WINTER I am a St. James.Not by blood, but by marriage. For seven years, Vivienne St. James made my life a nightmare. Beautiful, cruel, and impossible to escape. When my mother divorced her cheating father, I took the first chance I got and left for France. For three years, I was free. But not I was back.And I find everything completely different from the way that I left it.My mother had started her father making us step sisters again. I'm back in New York on a full scholarship to St. Celestine University; a school built on privilege, secrets, and scandals. And its Ice Queen is still Vivienne St. James. The girl I hate.The girl who hates me The girl I was going to seduce and make mine. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: VIVIENNE Winter Durceaux was back. After two years, she was standing on my campus again. And she an entirely different person.One who oozed in confidence and arrogance. She thinks I hate her. Maybe I do Or maybe I hate that she's the only person I've never been able to forget. St. Celestine destroys people like Winter. But something told me she was going to destroy me first.

BANKS The fall semester has officially started. It's only been a couple weeks after the Summer Ball and the events following afterwards.The town was different.And a lot of shit was starting to happen The reemergence of Aaliyah Reynolds,my mother. A new school created between Vale and our rivals,Cedar. The towns distrust in the founding families especially the Alexander's And worse of all,Phoebe Hastings. She's convinced that I was in need of help and she was my only relief PHOEBE Banks is suffering.I know it. She hide behind the dark rumor and fucking all she wants. But I see the girl who spends too long staring into space.The girl who doesn't sleep.The girl who doesn't understand emotions The girl who looks exhausted even when she's smiling. Banks Alexander has spent her entire life convincing people she doesn't need anyone. But lately, I think she's forgetting how to need herself.

SCARLETT Rule number one, never fall in love with your stepsister, rule number two, definitely and I mean definitely never fall in love with your stepsister who is a diagnosed psychopath. Thankfully I will be able to keep those rules easily since I never loathed anyone more than I loathe Sloane Blackwell. What she did I can never forgive and never forget. SLOANE Obsession is such an interesting feeling, you just get hooked and can't stop fixating on your prey. Too bad for Scarlett Beaumont the prey in question is her. She hates me oh so beautifully too, I know she'll never forgive me, good thing I don't need her to. She will be mine either way, I won't stop until she is, and her hate? That just keeps me warm at night. Let the games begin, shall we?

"I don't belong to anyone, and I sure as hell don't belong to you" "sweetheart, you've always belonged to me." __________________________________________ For as long as Addison Belmore could remember, she and her best friend, Briar Reid, had been attached at the hip. From playing softball together to falling asleep on the couch while some shitty movie played in the background, they were inseparable. That all changed at the start of freshman year when a party was thrown on Halloween and Addison found Danny Hughes, her boyfriend, and Briar making out on the couch while he was practically fucking her through her clothes. Addison waited days for a text, a call, or even an email. She just wanted anything Briar could give her that could somewhat resemble an apology-but she never sent one. The worst part was that Briar lived right across the street from Addison, yet she still had the absolute audacity to do nothing. After a few weeks of silence, Addison promised herself she'd never talk to Briar again, and that she would become everything Briar ever wanted to be. But promises do change..... __________________________________________ In present time Years had passed, and by the time senior year rolled around, their hatred for each other had become known in the entire school. They only had one more year of high school left together, but surviving it was going to be an absolute nightmare. they're also now captains of the softball team. They were stuck sharing the same dugout, leading the same team, and fighting for the exact same ending. Addison had spent years building herself up to be everything Briar couldn't touch but will her walls crumble? Content Warnings:⚠️ Smut / Explicit Content Enemies-to-Lovers Hate & Toxic Dynamics Physical & Emotional Abuse Underage Drinking & Smoking Strong Language & Curse Words Physical & Verbal Fighting eating disorder Sexual assault RANKINGS ~ 2# POPULAR 5# SPORT

