Lines were meant to be crossed. But when that line is a little too black and white with no grey area, it becomes hard to decide which side is the right one. Aurora Visconti, the top lawyer of all Milan, Italy already having her hands full with planning her daughter's wedding to a man she barely knows, is given a case there's no way to really say no to. Paris Dante, a broke photographer and former associate of a powerful Italian mob before going straight, finds herself in a situation that no one who has never even thought to harm someone wants to find themselves. The center and sole suspect of a murder. Not enough money to her name to afford a proper lawyer of her own, gets blessed by an angel in the form of an old college friend.

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

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Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel. #1 in older women- 4th May.

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

"told you I like gentle giants so you softened up." Zayna thought starting over would just mean working harder and keeping her head down. Instead, she finds herself pulled into a connection that challenges her in ways she didn't expect. The closer they get, the harder it is to tell where tension ends and something real begins. #3️⃣ sxs ⚠️ wlw | sxs ⚠️ ‼️ MUST READ ‼️

5:30 AM. Breakfast. Lunch packed. Laundry. Dishes. Designs for women who get to leave the house. Dinner by six. Every. Single. Day. Liora Bennett used to be a name in fashion. Now she's a routine, one her wife built for her, brick by brick, disguised as love. Victoria Hale doesn't hit her. Victoria just needs to know where she is. Who's looking at her. Why she'd ever want to leave a house this beautiful, a life this provided for. Liora tells herself it's fine. She defends her wife even when no one's asking her to. Even after the night she almost lost their baby alone bleeding, terrified, driving herself to the hospital while Victoria slept two doors down and didn't wake up. She's still telling herself it's fine. Until Victoria's boss sees her across a crowded mall. Valentina Ashcroft doesn't smile. Doesn't laugh. Runs half the city and buries the other half when they get in her way. Nobody's ever seen her soften for anything. Until now. Liora built her whole life around staying small enough not to be noticed. She's about to find out what happens when the most dangerous woman in the city notices her anyway. Some cages are made of silk. They're still cages.

A collection of snippets within Leah and Jess' life together, that went unseen within "Fighting Society" and "Learning to Adapt". If you have any ideas of what you'd like to see, feel free to leave ideas in the comments!

Looking from the sidelines watching cheerleaders getting tossed in the air, footballs being thrown, people getting tackled, people shouting and yelling, and coaches tossing their clipboards in the grass. But, I only see you. With your long curly hair, your siren amber eyes, your alluring smile, your laugh. You're popular, the head cheerleader, and you're dating the captain of the football team, and I'm just someone in the background on the sidelines.... a mascot. °☆☆° P.S- I love to read y'alls comments! :3☺️ #2 on Cheerleader - July 6th, 2025 #4 on gxg- September 7th, 2025 #6 on intersex- September 3rd, 2025 #1 on angstwithhappyending- July 7th, 2025 #7 on popular- July 24th, 2025 #1on teens- January 21th, 2026 #1 on awkward- August 9th, 2025 #2 on wlw- August 7th, 2025 #2 on slowburn- August 23th, 2025