Jaiden Mitchell and Zara Kane have hated each other for as long as either of them can remember Not rivalry people mistake for flirting, not some cute childhood competition they eventually grew out of Real fucking hatred The kind built across rival high schools, cheer mats, bloodied knuckles, suspensions, parents getting called, and years of people learning not to stand between them when one finally swings Freshman year at UNC is supposed to be Jaiden's chance to start over, living with her sister, finally having some freedom, and throwing herself into cheer, the one thing she refuses to fuck up and the same sport her mother once built a legacy in at Texas Zara Kane was never supposed to be part of that Then the redhead walks onto Jaiden's fucking mat For the first time in their lives, there is no rival school keeping them apart, no separate teams, no walking away after competition and pretending the other one stops existing Now Zara is everywhere Same campus Same team Same fucking uniform Jaiden already knows Zara better than she should, her habits, her tells, the people she talks to, the exact look she gets before she loses control She tells herself it is because Zara is her enemy Because you should know your enemy Because watching someone is different from wanting them Until beating Zara stops being enough Jaiden wants inside her head, under her skin, everywhere Zara has spent years refusing to let her be, and Zara is about to learn that hatred is a dangerous thing to feed when the person hating you has never known how to want anything halfway Zara thinks walking away means she escaped Jaiden knows better She never escaped a fucking thing Jaiden just hadn't decided it was time yet

"Can you stop treating me like I'm nothing?" "Or is that what I am. nothing to you." Adeline looks at me like I just asked her if the sky was green "Oh please don't act like that now when you were practically begging me to give you attention." I froze in place because I was trying to get her attention but I didn't think she would use it against me. "Answer the question Adeline." Trying to stay focused on the question I just asked her like I wasn't about to combust from her just looking at me. "You mean the world to me sweetheart." "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞." This book is about a crazy love story. Characters will go through emotional and endless battles while trying to still understand life and how they're feeling.

Psalm 46:10 "Be still" After living in France for 10 years with her grandparents, Rachel returns home to San Francisco over the summer. Her family owning one of most succesful companies in the country and wants her to start taking over. What they don't know is that she chose to not follow down their path. And living in a strictly conservative family with a secret that would get her disowned. While being pushed into a christian marriage she meets Alice again. Her mothers long time friend, who she has not seen since being a child. And then there's Sandra. The charming woman with the beautiful smile. Neither of them should be on her mind. They are old enough to be her mother and are women something her family would never approve of. But when Rachel's trip back home gets extended her life get's caught up in a love triangle between her and two women who were supposed to be off limits.

Adeline LaGrange. Thalia Maral. The two clash the moment they meet. Faith vs science, warmth and ice. But the more their worlds collide, the more something quiet and dangerous begins to bloom between them. As secrets inside the church unravel, Adeline is forced to question everything she was raised to believe. She must choose between the faith that shaped her and the woman who is slowly undoing her heart. Some desires don't feel like sin at all instead they feel like salvation.

She hired Dahlia to take care of her kids. Not to crawl under her skin, not to make her feel again, and most certainly not to fall in love with her. Scarlett Romano, mother of two. A woman carved from ice. Cold, powerful, ruthless, and engaged to a woman who looks perfect on paper. A decision made for the sake of legacy, image, and the future of her children. Love? That's a luxury she gave up a long time ago. But then, Dahlia shows up like a crack in her perfect foundation. She's soft where Scarlett isn't. Bright where Scarlett is guarded. Her children have learned to adore her. And Scarlett- despite herself, begins to crave her. To need her. But Dahlia? Dahlia is breaking. She's unraveling. Because she was never meant to belong here. She isn't who she claims to be. She didn't take the nanny job for the paycheck, or the kids. She took it because her father is holding her brother's life over her head. She's not a nanny, she's bait. A spy. A pawn in a game she doesn't want to play. Planted inside Scarlett's home to find weakness, to expose secrets, and burn it all from the inside out. What she didn't expect was the warmth of the children. She didn't expect them to start feeling like hers. She didn't expect Scarlett's rare, shattering softness. And she sure of hell didn't expect to fall in love with the woman she was sent to ruin. Now, Dahlia's caught between two impossible choices. Between the family she's beginning to love...and the family she's so desperate to save. And if the truth ever comes out. She won't just lose her job. It won't just break hearts. It'll ruin everything.

The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks. Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the corner of her plump lips, their eyes staying on each other. Her scent only made the dangerous woman more attracted to this beauty; her sweet and soft perfume lingered around her. The hand on the blondes throat was removed, and instead, caressing her soft, wavy blonde, putting it against her nose and sniffing. Renata's eyes closed in delight, the thick smell of pomegranate and roses gave her a soft tingle. Magnolia sobbed harder, trying to wiggle her way out of the situation. She whined once her hands were clasped together and held above her head. "Shh, my sweet flower, we don't want to attract attention now, do we?" The woman spoke finally, her lips brushing against Magnolia's ear. Immediately, Renata moved the gun from her mouth and wiped it on her jacket, stuffing it back in her waistband. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," she whispered, placing a lingering kiss on her neck. "though I can bite sometimes, and you my flower, are very tempting." 𑁍 Magnolia Tress - the blonde works at the most popular strip club in New York; a nervous, traumatised young woman on the run from her past which continues to haunt her 6 years later. As much as she tries to forget her roots and overcome the trauma, she's suddenly faced to it when the Big Boss pays a visit to America. Renata Abbott - highly feared woman for good reasons. Powerful, dangerous woman who would slay someone without a word to spare. She figured two things would happen when returning to New York: checking on legal businesses and checking on her illegal ones. What she did not expect was to discover a rat within her Mafia, and to become obsessed over a young, short blonde. HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 - french 4/3/2026 #7 - interracial 10/2/2025 #39 - lesbian 11/2/2

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓. 𝑼𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔 - 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 - 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔. 🥇#1 writing 🥇#1 Sapphic 🥇#1 syndicate 🥇#1 girlongirl 🥇#1 gxgbooks

ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴇ ɢᴀꜱᴘᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ʜᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜰ, ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴜɢɢɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀꜱʜ. "ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʀᴜʟᴇ," ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀᴇᴅ, ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛ ʙʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. "ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ." ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʀᴀᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʀɪʙꜱ. "ʏ-ʏᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀ'ᴀᴍ," ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴍᴍᴇʀᴇᴅ. ᴀ ʜᴜᴍ ᴠɪʙʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ, ʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ, ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴀꜱᴘ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ... ꜱʜᴇ ɪɴʜᴀʟᴇᴅ, ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ ꜱᴘɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀɪʙʙᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ. ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙʀɪᴇꜰʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜰ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴅʀᴇᴡ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. "ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ?" ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ, ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛɪʟᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴛʏ. ɪᴄᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏᴅᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ꜰᴜᴄᴋ.