Check the first and second book before reading this one, if you want of course. ✓The Violinist ✓Broken Strings *** Aurora and Daisy have been friends since they were kids, they grew up together, did everything side by side, they were inseparable, just two little girls living their lives helping and caring for each other. Now as highschool seniors they've started to drift away from one another, but aren't they friends? Bestfriends,? Shouldn't bestfriends stick together? Is Aurora and Daisy really just bestfriend? Or is there more to the story? Read and find out!

"Giana, I let you get away with your disrespect long enough. You do not tell me to shut up. Disrespecting a Moltisanti is like disrespecting God." The shorter woman scoffed as best as she could seeing her air supply was being cut off. "Oh, so you think you're a god now?" Lucia twisted their bodies pressing Giana against the wall with a thud. "Con il modo in cui potrei averti in ginocchio implorando pietà." ["With the way, I could have you on your knees begging for mercy."] \\\\ Giana wanted nothing more than to graduate and finally move far away from her father who was the Mayor of Chicago and the public eye. But during winter break, she finds all her plans are put on hold when she's kidnapped and forced to spend the next few months at the Moltisanti Estate. Updates every other day!

"You're a headfuck, a complete headfuck." Red's back is turned as she breathes before heavy raindrops meet her face. "Where is this coming from?" Layla asks out of confusion as she attempts to pull Red by the wrist when Red pulls away quickly. "Don't- don't touch me." Red's voice comes out as a low raspy tone as she towers over Layla, brown meeting green. "Why?" Layla asks, gulping. "Because if you touch me, i'm scared i won't be able to hold back." Red hesitantly speaks as raindrops slide off her face and fall onto Layla's. "Then let me." _____ Reagan Levine and Layla Elsher are high school students in Northern England. The pair grew up with a large dislike for one another's existence purely out of spite. Reagan, also known as Red, grew up with only a father in an abusive home, having no mother or siblings makes her fend for herself in other ways.. ways you wouldn't call legal for a student. Red has despised Layla for the entirety of her being due to the sheer fact she has everything she wants, and maybe even more than that.. Layla Elsher has hated Red because she sees her as nothing but a bully. Not knowing why Red has turned out the way she is leads everyone to make their own perceptions of her intimidating manners when operating around others. Layla is popular and known to any man kind, the boys drool all over her and she loves it. It's the final year of high school for both of these girls, they're enemies since they could remember, but wait and see as Revulsion becomes Lustful throughout their last year of school..

Pretty When She Listens Some girls chase dreams. Eleanor got chased by a fantasy. What happens when opportunity arrives... dressed in dominance, dripping with curiosity, and wrapped in possessiveness? Where Mommy and Daddy stop being innocent titles... and become commands whispered into trembling ears. Where small meets powerful- Where shy meets seductive- Where pretty little things in pink skirts and oversized tees get seen, stripped down, and reconstructed. Eleanor Grace Whitlock was invisible. A quiet 5'1" design student who stuttered when people said her name. But then they walked in-Céleste Romanov-Voss and Irina Voss-Romanov. One is a French goddess dipped in silk and sin. The other? A Russian storm in a tailored suit. Behind Eleanors eyes is a freak waiting to be bitten. Beneath their poise is a hunger thats waited too long. And between them all? A fire that says: From Hi, Mrs. and Mrs. to Yes, Mommy. Yes, Daddy. Shes not ready. They dont care. Anyone who looked at her or even breaths in their little girl's way they are dead

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

As Manhattan's most feared criminal defense attorney, Valentina Pierce doesn't lose-cases, control, or composure. Her life is built on unbreakable rules and airtight boundaries, all designed to keep her one step ahead of chaos. Then Emery Vale walks into her office. The brilliant and scandal-shrouded tech CEO is facing a federal indictment that could destroy her empire. She's arrogant, reckless, and entirely too comfortable breaking rules. Valentina knows better than to get close-but Emery makes resistance feel like weakness. What starts as strategy meetings and legal briefs turns into late nights, charged glances, and a battle of wills neither woman is prepared to lose. Valentina is used to dominating the courtroom-but with Emery, every glance is a dare, every touch a negotiation. -RANKINGS- 🥇#1 in #girlxgirlbook 🥇#1 in #lesbianbook 🥇#1 in #womanxwoman 🥇 #1 in #loveislove 🥇 #1 in #client

At just a few months old, Myra was stolen in the dead of night; torn from her father, her brothers, and her twin. Escaping the orphanage, surviving the streets, and blind to the people that 'saved' her, Myra didn't just endure. Myra clawed her way out, and she burned everything in her wake to ashes. Seventeen years later, she's not just alive. She's powerful. Dangerous. Untouchable. Myra built her empire from the blood she's bled, the blood she's spilled, and secrets she'd kill to protect. It's not just her identity she's concealing - it's the cracks. She's back. But she's not the little sister they imagined. Can she keep everything hidden when a twist of fate drops her into the lap of her so-called family?

l stealthily parked my car just so I could surprise him because this could be the universe making sure I delivered this news to him earlier than I intended. l quietly made my way inside, but he wasn't in the kitchen or the living room, which meant he was in our bedroom. As I drew closer, my heart started pounding because of the strange sounds that were coming from the room. My pace slowed down, and my whole body started shaking, but the moans got closer and closer, louder and louder. When I opened the door, I got the surprise of my life. My sister and my husband having sex on my bed. ***** On the day I found out the news that I had been waiting for for years, I got a very big surprise when I found my sister and my husband in bed together. Everything that I knew and believed and changed that day and my whole world fell apart. I had a loving and supportive sister and my husband that I was sure would die for me but turns out I was lying to myself all along. I ran away that day in order to protect my unborn baby but the betrayal created a fire of hate and revenge inside of me that I could never extinguish. 8 years later. l'm back but I'm not the girl that left here broken and shattered. I've come to collect everything that was owed to me by the people that I trusted most in the world. I won't just snatch their peace and happiness, I'll take away everything they hold dear. I'll leave them alone and destitute just like I Once Was and they will have nobody to turn to. Revenge is a dish best served cold and l waited 8 years to claim it.

[GP] Jennie Ruby Jane. People mistook her beauty for innocence, but her allure was never pure. It was deliberate, calculated, and devastatingly effective. Every line of her body carried an unspoken promise, and every glance was a test of willpower. A law student in her final year, she knew the power of words and wielded them like a blade-sharp, persuasive, lethal when she chose. Behind her red-painted lips and smoldering eyes was a mind sharper than any cross-examination. Lisa Manoban. A surgeon with ice-untouchable, unreadable. Her hands were steady, her heart carefully stitched shut after a painful past. Her beauty was clinical, almost cruel in its precision, a face carved in marble with eyes that gave nothing back. She spoke in measured tones, as if every word cost more than it was worth, and silence was her favorite weapon. While others sought warmth, Lisa offered only cold truth, her gaze dissecting people the way her scalpel did flesh. Together, they make the perfect storm- temptation and control, fire and ice, heat and emptiness. Can they turn the storm into a perfect weather? Or will the storm keeps swirling around?