Dr. Cameron O'Clare believed being the smartest girl in the room meant she was in control of her research and her life. But when Dr. Mavis Leroy, a brilliant and fiercely private expert in environmental psychology, backed her breakthrough project, everything shifted. Leroy did not just fund the work. She embedded herself into Cameron's world. The choices were no longer hers. She became the variable Cameron had not accounted for. The catalyst. Power. Intimacy. Surrender. Suddenly, Cameron was not sure what she wanted or who held the reins. Like any true catalyst, Leroy did not change herself. She changed everything around her.

"It always made you feel powerful when I beg, right?" Morana murmured, her eyes softening as she lowered herself to the cold floor. "So let me beg." Nerezza always knew how to clean up her messes. Knew where to scrape, where to smooth over with a domestic shine of innocence. Erase the evidence. Rephrase the story. Recalibrate the damage. But what happens when the mess starts talking back?

Sketching the Artradiction - Rich X Rich NOTE: Typical story

Vanessa Valencia Cervantes, a disaster-certified structural engineer, has spent her life building unshakable foundations-both in her career and her heart. ​ She doesn't need love, and she certainly doesn't need anyone telling her what she's missing. ​ But when an earthquake traps her with Celine Amarante Lucero, a sharp-tongued criminal defense attorney who wears confidence like armor, everything changes. ​ Four days under a broken ceiling turn survival into intimacy, and touch into vows neither of them expected. ​ Now, they're no longer just survivors-they're each other's only case. ​ Objection: Mine. ​ No hearings. No appeals. ​ Just one final ruling-she's hers.

For this one I got inspiration from a song called "Dear No One" by the lovely Tori Kelly (She is freaking ahmazing). Now on with the summary: Wren (pronounced Ren) Michaelson is not the type to just spew her feelings on anyone she comes in contact with. She is used to just bottling them up until she just can't take it any more. And lately the feeling of loneliness has been eating at her. With so many couples being around her and her being the only one that is single she can't help it. So she spills her feelings on to a random sheet of paper in her notebook. Being her forgetful self she leaves it behind. When Wren finds the notebook again what she doesn't except is to see that someone wrote back. Even weirder Wren can't help but to reply. She realizes that she may not be as lonely as she thought. Her life gets a little complicated.Cover by: @SammyWammyLlamma

Her boss. Who would've guessed? - #3 in lesbianlove #5 in shefellfirst #5 in sapphic #2 in sapphic #1 in shefellharder #2 in shefellfirst #1 in bossxemployee Thank you for reading.

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

and i knew we wouldn't be just "friends".

She's not weird, she's not nerd, she's not allergic to people..but she's allergic to men..she had hypersensitivity (HSP) ,she's not really afraid to men but she's scared to kill them in second when men accidentally touch her or tried to touch her. Her name is Maxine but like being called Xin, because of her condition, she had also a problem touching any women that are sexually touch by a man, she don't know it but her body knows it. She love women that are fresh, and virgin, never been kissed or touch by any men in sexual way. How can she find a woman like that when this new generation have hormonal issues? And how can she avoid this women trying to get her attention? Will God hear her prayers? Finished this story at the year of 2020 Desclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental. © Copyright 2020 All Rights Reserved

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.