Anna Shumate is broke, unemployed, and completely winging adulthood from a New York City townhouse she shares with her friends. When everyone bails on her for the night, she does what any desperate extrovert would do: crash an exclusive art gala for the free wine using an old membership card left behind by a former roommate. She's almost caught and denied entry... until a cold, striking stranger slides in beside her and pretends to be her plus-one. Enter Sabrina Quesada: a fiercely driven artist with a sharp tongue and no patience for roadblocks, including Anna. But the universe (and the internet) has other plans. After their pretend couple act goes unexpectedly viral, Anna and Sabrina are stuck keeping up appearances for connections, clout, and increasingly complicated feelings. What starts as a one-night con spirals into a slow-burn romance neither of them saw coming. After all, the art of pretending is easy... until it starts to feel real. Author's note: Please feel free to comment on/vote for the chapters you enjoy, it's good encouragement for me to keep writing! Thank you so much for your support!

In a world that moves too fast, she's learning to breathe slowly. To feel again. To let someone touch the parts of her she thought were long gone. There are no crowns here. No thrones. Just the quiet war of learning how to be held without flinching. She doesn't beg for safety. She creates it in silence. And when she kneels, it's not for weakness- it's because she trusts. But trust has a pulse. And it just might be hers. A story of shadows softened by light, of control given, not taken. Of healing whispered through touch, and love written in silence. This isn't where the pain begins. It's where it learns to rest. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : EMOTIONAL INTIMACY SUBSPACE SLOW-BURN HEALING TRIGGERING THEMES (VULNERABILITY, TRUST, PAST TRAUMA) 🔴 Tops: 🔴 1. Save haven 8/1/2026 1. Cozy vibes 8/1/2026 1. Soft dark 8/1/2026 1. Trustworthy 8/1/2026 1. Soft dominance 19/1/2026 1. Healing through love 19/1/2026 2. Wlw 3/1/2026

Completed :) '"May I?" She said, mimicking my tone from earlier. I nodded, almost letting out a moan as I felt her body push against mine. Her hands slid their way up from my waist to my arms, wrapping her hands around mine. "Hold it like this." She shuffled about trying to get her feet in the right position before placing her head above my shoulder to aim. "Shoot." I shot and it landed right above the target by like a centimetre. "Try again." I aimed a bit better and shot again. This time I hit it perfectly. "Good girl." She whispered in my ear.' GxG Smut warning 18+ TW blood, violence

Josie: I found a guy, he seemed nice enough, we fooled around! It's not my fault that he didn't tell me he had a girlfriend! How would I have known it was the bitchy blonde, Tatum Levine's boyfriend?! I thought we'd never have to talk again after she understandably kicked me out, but of course the world hates me, because we are partnered together for a group project. Tatum: It's not her fault, not really, but she unintentionally is the proof I needed to confirm nobody stays. Not really. They might still be in my life but they're already gone. Even the boyfriend, my last test to see if people really stayed, failed. And now I have Josie, the most annoying, talkative girl in my class, following me around like a leech. The worst part? I'm beginning to like being around her, and now, I have to keep reminding myself that she is not an exception. She'll leave, too.

"Let go of me right now, or I swear I'll scream!" Sophia's voice quivered with escalating frustration and fear. "Go ahead, do whatever you like, Sophia. Just remember, we're married-I own you!" Alex replied coldly. Sophia's fear surged as she processed Alex's words. She struggled desperately to free herself, but Alex's grip was firm, and with her other hand pressed against the wall, Sophia found no way to escape. "That smart mouth of yours needs to learn its lesson-and not just the mouth, but the one who owns it too. So tell me, dear wife, have you ever been touched by a woman before?" Alex asked coldly, her eyes locked on Sophia as she struggled to break free. Sophia's eyes widened in disbelief at Alex's words. It was clear she had lost her mind. Her heart pounded heavily with fear, dreading what Alex might do next. "Alex, please, I beg you-don't do this. Let go of me, please!" Sophia pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. Alex merely laughed, clearly enjoying Sophia's visible fear. It was evident that her question had struck a nerve. "Alex, please, just let go of me." Sophia continued to beg, but Alex remained unmoved, seemingly deaf to her desperate please. "Let me tell you a secret, Sophia." Alex whispered, slowly bringing her face closer to Sophia's ear. She inhaled deeply, taking in the subtle scent from her neck, her lips barely grazing the sensitive skin. "Begging turns me on." Alex whispered in her ear, her breath warm and unsettling as she softly bit down on Sophia's earlobe. Alexandria Van Leeuw and Sophia de Jongh are bound by an old agreement between their grandfathers: Sophia must marry Alexandria, who is entangled with the mafia. Thrust into a world of fear and chaos, Sophia struggles with her lack of choice and the danger surrounding her new life. As the two navigate the treacherous waters of their forced union, will unexpected affection bridge the gap between them, igniting a love that could change everything?

Tras ser plantada en el altar, Lara decide no volver a sentir, así cerrando su corazón. Todo cambia cuando aparece Sofía, una chica narcisista, divertida y llena de fuego, que desafía sus muros y la obliga a redescubrir el riesgo -y la belleza- de volver a amar.

Seraphina Esposito is a mafia queen.. cold, ruthless, untouchable. At twenty-five she rules an empire built on fear, wielding power like a blade and believing feelings to be nothing but weakness. Love, family, softness.. those are luxuries she's burned out of herself. Or so she thought. Then comes Elowen Morgan. Beautiful. Too emotionally intelligent. Kindhearted. Too pure for a world like hers... and yet, impossible to ignore. With honey-brown eyes that see too much and a quiet defiance behind her smile, she unsettles everything Seraphina thought she knew. Seraphina doesn't do love. But desire? Obsession? The urge to claim what should never have been hers? That, she can't seem to resist. What happens when a woman who feels nothing meets the one person she can't stop feeling?