From the outside, they have it all - perfect hair, perfect bodies, perfect lives. But behind the filtered photos and fake smiles, something darker is unraveling. Megan Katz is the new girl at an elite Long Island high school, instantly thrown into a world of glittering parties, brutal whispers, and high-stakes secrets. She's outgoing and doesn't take bullshit from anyone. Alexa Walker is the fearless cheer captain, hiding fractures no one sees. She's the popular queen B of the school. A bitch to anyone who try's to take her spot. Girlfriend to the captain of the football team. Their two opposites, but can they attract? No they can't, can they? Their enemies........ To lovers.

Katie and Luna are the leaders of two rival high school cliques: the Greens and the Reds. And they absolutely can't stand each other. Every week, they get into intense fights. When Luna has Katie in a tight grip from behind, or when Katie manages to straddle Luna and climb on top of her, their faces inches from each other and bodies almost merged. It's quite the rivalry, isn't it? At least that's what Katie tells herself. Because, how else can she explain this overwhelming urge to be so close physically to her enemy, while her boyfriend is the hottest and most popular guy in school and she should be gravitated to him not to her mortal rival. Every character in this story is over 18 years old. Be careful this story contains: Profanity Smut Violence Abuse Disclaimer: This is an enemies‑to‑lovers story, and it includes a lot of toxic behaviour from both main characters, especially in the beginning. If that's something you're not comfortable with, I genuinely recommend stepping away and protecting your peace. All of their toxic traits, and the deeper reasons behind their actions, will be explored and explained throughout the book. Their behaviour isn't meant to be romanticized, it's something they will actively work through and grow from as the story progresses. This isn't just a light high‑school story, even if it might seem that way at first. There are a lot of traumas and psychological layers hidden underneath, so please approach with caution. And please don't expect the characters to be perfect - they're messy, and that's the point. But if you give the book a chance, you'll understand why.

Since the day Caelum Auden was born, a seven year old girl named Celeste Zamarta, promised herself that she will marry the girl. Until Caelum grew up, Celeste Zamarta became her possessive professor.

Sometimes we're not even fully aware of how similar hate and love really are. How closely they sit together, how thin the line is between them. One wrong word, one wrong choice, one moment of fear or anger, and you cross it without even realizing you've done so. That's how it had alwags been with Casey Miller and Olivia Lordan. They didn't hate each other for no reason. There were reasons, plenty of them, actually. Old wounds that never healed right, memories that calcified instead of fading, words spoken too young and carried for too long. But were those reasons valid enough? That was the question no one ever asked out loud. Because validity is subjective. Pain doesn't measure itself against intent. Trauma doesn't care how old you were, or what you meant to do. It just exists, heavy and unrelenting, shaping you whether you want it to or not. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has demons they fight in private. Some people turn inward and rot quietly. Some people explode. Some people run. Some people stay and harden. None of it is clean, and none of it is fair. And maybe that was the cruelest part for them. Not the hate. Not the anger. Not even the silence. But the fact that, once upon a time, it had been love, or something dangerously close to it, and that was what made everything else hurt so much more.

Book 1 of Inheritance Series Banks Mitchell has had a plan since she was sixteen Play soccer at UNC, follow in her mother's footsteps, and love Noah Martinez the way she always has steady, certain, safe What she didn't plan for was Ivy Ivy Martinez has spent four years filing away the memory of one kiss that was never meant to mean anything. Banks called it practice. Ivy called it the moment she understood exactly how much trouble she was in. She watched Banks fall for her little brother anyway and told herself that was fine That she was fine She almost believed it They've been best friends their whole lives. Grew up in the same circle, at the same beach house every summer, around the same kitchen tables and their mothers best friends long before either of them took their first breath. Banks and Ivy were unavoidable in every aspect except the one that mattered most Now they're roommates Same apartment. Same walls. Same 2am silences that stretch just a little too long. Ivy knows every version of Banks Mitchell the girl who laughs too loud, cries at Disney movies and will look you dead in the eye and deny it, and has never once in her life slowed down long enough to feel something she wasn't ready for The problem is Banks is starting to feel something she is very much not ready for Noah is 30 minutes away, finishing his senior year, and texting every night like clockwork. Riley Mitchell is coaching right across campus and already sees too much. And Ivy is right there wild and warm and familiar pretending she isn't waiting for something Banks doesn't even know she's capable of giving One kiss was practice This is something else entirely 18+ | sapphic romance | boyfriend sister | roommates | slow burn | forbidden | college | found family | The Inheritance Series

