Valentina, 26, a cold businesswoman shaped by perfectionist parents, hides her vulnerability behind calculated precision. Success came at the cost of warmth, masking the girl yearning for acceptance, not achievement. Her story is a battle to reconcile her true self with the flawless image she projects. Danielle, 21, is drawn to Valentina, the icy businesswoman others avoid. Seeing a puzzle, not coldness, she's determined to uncover the woman beneath. Danielle's quest is fueled by curiosity and empathy, seeking the warmth she believes is hidden within Valentina's walls. What happens when they cross paths?

[ G x G ] & [ B x B ] - romance sombre queer ♖ 𝕬𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕖 𝕻𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩, 𝕰𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕤-𝖀𝕟𝕚𝕤 𝕕'𝕶𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 "ℛℯ𝓃𝒹ℴ𝓇𝓈-𝓉ℴ𝒾, 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝒶𝒽. 𝒮'𝒾𝓁 𝓉ℯ 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾̂𝓉, 𝓇ℯ𝓋𝒾ℯ𝓃𝓈 𝓇ℯ̂𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝒶𝓋ℯ𝒸 𝓂ℴ𝒾..." Un battement d'ailes. Un bruissement. Un pressentiment. C'est ce qui perturbe la tranquillité de 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍, après s'être cachée dans un petit village d'Europe. À la suite d'un été bien particulier, assaillie par des souvenirs sanglants et angoissants, la jeune femme cherche vainement un calme qu'elle désespère mériter. Elle le sait pourtant... ... son attirance pour le danger ne l'a pas quittée. Elle sent et ressent que quelque chose arrive. Comme un monstre marin endormi depuis des décennies dans les abysses d'un tumultueux océan et qui menace de se réveiller à tout moment. Elle sait qu'elle a beau s'isoler loin de son ancienne vie, quelque chose ou quelqu'un viendra, tôt ou tard, la ramener ici... ... et ce qu'elle craint le plus, c'est de n'attendre que ça depuis des mois. Car ce bruissement d'ailes venaient du Corbeau autrefois, qui volait au-dessus des lois. Mais désormais, Norah sait qu'elle aussi s'est construit une image qu'elle redoutait. Et le Phénix n'attend qu'une chose... renaître de ses cendres pour obtenir vengeance, tandis qu'𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐘 semble regretter la sienne.

Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.

just read itlol

A sequel to Her Boss (gxg) - "I love you" "I don't fucking care" -

"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓." "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏." 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 was never supposed to be chosen. Yet, out of sixty thousand models, she was. Now under the control of StarCorp's cold and untouchable founder, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬, Ella finds herself pulled into a world of luxury, lust, and the impossible standards of fame. But Taylor plays a slow game. And Ella? She's determined to prove she's not as easy to break as the girls before her. [DISCLAIMER: The intended audience for this book is 18+.] © Tear Me Down may not be reproduced, copied, reposted or translated in any way unless explicit permission is given directly from the author.

𝘋é𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘵 𝘭'𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘯'𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘭 𝘺 𝘯𝘢î𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 à 𝘴'é𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴. ☽ Laurraine Courtoisier est présidente, la première femme qui ait occupée ce poste en France à ce jour. Elle était bien loin d'être aussi méprisante et froide que les hommes qui l'avaient précédée. Sa gentillesse et sa bienveillance faisait d'elle une femme accomplie et juste. Pourtant, après une seule année à la tête de son pays, Laurraine se voit progressivement ensevelie par les rumeurs qui courent dans les rues de Paris : sa relation avec la pilote grecque mondialement connue, Serena Vassa. En apparence sûre d'elle, Serena enchaîne les prix et distinctions depuis ses débuts dans l'automobile et la Formule 1. Cette année, elle n'a qu'un seul objectif : faire gagner son écurie à tout prix. Il n'a cependant fallu qu'une seule rencontre fortuite pour que la pilote se retrouve confrontée à la perspicacité et le charme étonnant de la figure la plus importante de France. L'interdit les unit, la distance les éloigne. Mais cette relation saura-t-elle les élever ou les entraîner dans leur chute ? [𝙬𝙡𝙬]

When Elizabeth moves back to her hometown of Everwood after a painful breakup, she doesn't expect her first stop at a cozy little coffee shop to change everything. Behind the counter is Rebecca-warm, captivating, and effortlessly charming-but Elizabeth has no idea that Rebecca is the wife of her best friend, Ryan. As chance encounters turn into lingering conversations over coffee, Elizabeth and Rebecca feel an undeniable spark. They laugh, share stories, and slowly begin to lean on each other-but both are blissfully unaware of the hidden connections between them. Over time, their friendship deepens, and the chemistry grows impossible to ignore. Each stolen glance, every shared secret, pulls them closer in a slow-burning dance of desire, longing, and forbidden attraction. With hearts on the line and boundaries they never expected to cross, Elizabeth and Rebecca must navigate the tension between what they feel and the lives they've built. A slow-burn, forbidden romance about love, self-discovery, and the danger of falling for someone you're not supposed to. (Some scenes are inspired by movie, including but not limited too; imagine me and you, I can't think straight, hunting wives...)

Dr Alexandria Byrne had once believed that tenderness was a kind of safety. A shelter. A promise. Then someone she loved broke that promise, and the aftershocks hollowed her out in ways she still couldn't speak of. Now, years later, she carried herself with the calm precision of someone who could not afford softness again. Her voice clipped, her posture immaculate, her emotions tucked away as neatly as the papers on her desk. Her colleagues called her distant. Students called her cold. But she called it survival. She never imagined the girl who would unravel all of it had already stepped onto campus-heart bruised, hands trembling, carrying a grief heavier than her rucksack. They would meet in a storm, though neither knew it yet.