To everyone, Alyssa Woods is known as the friendly, pretty, and tenacious captain of the soccer team. But to her, she's shy, self-conscious, and helplessly gay. Well, a helplessly closeted gay. There are reasons that stop her from coming out, ones she repeats to herself daily, one of her favourites being 'I'm not ready.' The crush she has on Leah Bennett isn't going anywhere at this rate, but she's comfortable where she is; not out, not rejected. She isn't new to heartbreak though, her past scars a constant reminder of the fears that dissuade her from taking the leap. And these very fears are what shoves her further into the closet with each memory and each thought. Taking the risk is the last thing on her mind. But what's life without a little risk? After all, you have to risk rejection to be accepted, or else you just might risk not living life at all. {COMPLETED}

Lilith Hawthrone is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She's mastered control in every aspect of her life, her sharp mind cutting through complexity to build an empire. Beneath the polished exterior, however, is a woman who loves obsessively but is careful with her love, not wanting to waste it on the wrong person. She's learned to guard her heart, waiting for someone worthy of the intensity she's capable of. Where Lilith is all feelings and chaos, Valentina is order, control, and calculated precision. They come from different worlds, with different rhythms, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

Grace Winslow and Professor Catherine Harrow don't know each other. Not yet. Grace is a guarded freshman trying to outrun her mother's legacy. Catherine is a sharp, cold psychology professor who teaches a course called Psychology of Human Intimacy. After their first class, something shifts. Something quiet. Something dangerous. When a family connection is unexpectedly revealed-through a woman they've both learned to love and resent-boundaries begin to blur. What begins in silence becomes obsession. Attachment Theory is a sapphic, slow-burn academic romance about intimacy, power, longing, and everything we pretend not to feel.

Two women, who loved each other as girls meet again after Reagan Levine suddenly left on a gloomy night. Hatred, Confusion, and Pining turned cold after seven years of Layla Elsher waiting for her teenage love's explanation of this sudden heartbreak that changed her entirely. Their love is relentless, but at what expense is teenage love worth with the new lives they have now? [A sequel to Lustful Revulsion]

"You're a headfuck, a complete headfuck." Red's back is turned as she breathes before heavy raindrops meet her face. "Where is this coming from?" Layla asks out of confusion as she attempts to pull Red by the wrist when Red pulls away quickly. "Don't- don't touch me." Red's voice comes out as a low raspy tone as she towers over Layla, brown meeting green. "Why?" Layla asks, gulping. "Because if you touch me, i'm scared i won't be able to hold back." Red hesitantly speaks as raindrops slide off her face and fall onto Layla's. "Then let me." _____ Reagan Levine and Layla Elsher are high school students in Northern England. The pair grew up with a large dislike for one another's existence purely out of spite. Reagan, also known as Red, grew up with only a father in an abusive home, having no mother or siblings makes her fend for herself in other ways.. ways you wouldn't call legal for a student. Red has despised Layla for the entirety of her being due to the sheer fact she has everything she wants, and maybe even more than that.. Layla Elsher has hated Red because she sees her as nothing but a bully. Not knowing why Red has turned out the way she is leads everyone to make their own perceptions of her intimidating manners when operating around others. Layla is popular and known to any man kind, the boys drool all over her and she loves it. It's the final year of high school for both of these girls, they're enemies since they could remember, but wait and see as Revulsion becomes Lustful throughout their last year of school..

Olive Martin had always been a hurricane in a world too small for her. A girl with a million shattered pieces of herself scattered at every corner of her existence. You could see it in her eyes, cold pools that swallowed everything until a dark cold bitterness was all that existed. Nikole Darcelle was a woman who knew power, she had conquered every empire. Yet love? That was the only luxury she couldn't afford, not when the whole world bent to her will with every whispered command. Her insatiable need for control would lead her into a collision course with a small force more volatile than anything she'd ever encountered. Both were disasters in their own, but together? They would either destroy each-other or ignite something much darker than either anticipated.

"Don't come to a strip club looking for love. That shit doesn't belong here." she warned. I knew that she was right. Still, I didn't accept her statement. "But...You're here." ⋆⋆⋆ I was a typical surburan girl before I had met her. She changed me. Whether that was for the better or for the worse is up to you. But ladies and gentlemen, as sure as I was that the moon and the stars would fill the sky every night to put the sun to rest, I was sure that the love of my life was a drugged out stripper. ⋆⋆⋆

After a messy year, all Sarah wants is to stay focused. She's 18, in her final year of high school, and determined to stay out of trouble. But things get complicated when she meets her new English teacher, Ms. Miller. Addison Miller is the last person Sarah should be drawn to. She's twice her age, her teacher, recently divorced, and completely off-limits. Strict, unreadable... and somehow, strangely familiar. Sarah knows she shouldn't get involved. But knowing is one thing, wanting is another entirely. Slow burn | Teacher x Student | Age gap

Opal Indick lives in the smallest and quietest town in the world, and she is fed up with the silence. Her only hope is Mrs. Wilkes, her professor whose stare lingers a little longer than it should. Having to choose between the relationship she already has with a girl her own age or the forbidden fruit propelling her desires, Opal finds her life and mental state falling apart. But when a string of violent murders begin occurring in the town where nothing ever happens, Opal begins to fear not only those around her, but herself. [tw: sex, violence, non-descriptive mentions of rape and suicide]