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ─ Izzie Peters has everything under control until a breakup, a lie, and one impulsive kiss lands her in a fake relationship with her rival, Charlie Hester. Pretending to be in love is easy, well... until it isn't. COVER BY @/CXRMEN Human Written (No AI) [#1 - #fakegirlfriend (18/05/25)] [#1 - #girlfriends (05/04/2026)]

Aurora Kensington has spent years trying to silence the voice in her head-the one that sounds too much like Briar Holloway. The girl who was once her best friend. The girl who came out to her. The girl she pushed away. Now eighteen, Aurora is desperate to prove she's everything she's supposed to be: a good daughter, a devoted Catholic, normal. But no matter how hard she prays, no matter how many rules she follows, she can't shake the feeling that something inside her is broken. And when she sees the lights on in the Holloway house for the first time in years, something deep in her chest stirs. She doesn't know Briar is back. Not until she turns around at a party and finds her standing there. Briar never planned to return to Chapelwood, but with her family drowning in debt and her grandmother's health failing, she had no choice. She tells herself she doesn't care about Aurora anymore-that she only came to this party because she thought it'd be funny. But the second their eyes meet, the past slams into her like a tremor. Old wounds. Old feelings. Ones that never truly faded. Because "love" (if you can call it that) like theirs doesn't disappear. It fractures. It festers. It trembles under the weight of everything unsaid. And if they're not careful, it might just swallow them whole. But none of it truly matters anyway. Not unless Aurora is willing to face the truth about herself. A story about love, sin, and the thin line between devotion and obsession.

Very much [M] G!P Lisa/Lili It was December 3rd, Jennie Kim who's 16 years old moves back to her old town from the city life, but old memories came and so did the two people she was once close with. She lived in that town up until she was 11 years old and moved away after the death of her father. Now that she is back seven years later, things have changed yet some are unchanged... She was back to being neighbors with the two people she was close with during childhood, and that was non-other than Lili Manoban and LaLisa... Manoban... What can happen now that they reunited with the Manoban's next door? ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ Involves: Smut, G!P, Mature, violent, gore, dark humor, dark romance, assault and strong language.

Rowan Thorne doesn't exist. Not the way a person should. She walks through the world wearing a name that was never hers. She doesn't speak of the house she came from, of the man who made her what she is, or the love she held too tightly and let slip through her bloody hands. She has a past she should have burned to ash. Instead, she vanished. Now she stands behind a counter in East Village New York, pouring coffee and pretends she's someone she isn't. And then when aspiring writer Allison Clarke strides into the café, Rowan is instantly hooked. Allison is everything she could ever want: tough, smart, and sexier than her wildest fantasy. She would kill to have her. Rowan knows she should stay away. She won't. What begins as curiosity becomes fascination. Fascination becomes need. Need becomes obsession. Because love like Rowan's isn't gentle. It's possession. It's devotion. It's ruin. Rowan wants you. Rowan needs you. Rowan loves you to death. (Welcome to the psychological thriller where the softest voice is a predator's whisper, the mask looks back when it smiles, and the first red flag was already hanging on the door: OPEN.)

WARNING: it's a dark sapphic romance, with spicy scenes. TW, there might be mentioning of: murder, blood, demons, hell, death and others. I saw something that I wasn't supposed to see and now she wants to torture me for that. She wants to destroy me. To own me. But I think she's getting used to me as time goes by. I think she even wants me. The time when she was playing with me is in the past and now I can see the passion in those pretty black eyes. And I feel like I belong with her and feel like I can function only from her touch. This is a pure madness, the madness we don't wanna escape.