𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫. Liana Russo is used to being adored - feared, wanted, worshipped. Heiress to one of the most dangerous crime families in the city, she's always had power. Control. Men at her feet. Until Reyna Rivera shows up. Ex-military. Cold as steel. Her new bodyguard. She doesn't flirt. Doesn't react. Doesn't care that Liana's used to getting her way. And Liana? She doesn't like women. She doesn't. ...Right? But Reyna watches her like she's a problem to solve. Protects her like she's already hers. Touches her without ever laying a hand. And if Liana isn't careful- She might stop wanting to be feared. She might start wanting to be ruined. ༺✧༻ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓ 𝟒𝟎 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 Credit to the incredibly talented @lunarloverz for making the cover 🫶

When Zora, Naya's long-term best friend and crush, starts showing an interest in her twin brother, Avi, she's forced to face her biggest fear. She will never be enough for someone to choose her first and no matter how much she tries, her brother will always have everything she doesn't. Friendship, loyalty, and love are put to the test as Naya has to either move on or be tormented by her insecurities. However, the process of getting over someone seems to be near impossible when one is reminded of them every day. It's even more impossible when it appears that Zora's feelings for Naya may not be as platonic as she once thought.

Princess Yasmin caught my chin- and claimed my mouth. The taste of stolen sweetness dissolved into heat as she kissed me-slow, consuming, deliberate. Not hunger. Control. My breath faltered. Her fingers slid to my throat, light but owning, while her other hand caged me against the wall. I didn't move. Couldn't. She took her time-every press of her lips deeper, sharper, undoing me piece by piece. A broken sound slipped out before I could stop it. She pulled back just enough, her breath hot against mine, eyes dark with something dangerous. "You think you're clever," she murmured. Her lips brushed mine again-soft, taunting. "You're not." Then she stepped away, composed, untouchable. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." ❃❀✿❁✾✤ Princess Yasmin of Solmira-calm, powerful, and known for her striking beauty-is not someone people get close to. She's kind, but distant. In control. Untouchable. Until she saves the wrong person. Althena was supposed to be just another life spared-a stranger pulled from death and given a place within the palace. Instead, she becomes a disruption Yasmin can't ignore. Bold where she should be silent, fearless where she should bow, Althena challenges her... and flirts like she has nothing to lose. And for some reason... Yasmin lets her. What starts as tension turns into something deeper, something neither of them planned. But Althena isn't just a survivor. She has another identity. A darker purpose. And her presence in Solmira is anything but an accident. Now, with secrets growing and feelings getting harder to ignore, one thing becomes clear- Because when darkness finally meets the light... one of them might not make it out the same. #wlw #enemiestolovers #slowburn

Fake love on screen. Real tension off it. Luna Grey has rules: no co-stars, no mess, no vulnerability. Sam O'Connell is the industry's newest wildcard. They're supposed to play lovers in the biggest queer film of the year. But the glances linger too long. The almost-kisses feel too real. And Hollywood is always watching. It's only acting... until it isn't.

Sometimes the person you've been waiting on... is the one you've been waiting for. "Maybe being seen isn't about who's looking, it's about who never looks away." Jamie Lawrence never planned to spend her twenties waiting tables for Hollywood's elite-especially not serving her biggest crush, Oscar-winning actress Catherine Lane. But one chaotic night, a paparazzi incident turns a polite routine into a secret connection neither of them saw coming. Now Catherine keeps finding excuses to visit the restaurant alone, and Jamie can't tell if she's imagining the sparks... or if the woman she's been waiting on might just be the one she's been waiting for.

Duchess Azolaria "Zola" Thalassa Varnai has everything-status, privilege, power. And none of it feels like hers. At twenty-one, she's in line for Lysvenia's throne, but all she dreams about is freedom. Until freedom arrives in the form of Commander Reya Stravik: the King's most stoic, disciplined soldier assigned to be her personal bodyguard. Older, sharp-eyed, and impossible to read, Reya is everything Zola isn't-and everything she can't stop wanting. What begins as a reluctant partnership slowly transforms into something neither of them expected: late-night vulnerability, whispered truths, sparring matches that blur the line between tension and desire. But in a world where duty dictates love, and power complicates every glance, their connection is as dangerous as it is inevitable. When political unrest stirs and threats become real, Zola must decide not just what kind of ruler she wants to be-but who she wants by her side when everything begins to fall apart. Lush with longing and brimming with heart, 'The Duchess' is a slow-burn queer romance about two women defying the odds-and choosing each other, over and over again.

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

Dylan Avery hasn't met her wolf yet and no one knows why. Unlike her brother and best friend who have both shifted. Dylan has always felt on the outside like she was different than everyone else. To top it all off since she hasn't met her wolf yet she also won't know if she's met her mate. Dylan is desperate to meet her wolf and would do anything for a chance to feel normal. This story contains a main character that is intersex. There will also be quite a bit of explicit content throughout the story. Chapters will vary in length. Word Count: 154531 Feel free to follow me for updates. Comments are welcome. #1 in gxgxgxg February 2024 #1 in Futanari March 8, 2024 #1 in Futa March 18, 2024

Micah, a college student with her own setbacks but warm personality, never expected to be drawn to her new and beautiful literature professor, Inara. As they navigate the delicate balance between clear ethics and attraction, Micah finds herself captivated by Inara intellect, charm, and the way she seems to see right through her. Despite the unspoken rules and risks, their connection grows, challenging them to confront their own boundaries and the consequences of a love that could cost them everything. In a story of longing, secrecy, and desire, Micah and Inara must decide if their forbidden love is worth breaking all the rules. "No." "No?" She says and I shake my head. "The hell do you mean no? So you didn't sleep with her?" "Yes! I mean no." She scoffs. "Get the hell out.