This isn't a love story. It's a system of pleasure. And pressure. Heather and Claudia enter it together. Neither walks out the same. The Club offers more than money or lust. It offers exposure. To others. To themselves. Submission and dominance trade places like breath. Masks slip when no one is supposed to be looking. The Club doesn't care who you are. Only what you bring to the table. And what you're willing to give up. Psychological. Erotic. Female-led. With a reach beyond categories.

When a family friend's suicidal daughter becomes her patient, Dr. Annabelle is forced to confront the one thing more dangerous than depression: Attachment. "I don't need your help, Doctor Annabelle." She laughed, but it sounded exhausted. "Though if you have discovered a way to screw the depression out of someone, I would be willing to hear your treatment plan."

(TeacherxStudent) ❝ i found love where it wasn't supposed to be, right in front of me ❞ - Amber Run Sent to a boarding school in England to try and put her on the straight and narrow, Evelyn Luis doesn't even expect to make it through the first semester. But her teacher and dorm leader seems to have some kind of hold over her, and Evie finds herself becoming obsessed with the one person she cannot have. They say everything happens for a reason, and maybe their paths were always meant to cross, but at what cost? Perhaps following your heart can be dangerous, particularly when your heart leads you to the forbidden.

Raven didn't ask to be here. A strict boarding school, a cold-eyed teacher, and rules that seem made to be broken. Ms. Hartmann is everything Raven despises - sharp, poised, untouchable. But the more they clash, the more it feels like something's burning underneath. In a world of secrets and silences, one thing's for sure: When desire looks like danger, someone always gets hurt. ➤ GL Romance | Teacher x Student | Ice Queen x Rebel | Enemies to Lovers ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅ n/a : very slooow burn

Harper Quinn is all soft edges and vintage ribbons - the kind of girl who writes love poems she never sends and spends weekends digging through record bins. Nineteen. Bright-eyed. A little too curious. And far too drawn to the woman behind the desk. Professor Vivian Wolfe is everything Harper isn't. Forty. Composed. Cold. Draped in sharp suits and cigarette smoke, with a voice like velvet and a stare that cuts through excuses and innocence alike. Their worlds should never collide - not outside of annotated essays and closed classroom doors. But literature has always blurred the lines between longing and taboo. And Wolfe, for all her rules and red pens, starts reading Harper like a story she can't put down. She was supposed to teach her restraint. Instead, she taught her how it feels to burn.

Mackenzie is no stranger to the world of fashion. But what happens when she becomes the personal assistant to one of the hottest CEOs of the industry?

When Sadie Harper arrives at the prestigious Oakridge High School as the new literature teacher, with her charisma and unconventional style, she quickly wins over her students... and earns the disapproval of Clare Donovan, her strict and perfectionist department colleague. While Sadie thrives on chaos and spontaneity, Clare clings to order and discipline. From the very first day, their personalities clash like two opposing forces destined never to see eye to eye. However, when they are forced to work together, they soon realize that the differences that separate them also have an undeniable pull. Their rivalry turns into a reluctant partnership filled with heated debates, lingering glances, and a tension neither of them can ignore. What starts as a battle of personalities soon transforms into something deeper that threatens to break down the carefully built walls around them. Is it just competition, or is there something hidden between the lines, waiting to be uncovered?

Her sigh was quiet, but heavy with something like disappointment. "You're far too stubborn for your own good." Before I could respond, she bent - and without warning, her arms were around me again. "Wait-! My Lady, please!" She lifts me up. One arm beneath my knees, the other steady behind my back. "Alcina-!" I squeaked, gripping her shoulder. She looked utterly unbothered. "If you refuse to rest on your own, then I will ensure it myself." She shifted her hold on me, placing me on her hip. We were halfway up the stairs before I realised what was happening. The other maids had stopped to stare, eyes wide. I put my face in Alcina's neck to hide myself as best as I could. "Oh no, oh no." Alcina chuckled. "Perhaps next time you'll listen when I tell you to stay in bed." Alcina said faint amusement curling in her voice. No character are mine except for Ella. This is based off of Resident Evil. (Photo from pinterest: @iamjacksonphotography)

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

Emily Nelson is an eighteen-year-old high school student stepping into her final year, determined to get through it like any other. But everything shifts when she meets Ms. Miller, the new English teacher, thirty-two, composed, and impossible to ignore. From the moment Emily walks into her classroom, something about Ms. Miller lingers in her mind. It starts small - a glance held a second too long, a voice that cuts through the noise, a presence that feels impossible to shake. But over time, those moments begin to build into something Emily can't quite name-and even less control. And yet, the more Emily tries to focus on everything else-school, friends, her final year-the harder it becomes not to notice her. Not to think about her. Not to want what she knows she shouldn't. What will happen when lines begin to blur, when silence becomes heavier than words, and when the distance between student and teacher starts to feel impossibly fragile? In a year meant for endings, Emily might just find herself beginning something she can't easily walk away from.