Claire Whitmore is just trying to find her people- queer friends who love literature just as much as she does. When her younger sister Ashley sends a her a link to an online lesbian book club called 'The Margins We Keep, and tells her "Go be gay and read things." Claire joins. And everything changes from the moment she stumbled upon a quote from The Price Of Salt, it's posted by a user named Juliette. It's a beautiful and very haunting quote. It's Claire's favorite quote too. Claire replies-and Juliette answers. What starts as a shared love of literature quickly unravels into late-night threads, flirty emails, and a growing curiosity that expands across different time zones. Before they touched, they wrote. Every word a confession, every reply a seduction.

Genesis Del Castillo is the heir to the Spanish throne. Raised to believe she is incapable of love, Genesis has never felt the same desire for affection that her friends do, especially not toward men. But when her mother drops the shocking news that she must marry the Dutch Prince for the sake of appearances, Genesis's world is thrown into turmoil. At the engagement party, she meets Brooklyn Reid, the president's daughter, and in that moment, her understanding of love is forever changed. As her friendship with Brooklyn deepens, Genesis finds herself torn between duty and the blossoming feelings she cannot ignore. Engaged to Henrik Baas, she embarks on a secret relationship with Brooklyn, but is it sustainable? Will their love survive, or will Genesis be trapped in a marriage to a man she doesn't love-forever? This book is based on rwrb but wlw. The idea (apart from inspiration from rwrb) and characters were created by me and the book is edited through ai. This is not an ai generated story and all creative ideas come from myself (however inspiration may be taken from surroundings or my day to day life.) Ai is only used as an editor as i do not have a human editor as of yet. Please understand that this is not an ai generated piece of work and i have put time and effort into writing this. Any questions or concerns please feel free to send me a message on instagram @xsteamy_

From a confident crime reporter to an empathetic English professor. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢 is a bold woman with determination as strong as steel. Despite her impressive skills, the news agency she works at treats her like she's invisible. Uncovering the truth and exposing criminals makes her heart beat, and she never hesitates to speak out about the injustices in the world. With a new serial killer wreaking havoc in Los Angeles, her research leads her to Blackstone College. So she disguises herself as a professor, hoping to find the root of all evil. Charismatic Art professor by day, brutal serial killer at night. 𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐮 effortlessly hides the gallons of blood she fills behind a charming smile, and her words are as controlling as the strings on a puppet. Turning heads and causing everyone to adore her was as simple as making blood pour out of someone she despises. The hollow in her heart filled the moment she saw Shanila, and now she's driven by her desire to corrupt her morals. She haunts the souls on her hitlist, but when it comes to Shanila, her love for her takes over. One is convinced a fair sentence is the right and only way, the other thinks bad deeds should be cleansed with death. Their love unknowingly blinded them when they painted the hammer of justice with blood. The consequences for their actions awaited them, yet they couldn't find it in their heart to feel regret. ────୨ৎ──── !Correcting minor errors from time to time! Best rankings ever: #1 in reporter #1 in paintings #1 in womenlovingwomen #1 in justice #4 in lesbianstory #4 teacherxteacher #14 in blood

Layla is twenty years old, carrying invisible scars that never seem to heal. Her childhood was shaped by fear, control, and an abusive father whose presence still haunts her long after she escaped him. Nightmares plague her sleep, vivid and relentless, blurring the line between past and present. By the time she walks into her classroom each day, she's already exhausted-emotionally raw, guarded, and desperate to keep herself together long enough to survive another lecture, another reminder that she's supposed to be normal now. That's when she encounters Professor Natalie Harizanova. Natalie Harizanova is not the kind of professor students forget. She is razor-sharp, cold, and unyieldingly strict, with an icy composure that silences a room the moment she enters it. Students fear her without fully understanding why, and even fellow professors avoid lingering near her, lowering their voices or stepping aside when she passes. Disrespect doesn't exist in her presence-she cuts it down before it can breathe. Her bitterness is controlled, deliberate, and intimidating, and she takes her classroom seriously, demanding absolute focus, order, and discipline from everyone inside it. Natalie isn't here to entertain, nurture, or soften the edges for anyone-especially not Layla. From the moment their paths cross, Natalie sees something fractured beneath Layla's surface, something uncertain and malleable. What begins as strict instruction turns into something far more unsettling. Natalie teaches Layla lessons that go beyond textbooks and lectures-lessons about power and desire, obedience and discipline, control and consequence. Each interaction leaves Layla questioning herself, her reactions, and the pull she feels toward the woman who both terrifies and fascinates her.

❛𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗬𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗛❜ En donde la única hija del dios Dionisio, Olive Davenport, está dotada de dones poderosos, entre esos el que más odia: la locura. La ironía era que Olive se volvía loca a diario, y la razón tenía nombre, apellido y unas tormentas grises por ojos; Annabeth Chase. Olive odiaba sus rizos rubios de princesa. Odiaba sus ojos grises calculadores que siempre la miraban con fastidio. Odiaba el olor a limón de su cabello y odiaba la sonrisa que se formaba en sus labios cada que se burlaba de ella. Pero, sin duda, lo que más odiaba era la forma en que su tan sola existencia la volvía completamente loca en todos los sentidos de la palabra. Y cuando las Moiras se rieron en su cara y decidieron que el mundo las obligara a embarcarse juntas en una misión de la que dependería el bienestar de su campamento, Olive y Annabeth no tienen otra opción más que hacer un tratado de paz y esperar que funcione. Ahora la pregunta es: ¿Lograrán convivir en paz y superar su odio mutuo o se sumergirán en el caos de la locura hasta acabar consigo mismas? Peleas, celos, sentimientos encontrados y verdades ocultas. Un laberinto de emociones engañosas que hará lo posible para arrastrarlas a la oscuridad de la insanidad. ¿Quién será la primera en caer? • En proceso antvswftꨄ︎

𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚: 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳." ༻❁༺ They say every person has a mirror image of themselves. An example would be between the Grimes and Smith families. Both fathers took charge leading their respective communities. Both younger sons stayed by their father's side and did as they were told, while the elder ones tried to keep the peace inside. And when both mothers met their fate the fathers took the world by storm. In another world they most likely would've gotten along, but as they were just so similar it's truly no wonder why they hated each other so much. ༻❁༺ (Featured on the Wattpad Tik Tok Trending Reading List!) (OC x OC) (OC x Carl Grimes)

"𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡-𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒." Hᴇʀᴏ ᴏғ Wᴀʀ; 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 ꨄ If anyone asks, Andy Castillo is most definitely not in love with Clarisse La Rue. ꨄ

"We'll be a fine line, we'll be alrigth" or There is a fine line between love and hate. But what happens when that line gets blurrier by the second? or Florence Ferrara and Clarisse La Rue hate each other, rigth? ClarisseLaRue X fem!oc COMPLETE

"i think i want to join the hunters," "why's that?" "i don't see the appeal in boys. i think i'll fit right in," "carmen, sweetheart, have you heard of a lesbian?" ••• carmen kennedy was convinced the fates had it out for her. she was never supposed to be born, had been on camp arrest for half her life, AND had a reckless little brother that loved to give her heart attacks. oh, and not to mention, that she was a closeted lesbian with a crush on her brother's rival. [poseidon's daughter!oc x clarisse la rue] [she's a mess] [slight canon divergence] [started january 11th, 2024] [published january 25th, 2024] [IRREGULAR UPDATES]