A story of two women bound by a marriage they never wanted, where resentment slowly gave way to a love neither expected to find. Beneath their pride and unspoken fears, they became each other's solace, yet neither knew how to hold on when it mattered most. Just as they found the courage to choose one another, fate intervened. What remained were unfinished conversations, lingering regrets, and the heartbreaking realization that some loves are not meant to be forgotten-they are meant to be remembered for arriving at the right heart, but the wrong time. 𝜗𐑞 · rankings - #38 - womanxwoman #505 - ceo #44 - intersex #108 - lesbian #155 - arrangedmarriage #190 - wlw #239 - mafia

Simra Blanchard is seven years old and she already knows something is wrong. Her mama rules seven kingdoms and doesn't sleep. Her mother sharpens knives at midnight and smiles like a secret. They do not touch. They do not fight. They just watch each other across every room like they are waiting for something. Simra doesn't know what it is yet. She will. * Rowan Smyth has been planning this since she was fifteen years old and had nothing left. She has the mate bond. She has the mark on her neck. She has a daughter with her face and her wife's birthmark. A living, breathing reason to stop. She's not stopping. The bond breaks one way. She knows the cost. She's decided it's worth it. She just needs to stop looking at Simra when she thinks that. * Alessia Blanchard has ruled for two centuries on blood and patience. She knows what her mate is building toward. She has always known. She falls a little more in love with her every day anyway. A queen who won't stop. A hunter's daughter who won't forgive. A seven year old girl who loves them both and doesn't know she's the only thing keeping them alive. She wants mercy. Rowan wants blood. Simra wants her mother's. The war was never about the throne.

Princess Isadora of Astoria has felt the weight of the crown for longer than she can remember, she's been polished into the future leader everyone expects her to be, she's been taught how to walk, how to smile, how to react and to never under any circumstances put anything above duty and what's right. Alessa Sinclair knows exactly whats right or wrong, she just simply doesn't care, her mother being the president of the country allows her the freedom which she isn't afraid to use, she's never met anyone who wouldn't fall at her feet from admiration. That's until she met the Princess, what's worse is that now not only do they need to work together in politics but even at their senior year of high school. Isadora can't wait to be done with it, Alessa lives for the thrill, what does that mean for them exactly?

Zora Sterling has everything, she is beautiful, she is rich, her parents own the school everyone would kill to get in to, the only thing that makes Zora tick is Jade Winslow, the low life no one who shouldn't even be there, Zora has to break her, ruin her and destroy everything still alive inside her until she runs back to where she came from, far away from her sight. Jade Winslow was lucky enough to get in a school like this with a scholarship, because this way she'll most likely get into her dream school Crownridge in England, that's the only thing that keeps her going that she only needs to survive one more year, only needs to survive one more year with Zora Sterling, who represents everything she hates. It's one more year, everything will go smoothly without any complications, right?

Kathleen Rivera never asked for the wealth or status that came with her name. If anything, she spent her life running from it, determined to prove she was more than just the daughter of Luna and Katie Rivera. Refusing the easy path, she built a career in investigative journalism, carving her name out of danger and defiance. But every truth she exposed came at a cost, and earned her enemies. One of them is Detective Maxine Solmere. Kathleen has crossed her more than once, somehow uncovering details from Solmere's most confidential investigations and dragging them into the light. Their rivalry reaches a breaking point when Solmere is handed a case so massive, that solving it could define her entire career. But when the case turns out to be personally connected to Rivera's family, the detective has no choice but to work with the very woman who's made her life hell. Because only Kathleen can unlock the city's hidden world for her, as she belongs to it by birthright. This story is a spin-off of "My Favourite Enemy" and "My Favourite Girl" Set 27 years after the birth of Luna and Katie's daughter, Kathleen. There are also gonna be some characters from my book "She's the danger I crave to taste." So be ready to meet old friends from both stories. But you can also read this book as a standalone story. The main characters are GXG But there are also some GXG Intersex couples from my previous books. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains: Profanity Explicit mature content Violence Every character in this story is over 18 years old.

Sequel to "My favourite enemy" Once, they were enemies. Then, lovers. Then... strangers? But how do you become strangers with someone who was once everything to you? How do you forget a love that never truly ended? Be careful this story contains: Profanity Smut

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.

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.

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

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...