In a world where shadows are sharper than truth, Aurelia Blaine awakens with nothing but a name, a high-rise empire, and a father who seems all too eager to guide her steps. Outwardly ruthless and poised, she's the enigmatic owner of Blaine Company-a woman of elegance and steel. But behind closed doors, the cracks in her memory echo louder than she'll ever admit. When threats begin to circle, protection arrives in the form of Davina Lia Sokolova-a striking, soft-spoken bodyguard with eyes like secrets and precision like a blade. Cold on the outside, unreadable by design, Davina is everything Aurelia shouldn't trust. Yet, the more danger tightens its grip, the more impossible it becomes to deny the pull between them. But in a city where loyalty is currency and silence is survival, nothing is ever what it seems. Because the truth? It's waiting to bleed through. And when it does... it won't ask for permission. ❀ "You want to play?" I teased. She smiled. "I'm already naked." "That's not what I meant." I leaned in, kissed her jaw, bit her earlobe. "I want all of it off. The control. The act. The smirk. Take it off." Her pulse jumped beneath my lips. "Then make me." So I did. ❀ First Best Rankings: #1 on lostmemories 28/08-25 #1 on aurelia 11/09-25 #1 on ceoxbodyguard 13/09-25 #1 on lesbian 06/10-25 #1 on davina 09/11-25 #1 on femxfem 29/12-25 #1 on twisteddestiny 15/07-26 Milestones: 10k views on 15/06-25 100k views on 12/10-25 Timeline: Started on February 2025

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.

It always ends the same.. you with me.

If I needed to, I'd break every bone in my body just to feel her love. It's so soft and pure. It's not something you just throw away. She's not someone you just throw away. - Stella Perez.

🤍 Story description 🤍 Myla swore she was done with Noah. Done with the lies. Done with the heartbreak. Done with loving a man who only knew how to destroy her before begging for another chance. But Noah has never been good at letting her go. What starts as one reckless night pulls them right back into each other's chaos. Old wounds, buried secrets, and the grief neither of them ever healed from. While Noah fights to keep her, Myla begins realizing love was never supposed to hurt this much. Then she meets Trim. Patient, protective, and nothing like the man she spent years trying to survive, Trim gives Myla the kind of love she never thought existed. But when dangerous secrets from his past collide with Noah's powerful family, everyone's lives are put at risk. And this time, love alone might not be enough.

"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.

In the quiet glow of a city loft, power shifts not through force, but through gaze, breath, and the heat of unspoken understanding. Tay is calm, deliberate - a woman who commands without raising her voice. Her presence alone is enough to unravel Miyra, the sharp-tongued rebel who swore no one could ever tame her. But when the silence thickens and the air turns heavy, Miyra finds herself yielding - not out of weakness, but trust. There's a tension between them that hums just beneath the surface: one forged in restraint, laced with hunger, and bound by the kind of connection that strips a person bare. What happens between them isn't a game - it's surrender in its purest form. And tonight, with every word and every glance, Tay makes one thing clear: Miyra doesn't need to be conquered. She just needs to be seen. And Tay sees everything.

Adapted From: Studs Get It Wetter. When desire becomes obsession, how do you walk away from the one who owns you? MUST READ.

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