Sometimes we're not even fully aware of how similar hate and love really are. How closely they sit together, how thin the line is between them. One wrong word, one wrong choice, one moment of fear or anger, and you cross it without even realizing you've done so. That's how it had alwags been with Casey Miller and Olivia Lordan. They didn't hate each other for no reason. There were reasons, plenty of them, actually. Old wounds that never healed right, memories that calcified instead of fading, words spoken too young and carried for too long. But were those reasons valid enough? That was the question no one ever asked out loud. Because validity is subjective. Pain doesn't measure itself against intent. Trauma doesn't care how old you were, or what you meant to do. It just exists, heavy and unrelenting, shaping you whether you want it to or not. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has demons they fight in private. Some people turn inward and rot quietly. Some people explode. Some people run. Some people stay and harden. None of it is clean, and none of it is fair. And maybe that was the cruelest part for them. Not the hate. Not the anger. Not even the silence. But the fact that, once upon a time, it had been love, or something dangerously close to it, and that was what made everything else hurt so much more.

"Lily." she said my name, the letters falling from her mouth like petals wilting from a flower of sin. I didn't respond. Not because I didn't want to. I just didn't know what to say. "I am not going to leave this place without you. I know that I messed up before, but my biggest mistake of all would be losing you. I refuse to let that happen." 𓃠 𓃠𓃠 My name is Lily Lovelace, and I am as bubbly and feminine as my name is. I've moved around with my family from country to country due to my father's job. Due to my unstable and nomadic lifestyle, I've become closed off to true connection despite my strong desire for passion and romance. My heart found itself caught between its hunger for love and the safety of solitude. Eventually we settled down in the rural parts of Italy. I never would have expected to meet a fiery young woman all the way from New York City, with hair akin to a lion's mane and the personality of a cunning fox. Oh, Zafina Mustafa, the woman that you are. 𓃠 𓃠𓃠

"I've never been with a woman before." I was an echo chamber to her words as I made my admission shyly, looking away as my face grew hot with embarrassment. I wasn't lying. I never had been with a woman before. Especially not an older, well respected and successful woman. Vivian Black took me by my chin, forcing me to look her in the eyes, "Let me change that." I watched and allowed her to trace circles into my hip, "What about the men I told you about? She let out a small laugh, her lips now on my neck and her hand in between my legs, "I'll make you forget all about them."

Margot is a new student at Harmon High School, moving to her mother's small hometown after her parent's divorce. Being a senior in high school and still not knowing what you want to do can be stressful, especially when her new friend Sienna makes her question even more about herself.

Two women, who loved each other as girls meet again after Reagan Levine suddenly left on a gloomy night. Hatred, Confusion, and Pining turned cold after seven years of Layla Elsher waiting for her teenage love's explanation of this sudden heartbreak that changed her entirely. Their love is relentless, but at what expense is teenage love worth with the new lives they have now? [A sequel to Lustful Revulsion]