"You can't ignore me forever you know!" She said slightly yelling over the people in the stands. I look over at her sweat beaming on her forehead, the look in her eyes says it all. She's Sorry, still sorry it's enough. "You'd be amazed what I can do, if I really want to." I muttered jogging away to my coach. Why does she always make me feel this way...

When their powerful families announce a high-stakes business merger, Lacey Davidson and Niko Gladstone are forced into a fake relationship to prove the two empires can "blend seamlessly". Lacey, bright and good-natured, wants to survive the charade without losing her mind. Niko, stoic and ruthless, makes that nearly impossible. However, as public appearances blur into private moments, sparks ignite between the two, making their "fake relationship" seem awfully real. But they're just faking it...right?

Ling's eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer to Wan. "Don't act innocent with me. I know you're flirting with that friend of yours," she spat out. Wan's heart sank. She had no idea that her friend had feelings for her, and she certainly wasn't trying to flirt with her. But Ling's words made it clear that she was furious and jealous. "I-I didn't mean to," Wan stammered, her mind racing. She had always seen her relationship with Ling as strong and loving, but now she wasn't so sure. Ling's anger and possessiveness scared her.. . . . . LGBTQ+ love yet bdsm relationship between two girl in Muslim country

A recently divorced woman stumbles across a girl she inevitably sluts tf out.... Or something like that. ... P.s Did some major editing to this story, so yeah. Oh and the art ain't mine, like it though ;)

Celeste closed the space between us, hand pressing against the tender spot she'd marked last night. I gasped. "That's mine," she whispered, fingers teasing possessively. "Every inch of your body... belongs to me." Her lips trailed my jaw, voice rough. "I want you trembling again. Want you to remember my name-every time someone even tries to look at you" Then her voice dropped, velvety and dark like smoke curling around my skin. "If I can't have you, no one can." ------------------------------------------------------- At twenty-six, Riley thought she knew what to expect from corporate life-long hours, endless revisions, and a boss who'd probably forget her name. She didn't expect Celeste Leclair. Sharp, stunning, and almost mythically untouchable, Celeste runs Leclair & Vale like a perfectly calibrated machine. She doesn't make small talk. She doesn't make mistakes. And she definitely doesn't do feelings. To Celeste, Riley is just another junior analyst. Until the day she isn't.

Out the window, I see her - Hayden Musk, striding across the quad like she owns it. Her rugby bag slung over her shoulder, hair tied up in a way that looks messy but perfect. She laughs at something her friend says, tipping her head back so the sun hits her cheekbones. For a second, my heartbeat trips over itself. Hayden's the kind of person who makes you wish you were brave. I've only ever spoken to her once - last year in the library, when she asked if the seat next to me was free. I remember how she smiled, how she smelled like grass and shampoo. I remember I couldn't speak properly for hours afterwards. Lucy follows my gaze, raises an eyebrow. "You know her?" I drop my eyes fast. "No. Not really." "Right." Lucy flips her hair over her shoulder. "She's trouble anyway." I almost laugh. I don't think Hayden Musk could be trouble for me if she tried. I'm invisible. And maybe that's safer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part of me is always searching - the next game, the next girl, the next spark that might stick. Then I see her. Felicity Marianne - all soft edges and hidden eyes, hugging her books like they're the only thing keeping her upright. She's too pretty for this place. She looks like a secret you'd promise to keep forever. Alex elbows me mid-sentence. "Hey, Musk - you listening?" I grin, unapologetic. "Sorry. Distracted." "By who?" She follows my gaze, laughs under her breath. "Marianne? She's a ghost, mate." "Maybe I like ghosts," I say. It's a joke but it isn't. I've been surrounded by loud, bright people my whole life. Maybe I want quiet for once. Something soft. Something real. Alex makes a face. "She's way out of your league." I raise an eyebrow. "Think so?" She laughs. "I know so. Come on, Captain. First period. Let's go pretend we care."

Azalia Gray can feel her insides being eaten alive. She's made the mistake of falling hard and fast for someone she's destined to not have. It feels wrong to crush on somebody not only twice her age, but also the mother of the toddler she nanny's. But don't fret Azalia, you're not the only one struggling with irrepressible feelings. **This story is mature, containing lots of smut and dark aspects. Read at your own discretion**

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆. " ♡ To Isabella Woods, life was heading in the same expected direction: straight A's, perfection, a normal social life, and stability. The last thing she could have ever expected was a professor who would tear her down and treat her differently from all of the rest. Professor Kloss had no intention of inflating her infuriating student's large ego as everyone had room for improvement. She was content with her life no matter how lonely it felt. She was cold and dismissive the two of them were up for a challenge. Who would break first? Who would overcome and outwit the other? But what would happen when they realized the frustration would grow to something else? Could Isabella melt her? Can Val and Isabella overcome their hate and see each other differently? What happens when Isabella catches feelings for her Professor? Can they overcome the obstacles that stand in their way? *THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I AM NOT ENCOURAGING FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIPS. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT*

After the events of season three, things seem to be going all right. Until it's not. Things are turned upside down, and Nancy and Robin are in for a long ride. Despite trauma, and all sorts of problems, will these two girls realise what love really is? TW of sexual assualt and self-harm.

Evelyn Martinez is organised, efficient and thrives on structure, but when she starts working as Valentina Rossi's personal assistant, she quickly realises she is over in her head. Valentina is brilliant, demanding and unapologetically confident, with an intensity that makes everyone in the office both respect and fear her. As Evelyn navigates high-pressure deadlines, late nights at the office and Valentina's sharp critiques, a tension she can't ignore begins to build between them. Their professional boundaries blur, leading to secret glances, whispered conversations and a dangerous attraction that neither can deny. But with power dynamics, workplace gossip and personal insecurities in play, their relationship is far from simple or safe. Trigger Warnings: This book will contain workplace hierarchy/power imbalance, strong sexual tension and brief mentions of anxiety and stress. This book will also be a slow burn romance, which unfolds gradually as Valentina and Evelyn navigates the tension and attraction simmering beneath their professional relationship. With every glance, touch and conversation builds the chemistry between them, allowing their connection to grow naturally and irresistibly over time, making the eventual sparks all the more intense and satisfying. Highest Rankings: #3 in bossxassistant