CECILY I would like to say that I was off the hook this summer and could finally relax.But that doesn't seem to be the cast.Because I had a summer internship with the Vale Ravens as an intern.And you know who else was a intern?Lillian Valentine. I had a job to do.simp to say the least. Make sure Freya Alexander stays away from Lillian. Easy enough right? Wrong. Because for the longest time me and Lillian our forced in the same arena doing the same task together.Those feelings that I tried to push down just keep emerging.And the worse part? Lillian was feeling it too. :::::::::::::::: LILLIAN . If someone had told me a year ago that I'd be working under the Vale Ravens' summer program, I would've laughed in their face. If they'd told me I'd be paired with Cecily Whittaker every other shift, I would've called it sabotage. And if they'd told me I'd start noticing the way she bites her lip when she's concentrating-like it's the only thing keeping her from saying something she can't take back-I would've assumed they were insane. But here I am. Trying to act normal. Trying not to look at her too long. Because Cecily doesn't just watch me. She tracks me. Like I'm an anomaly she can't categorize, an error she's been assigned to correct but hasn't decided how to handle yet. Because Cecily has rules. I've seen them. I've watched her enforce them on everyone else like they're iron-clad. But why does it feel like she is softer with me?

"Relax," I murmured softly. My voice dropped without me even thinking about it, lower now, closer. "Is this okay?" Charlotte hesitated. I felt it in the way her shoulders shifted beneath the tension, the tiny pause before she answered. Her fingers tightened once more around the armrests. Then loosened slightly. "...Yes." The word came out quieter than before. Careful. Neither of us spoke. Then, after holding there for just a second too long, I leaned forward. Slowly-so slowly it almost felt deliberate enough to give her time to stop me, if she wanted to. The distance between us shrank inch by careful inch, my gaze flickering briefly to her lips before lifting again to her body posture, searching for any sign that I should pull back. But I didn't. And when the last trace of space between us finally disappeared, I kissed her. --- Audrey DuPont is used to the party life, smoking and drinking until the sun comes up, and throwing money without a second thought. But what happens when money can't save her? Charlotte Brown is the polar opposite of the head cheer captain. She's stoic, quiet, smart, and most of all, she isn't a trust fund kid like the rest. The only thing on her mind is graduating and making money. They both want something from each other, but as the thin line blurs between academics and attraction, they'll have to wonder: Is it really worth it?

This is a standalone, mature sapphic romance. Cara Laurent dislikes risks. She's always been the planner, the organizer, and the picky one of her friends. Naturally, she's been bent out of luck when it comes to romantic relationships. So, when her friends encourage her to jokingly put in an application for a new reality dating show - she definitely didn't like it when production called her weeks later to offer her the position. But, Cara was tired of shitty hinge dates and conversations that led to nowhere. She was already approaching her late-twenties and all her friends were settling down - so why not take this risk? Ready to put her love life on national television, all seems to go smoothly until she's introduced to the rest of the cast. To her dismay, she's met face to face with an almost ex-failed-hook-up-slash mutual friend of hers - Emily Sinclair. Notorious for being unserious, unfaithful, and irritating as hell - Cara is livid to find out she's going to have to spend six weeks attempting to find the love of her life while ignoring the only mistake she's ever encountered.

Maxine Crawford had always embraced life on her own terms-calm, reserved and unafraid of any chaos that came with it. But what she never expected was for her return to her local high-school to unravel everything she thought she knew. Annabelle Quinn had always been a quiet, kind hearted, high-school senior, someone Maxine had barely acknowledged growing up. Annabelle was nothing more than her brothers good friend, someone who had always been "off limits" to her. When Maxine begins volunteering at the school, she starts seeing the girl in a new light. Behind those soft eyes, and gentle smiles, there was also a darkness, a web of secrets Anna had kept hidden for years. As Maxine becomes more entangled in Annabelle's world, she finds herself drawn to her, despite every instinct telling her to stay away. Their connection is undeniable, but some bonds are more dangerous than they first appear. (editing in the process)

Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most visible success story: a fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation polished to perfection. However, beneath the structure, Soleil is volatile. Petty. Bratty. Childish. Defiant in ways that don't belong in the world she dominates, and far less interested in discipline than she is in breaking it. When her father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to tolerate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply rooted in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through sanctuaries and society with quiet certainty, guided by devotion, restraint, and something far more rigid than faith. Willow does not bend, and when she cannot control something, she destroys it. They do not want to understand each other. But in a city that thrives on performance, the line between temptation and control becomes dangerously easy to cross.