. Some desires don't feel like sin at all instead they feel like salvation.

When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.

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.

FIRST DRAFT: October 2024. ERRORS AMMENDED: May 2025 There world has many forbidden desires to offer, and to Catherine Kingsley, Blair Anderson is the most ineffable of thirsts. Found entangled in clandestine meetings and entrapped in the complexities of an illicit affair, the young woman must decide wether her older professor is worth the yearning and heartache, and for the latter, wether igniting this inextinguible connection is something worth risking her career for.

When Madison Stone stepped into the dimly lit club that summer, she never expected to lock eyes with Isabella Martinez, a beautiful, enigmatic woman who made her feel alive in ways she hadn't before. One unforgettable night of dancing, laughter, and stolen moments later, Madison walked away with a head full of dreams and a heart pounding with possibilities. But when the first day of her senior year rolls around, Madison's world is turned upside down. Her mysterious summer fling is standing at the front of the classroom, not as a stranger, but as Ms. Martinez, her new English teacher. What follows is a tumultuous journey of distance, denial, and undeniable desire. Both women know the risks of their connection, but their hearts refuse to obey the rules. As they navigate secret meetings and stolen glances, their relationship intensifies, ultimately spiraling into a heart-shattering breakup that leaves them both in pieces. Years later, fate intervenes, and Madison and Isabella find themselves face to face once more. Older, more weathered, and carrying the scars of their shared past, the two must confront the love they lost and the pain they've endured. Will they risk everything again for a chance at forever? "A Part of Me Died That Night" is a raw and passionate exploration of forbidden love, heartbreak, and the enduring power of connection. This poignant tale will captivate readers, keeping them on edge as they unravel the story of two souls destined to collide, break, and heal.

Sky Jenkins has the biggest crush on a guy from her school. She takes a leap of faith and asks popular girl, Vanessa Adams, to teach her a few seduction tricks. Surprisingly, she agrees and they start hanging out everyday after school. Teaching her how to kiss and flirt. What happens when there's a school trip to Italy and a kissing booth fundraiser? Will Sky realize it's not the boy that she should be after?

After a summer that changed everything, Lark and Sophie find themselves on opposite sides of a fragile friendship. Torn between loyalty to her boyfriend Liam and the undeniable spark with his sister, Sophie is drowning in secrets.

Addison Torres has been traumatized ever since she was ten years old. A past experience has lead her down a completely different path, which doesn't involve any physical contact from another person. She's been to therapy countless times, which none of them could help her. She takes medication for her disorders, which doesn't help the way she feels inside when she's left alone with her thoughts. Instead of having a normal life, Addison is stuck inside of her own head afraid to let anyone come near her in fear she'll relive her past all over again.

Josie: I found a guy, he seemed nice enough, we fooled around! It's not my fault that he didn't tell me he had a girlfriend! How would I have known it was the bitchy blonde, Tatum Levine's boyfriend?! I thought we'd never have to talk again after she understandably kicked me out, but of course the world hates me, because we are partnered together for a group project. Tatum: It's not her fault, not really, but she unintentionally is the proof I needed to confirm nobody stays. Not really. They might still be in my life but they're already gone. Even the boyfriend, my last test to see if people really stayed, failed. And now I have Josie, the most annoying, talkative girl in my class, following me around like a leech. The worst part? I'm beginning to like being around her, and now, I have to keep reminding myself that she is not an exception. She'll leave, too.