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Twenty-seven year old Milan Montgomery has to work for the best female lawyer in Chicago to build her career. However, it's a hard thing to do when your boss happens to be the coldest person you've ever met. And it's even harder when you find yourself crushing on her. Not to mention, said boss happens to be in her forties... ~~

"You ever think about how weird feelings are?" Maya asked quietly. Jade tensed. "What kind of feelings?" "Like... when you're around someone and your stomach just..." Maya made a vague explosion noise with her mouth. "You know?" "Like food poisoning?" Maya shoved her gently. "You're impossible." Jade smirked, but it faltered when she saw the way Maya was looking at her. Eyes open. Bare. Something unspoken balancing on the edge of her lips. Jade turned away too quickly. "Feelings are overrated." "You don't mean that." "No," Jade admitted. "I don't."

When scandal shatters actress Ira Kapoor's carefully constructed world, her PR team offers a solution: fake a fresh, unexpected romance. The catch? Her new "girlfriend" isn't a celebrity, she's Reya Singh. A broke, unfiltered theatre-school dropout who crash-landed in Mumbai with nothing but sarcasm and survival instinct. Ten years apart in age, worlds apart in class, Ira and Reya are thrown into staged smiles and public hand-holding. But behind closed doors, there's silence. Tension. And something neither of them expected: understanding. In a house full of secrets and under a spotlight that never dims, two women begin to unravel each other, slowly, gently, unforgivably. What begins as performance might just become the realest thing either of them has ever had.

When Meher Singh, basketball captain, chaos incarnate, and unapologetically out, gets stuck rooming with Samaira Maheshwari on a school trip to Bangalore, things are bound to get complicated. Samaira is quiet, brilliant, and heartbreakingly guarded. She is also the girl Meher has been half in love with since Class 1. They were never friends. At least, not until now. Between quiz finals, basketball championships, rooftop parties, and whispered midnight confessions, something fragile begins to bloom. But falling in love at eighteen is never simple. Especially when one girl is scared of wanting, and the other wants more than she is allowed to ask for. Set in an elite all-girls boarding school in Dehradun, this is a story about stolen glances, childhood memories, late night kisses, and the slow, aching magic of being seen, exactly as you are.

WATTYS 2022 AWARD WINNER ☾ ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ • ☽ "You had an idea?" She laughed lightly when I reminded her. Her laugh was easily contagious, I couldn't help but not laugh with her, even if it was just a small nostril-flare kind of thing. "Yeah, I do." She turned to me slightly, and straightened her posture. "You've seen John Tucker Must Die, right?" She asked, and I summoned the most 'no, duh' expression I possibly could give her. "Perfect. Let's John Tucker the hell out of that motherfucker." ☾ ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ • ☽ Abby Reynolds is your average high school senior who's just trying to ace her AP exams to get into her top schools, be a good daughter to her parents, and a loving girlfriend to her boyfriend. When Abby's perfect relationship is ripped to shreds, she fetches a plan to get revenge - with the girl she should hate most. Abby's about to get more than she bargained for, and learn more about herself than any college entry essay could ever teach her, and it's about to come in the form of Tessa Oliver.

Hazel Flynn's life is...fine. Not great. Not tragic. Just aggressively average. She's broke, drowning in student loans, working the front desk at a doctor's office and trying (unsuccessfully) to make it as an artist in New York. When she lies to her parents about having a girlfriend and an upcoming art exhibition, she fully expects both problems to somehow magically resolve themselves. They do not. With Christmas getting closer and no fake girlfriend in sight, Hazel is running out of time and courage. Sometimes the hardest thing isn't fooling everyone else. It's not fooling yourself.

My boss is cruel, demanding, and determined to make my life miserable. Every shift leaves me wondering why I haven't quit yet. But when circumstances force us to spend more time together, I catch glimpses of the woman behind the sharp tongue and impossible standards. The closer we get, the harder it becomes to ignore the chemistry between us. Falling for my boss was the last thing I wanted-but now, she might be the only thing I can't walk away from. ❤️🏳️🌈

She hired Dahlia to take care of her kids. Not to crawl under her skin, not to make her feel again, and most certainly not to fall in love with her. Scarlett Romano, mother of two. A woman carved from ice. Cold, powerful, ruthless, and engaged to a woman who looks perfect on paper. A decision made for the sake of legacy, image, and the future of her children. Love? That's a luxury she gave up a long time ago. But then, Dahlia shows up like a crack in her perfect foundation. She's soft where Scarlett isn't. Bright where Scarlett is guarded. Her children have learned to adore her. And Scarlett- despite herself, begins to crave her. To need her. But Dahlia? Dahlia is breaking. She's unraveling. Because she was never meant to belong here. She isn't who she claims to be. She didn't take the nanny job for the paycheck, or the kids. She took it because her father is holding her brother's life over her head. She's not a nanny, she's bait. A spy. A pawn in a game she doesn't want to play. Planted inside Scarlett's home to find weakness, to expose secrets, and burn it all from the inside out. What she didn't expect was the warmth of the children. She didn't expect them to start feeling like hers. She didn't expect Scarlett's rare, shattering softness. And she sure of hell didn't expect to fall in love with the woman she was sent to ruin. Now, Dahlia's caught between two impossible choices. Between the family she's beginning to love...and the family she's so desperate to save. And if the truth ever comes out. She won't just lose her job. It won't just break hearts. It'll ruin everything.

"Willow, wait." Blake's voice was rough, her breath coming in uneven gasps as my fingers unzipped her fly. "Before we go any further, this is your last chance to stop me." I frowned. "Why would I?" "Because if you let me take you now, you're mine. Forever." Her intense gaze burned into me. "And there will be no turning back." ==== Willow's life is a desperate rhythm of morning lectures, late-night shifts, a messy family, and counting every dollar just to make it through. Blake is her classmate, the girl everyone on campus fears. Some say she has ties to the Mafia, others claim she deals in things far worse. But one thing is certain. No one dares to mess with her because those who have ended up in the hospital. One night, on her way home after another exhausting shift, Willow finds Blake bleeding out on the street. Against every instinct, she helps her. But Blake, as it turns out, isn't the kind of person who lets debts go unpaid. When Willow's stepfather aggressively demands money from her, Blake steps in and handles it without hesitation. Now, questions haunt Willow. Who is Blake really? Are the rumors about her true? And most terrifying of all, why can't she stop thinking about her knowing that whatever burns between them is destined for destruction? Be careful this story contains: Profanity Smut Violence