"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮 𝙢𝙚." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Born into fame. Forced into the spotlight. When her mother's fashion empire falls into scandal, 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 is automatically entangled, and her image is on the line. 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞 is a cold, powerful attorney, hired to silence the scandal and control London. But some entanglements blur the line between control and desire. And not all of them are meant to be undone.

A young mafia heiress fights to prove she can rule with both strength and vision, determined not to be overshadowed by the legacy of her late father. Across from her stands an undercover cop, fueled by grief, willing to risk everything to infiltrate the empire she blames for her brother's death. When their paths collide, loyalty and deception blur into something far more dangerous-an attraction neither of them can deny. Bound by secrets and torn by duty, both must face a question that could change everything: in a world built on betrayal, can love survive?

Elizabeth/Ms. Wilson 30 University professor during the day, HOT mafia boss bitch at night Lily Smith 23 Student who (eventually) is so unbelievably smitten for her Ladies, it's got the age gap, the teacher x student, mafia boss, enemies to lovers, tension, slow burn, "who did this to you", "touch her and I'll kill you", stargazing where one admires the actual sky and says it's beautiful while the other one agrees yet her eyes are only on the girl beside her, angry love confessions in the rain, tooth rotting fluff and the HOTTEST sex ever. And so much more. It's got every single trope I know my desperate little loves need ;) ~ ACTUAL SUMMARY: Lily hates her. She hates that smug look on her face when she walks into the classroom like she owns the place. She hates the smirk that appears on those devastatingly beautiful, plump, soft looking lips whenever she catches Lily's eyes ogling her. She hates her cold, commanding tone. Her to-die-for body. Her breathtaking hazel eyes. The way she sounds so hot when speaking French. The way she rests her pen between her mouth while she reads over exams which ignites a burning jealousy in Lily of said pen between sinful lips. So yeah, Lily very much hates her. It doesn't help that Ms. Wilson is the meanest, coldest bitch to ever set foot on earth and is hell bent on making Lily's last semester unbearable. But in between their heated arguments, shared glances, and mutual feelings of hatred, lies secrets neither of which are prepared to unravel. Ms. Wilson. Her university professor during the day. But the leader of the most deadly mafia at night? Could she get any hotter? Ehem I mean terrifying? As they both become apart of each other's lives without meaning to, lines begin to blur and feelings rise to surface. But along with the million other reasons why Lily SHOULD walk away, only one makes her heart ache unbearably. I surpassed my word limit so I guess you'll just have to read and find out what ;)

"Please, Miss Black," she whispers, barely holding it together. Vera bites down on Lara's ear, just hard enough to make her gasp. "Fix it," she growls, her voice rough and demanding. Lara's body shudders. "Please... Mommy," she whimpers, trembling. Vera's eyes darken, going utterly black. "Is that what you want?" Her voice drops, thick with possessiveness. "You want your mommy to take care of you, hm?" Lara just whimpers, only making Vera's hunger worse. "Tell me what you deserve." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vera Black is a supermodel who trusts no one. She's defined by her trauma, convinced she's straight, and lives for control. Lara is the soft, chaotic artist who moves in next door and sees right through her walls. The problem? Vera craves Lara's light. She wants to protect her, possess her, and break all the rules she ever made for herself. One is guarded by trauma. The other is soft by nature. Their craving will be everything they both fear. (WLW Romance, Age Gap, Dark Feminine/Soft Girl, Explicit Tension)

"The line she drew was the first thing to bleed." Dominic Aurelia, confident in his daughter Sofiana's sharp mind and leadership, decides to retire early and entrusts her with the reins of Aurelia Holdings. As his only child, Sofia is the natural heir, but unlike her father, she refuses to continue the company's covert alliances with The Casa Romano mafia. She has her own code, and she's determined to sever all ties with the underworld and shut down their illicit deals. This defiance-especially by someone so young, does not sit well with Valencia Romano, the ruthless mafia leader who's used to commanding fear and obedience. Her hatred for Sofia is fierce and unmistakable. Yet, despite every instinct screaming otherwise, something about Sofia pulls at her attention, unsettling the control she's always held. Is it hate, or something far more complicated?

Amelia Peterson is just trying to survive her final year of high school-eighteen, exhausted and drowning in secrets. She's used to hiding. Used to no one noticing the bruises behind her smile. Isabella Williams is the new math teacher: strict, distant, untouchable but the moment she lays eyes on Amelia, something cracks. She's not supposed to care. She's not supposed to get involved but Amelia brings out a side of her that terrifies them both-protective, possessive and dangerously close to crossing the line. She was supposed to teach her. Not fall for her. ・❥・ Highest rankings ・❥・ #12 in womanxwoman #9 in teacherspet #1 in lesbianfiction #1 in femme #35 in 18andup #1 in protective #1 in teacherstudent #5 in lesbian

She wasn't supposed to come back. Any trace left of her was meant to be erased, gone without a motive. Once Quinn decided to end the secret affair she had with her professor, all ends were lead to meet. Buying an apartment in Oregon with her boyfriend should've been the last of them. But the art of who she was when being known by someone she could never be a part of kept her from letting go of the impossible. And now, their worlds wouldn't just collide, again, but ultimately test if they were capable of not drowning beneath deception.

Adrienne Brookes is a highschool senior with a sharp tongue and a talent for trouble. Her sarcasm is a shield, one she learned to wield early, because surviving her home life means never letting anyone see too much. And Adrienne has secrets. More than she can carry. But one slip in her carefully crafted mask is all it takes for Ivy Adair, her cold and calculating psychology teacher, to notice the cracks. Ivy is the last person Adrienne should trust, and the only one she can't seem to stay away from. Wanting distance is easy. Keeping it is impossible. 🥇 lesbianromance ‼️ GAY ‼️ SEXUAL CONTENT ‼️ ABUSE AND VIOLENCE - There will not be warnings in individual chapters. This book is for mature audiences only. Do not read if sensitive to the above content.

❝ 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏 ❞ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐑 is a storm wrapped in human skin. Reckless, brilliant, and utterly unapologetic. Born into a wealthy family, she has never learned the meaning of restraint. Her laughter borders on rebellion, her choices on provocation. She draws eyes wherever she goes and yet few truly grasp the intensity that burns beneath her careless charm. After leaving the place she once called home, she arrives at France and attends St. Romier University with the same unruly fire she carried across oceans. A new student in a new world, she sneers at rules, shrugs at expectations, and slips into a nightlife that feels more like an invitation to self-ruin than reinvention. 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 has lived her life in elegant precision. Discipline, refinement, and order shaped every step she took. As a scholar, she is brilliant; as a widow, quietly broken. Grief has carved shadows into her past, and so she accepts a new position at St. Romier University, determined to rebuild her life somewhere untouched by memory. She expects composure. She expects silence. What she finds instead is Francesca Caldair. Bound by circumstance yet divided by every moral line that should have kept them apart, they begin circling each other in a dangerous, gradual gravity. What starts as curiosity morphs into something sharper, heavier-stolen glances that last too long, conversations threaded with tension, a connection neither understands but both fear to name. One question becomes impossible to ignore: How far will they go for something they were never meant to want?