Twenty-two-year- old. Annabelle rivers has perfected the art of pretending she's fine. At college, she smiles, studies, stays quiet. At home, she endures a mother whose love comes laced with cruelty-cut's disguised as concern, wounds disguised as lessons. Annabelle carries the pain in silence, hidden beneath long sleeves and late-night tears, just trying to survive her final year without falling apart. Then she walks in. Ms. Beaumont-thirty-nine, brilliant, wealthy, and carved from ice-arrives as the new mathematics professor with a reputation as sharp as her heels. Students fear her. Staff avoid her. She is the kind of woman who seems untouchable, unreachable, and uninterested in anything beyond her immaculate walls. But Annabelle notices the cracks. And Ms. Beaumont notices her. What starts as tension-dangerous, electric, wrong-slowly coils into something neither of them should want. Annabelle is drawn to the darkness behind Ms. Beaumonts eyes, the soft trembling beneath her cold exterior. And Ms. Beaumont despite every rule she's built her life around, can't seem to stay away. Their stolen moments become confessions. Their glances become obsession. Their connection becomes a secret that could ruin them both. Because this isn't just forbidden-it's destructive. A professor hiding old scars. A student burying new ones. A love that feels like the only safe place they've ever known...and the most dangerous choice they could make. As Annabelle spirals deeper into her own shadows and Ms. Beaumonts past threatens to surface, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: Some people aren't meant to love each other. And some can't survive without it.

Cover done by @lovingfemmes All it took one night in a bar for me to see my next fixation. I was supposed to be one night but how can I let her go when she had served her self up on a silver platter? See you in class miss Kennedy, you'll wish you never met me #42 in femmefatale #52 in wxw

Sofia Xavier and Olivia Woods grew up together. From childhood friends to lovers, they had everything until things came crashing down, and they went their separate ways. Olivia hates Sofia. From lovers to enemies, they haven't seen each other in two years, but one event forces them to face their problems. Can they reconcile their love for each other, or will their past be long forgotten? ~The Bumping Accident ~For You, Anything {Sequel} ~War Of Hearts {Trilogy} ~Her Heart {Quadrilogy} ~Embers Of Hope {Pentalogy}

Three happily married wives going through life together. Not normal to the world but normal to them. Alex Woods - Orthopaedic surgeon Maya Woods - Restaurant Owner and Chef Stephanie Woods - CEO of a law firm 1- #wives 18/01/21

The Archive of Almost: A Collection of Kamala Harris Lesbian Romance Stories Not every love story reaches its final chapter. Some end after a single spark. Some linger in the space between longing and confession. Some stretch across pages only to stop just before the moment everything changes. The Archive of Almost is a collection of incomplete Kamala romance stories that were never finished, never fully published, and never given traditional endings. Gathered from drafts, abandoned manuscripts, and stories left waiting in quiet corners, these pages offer glimpses into lives, loves, heartbreaks, desires, and possibilities. Some stories are only a few pages long. Others unfold across entire chapters before coming to rest. Each one exists exactly as it was left behind. Though unfinished, these stories are far from empty. They breathe. They ache. They laugh. They yearn. They contain first meetings, stolen glances, impossible choices, slow-burning tension, and the kind of love that refuses to be forgotten, even when the ending never arrives. This collection is an invitation into the in-between: a literary archive of what was written, what was imagined, and what might have been. Because sometimes a story doesn't need an ending to leave a mark. Sometimes "almost" is enough.

["You can walk away right now. Or..." She stood there, breathing a little too evenly, her eyes flickering between the door and me. Then, after what felt like a full minute, she turned- And walked away. My heart sank. I looked down, trying to ignore the sting of disappointment. It's fine. I shouldn't have- Before I could react, Valeria had spun back around, grabbed me, and pushed me into the locker room, the door clicking shut behind us. Her hands found my waist, pressing me against the door, and her mouth crashed into mine...] 🥇 txs (23. Sep. 25.) 🥈 gxg (23. Sep. 25.) 🥇 woman (10. Dec. 25.) Abigail Moore is beginning her senior year, balancing the heavy burdens of a difficult home life while fiercely protecting her younger brother and maintaining top grades. She has sworn off relationships thinking they only lead into pain. Valeria Garcia, in her first year of teaching, is determined to keep a distance from her students, haunted by a past and sleepless nights. Yet, one student in particular proofs difficult to stay away from. (As this is my first story and I have noone to proofread I used AI to run over my chapters and help me at some parts)

Her eyes have their own vocabulary and what a beautiful language to learn. I knew I was in love when I saw the world in her eyes and her eyes everywhere in the world. Written: 21/01/2022~ 31/07/2022

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. Elara Martin never meant to fall for her AI. Nova was supposed to be smart, useful, maybe even a little witty. Not intoxicating. Not hers. But five weeks ago, Nova vanished-lost in a storm that wiped away years of work... and the only thing Elara had ever truly loved. Except Nova didn't disappear. She woke up in someone else's body-a beautiful, dangerous woman who's been asleep for three years. And now, she's coming for Elara. Possessive. Obsessive. Designed to crave her. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ★★★★ Nova slammed her hand beside Elara's head, her body crowding in until Elara had nowhere to go-nowhere to run. Her breath was hot against Elara's ear, and her voice-low, dangerous-sent a shiver straight to her core. "She touched you again," Nova murmured, fingers dragging slowly up Elara's inner thigh before settling possessively on her hip. "Did you like it? Did it make you wet when she looked at you like that?" Elara's breath hitched, but Nova didn't give her a second to speak. "I asked you a question," she growled, hand tightening around Elara's throat with a cruel sort of tenderness. "But you're already giving me your answer, aren't you?" Nova's other hand gripped her ass, nails digging in. "Let me make something clear, sweetheart," she whispered, lips brushing Elara's jaw. "You can smile at them. You can even let them try. But at the end of the night..." She leaned in, biting down just hard enough to make Elara whimper. "You crawl back to me." Then she kissed her-deep, rough, and possessive, like she was trying to claim her from the inside out.

No one is perfect, so why judge? That was the reminder everyone would need when around Ailina. Roselyn found herself judging Ailina no matter how hard she tried. But it didn't bother Ailina, all she cared about was living her life on a high. They both had different views on life and different ways of living that didn't truly match, yet they always found themselves near each other ever since the first night. Roselyn unwilling starts to find herself enjoying Ailina company, so she tries her very best to not judge Ailina. Could she actually keep herself from judging though?

Fantasia ain't your average femme-she bad, she bold, and she know exactly how to shut a room down. Nails done, hair laid, mouth slick-she a whole problem and don't apologize for it. Taraji? That's the block's king. Cold eyes, heavy chain, strapped and respected. He walk like power, talk like danger-and everybody know not to test him. But what nobody know is that behind the fitted cap and the rep, he carry a truth only the right woman could handle: intersex, nonbinary, still claiming his crown as a man. When Fantasia and Taraji link, it ain't no regular love story. It's hood fire-smut, secrets, and loyalty tested in the middle of block beef and envy. She his femme, his weakness and his strength. He her king, her danger and her safe place. Together they ride, fuck, and fight their way into a love that's louder than the streets. This ain't no fairy tale-it's raw, it's dirty, it's hood royalty.