[ON HIATUS] St. Agustin Academy school for rebellious teenage girls. It was a dormitory far away from the city and everyone. Everyone fear the academy because of its structures. High walls standing around the academy almost cover the entire school. The school was run by Nuns. One of them was Ms. Mallory, the head of them. She was forty years old in the current year. Every year she picked the most rebellious teen transferee from the other school and make it her personal assistant. Some of the rumors going around the academy that she was using was black magic to discipline the picked student. It was middle of the school year, just when Annicka Moran transfer in the prestigious academy. She was blondie, green eyed, petite, and tattooed just what Ms. Mallory crave for.

Being an actress they need to follow the script but what will happend when the adlibs was added in real life? what will happen when the script gets out of the character? Will it ruin the storyline or it will start a new beginning for a new story?

Drew is just trying to survive life let alone high school. Her two best friend are her entire world and she loves to dance. There's a new English teacher in town and Drew's path is not as straight forward as she thought it would be to graduation. *smut and other mature content!* Excerpt: "You look beautiful today" I paused "uh..... not that you don't look beautiful everyday. Uh... I." Why was I nervous! I, Drew Line, never get nervous around girls. She started laughing at me. "Drew chill." She smiled. "What can I do for you?" She asked standing from her desk. I checked out her body. God I wanted to touch her. I need too. Suddenly my confidence came back. I walked slowly towards her. "I just wondered if you'd like to give me extra lessons." I said about 3 steps away still getting closer. "Drew your grades are great. Why do you need....." My lips closed around hers so quickly she was stunned. She kissed me back for a moment then broke the kiss. I stepped back and she looked at me with a questioning look again. Date started : Oct 28 2022 Completed: Jan 23 2023 Disclaimer : poorly written hopefully I'll rewrite this one day.

I never thought id be posting this but it is what it is. Enjoy its simply fluff and too much smut,sometimes it gets rough🥱🚶🏽‍♀️ Expect a book off of any of these characters mentioned here *wink* Ranks: #2 in lesbian AUG.19.25 #12 in Sapphic FEB.18.23

When Dylan moves in to her new apartment she is met with a well known face from her past... Twelve years have gone by since freshman year of high school and never once did Dylan Parker forget the taunting look of the one and only Miss Taylor. Almost every day of third block Algebra II class their heads clashed, until finally Miss Taylor was fed up with the disrespectful fourteen-year old child. After a sick prank, Dylan was expelled and never again did they see each other... until...

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

After being left on the doorsteps of an orphanage at age four, Thalia Davis spends most of her life there. The few foster homes she had, never lasted more than a few months at best. Now an adult and trying to leave the past behind, Thalia's world is turned around by someone she would usually never think twice about. Mackenzie Jace is a kind and giving soul. Still reeling from a heartbreak that feels too fresh, she moves to a new town after being transfered to its fire department. She spends her time fighting fires or taking out her frustrations at the gym. In comes a woman who can either heal or destroy what's left of her. Cover By @HerNikolai