Jennie Kim wants out. Out of her job, out of her boss's orbit, out of the constant stress that comes with being Executive Assistant to Lalisa Manoban-the youngest, most ruthless Vice-President the company has ever seen. But there's just one problem. Her resignation? Lisa refuses to accept it. Every time Jennie tries to quit, her boss shuts her down with a cool smirk, another impossible task, or a command that makes her blood boil. What Jennie doesn't know is that Lisa isn't keeping her for the company. She's keeping her for herself. Behind the ice-queen exterior and relentless perfectionism, Lisa is secretly harboring feelings with the one person who infuriates her the most. So she pushes Jennie's buttons. She makes her stay late. She interrupts dinners, calls at midnight, and demands the impossible, not just because she's addicted to control... but because it's the only way to keep Jennie close. One resignation letter, six weeks' notice, and a love story neither of them saw coming.

Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel. #1 in older women- 4th May.

After Sabrina Carpenter finishes her successful Emails I Cant Send Tour, her management team figured it'd be best for her to get full time security since she's gaining more fame. She's not very fond of having some rando follow her around everywhere so when she meets River Montgomery for the first time things are a bit rocky. Not only does she eventually fall for her bodyguard that she's supposed to hate but she has to juggle keeping their relationship a secret in order for River to keep her job. g!p OC

When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

Sam's life is... well, let's call it predictably underwhelming. Wake up, work, maybe eat (if she remembers), sleep, repeat. Honestly, her life has main-character potential, but somehow it's stuck in "background extra" mode, thanks to a series of very unfortunate circumstances. BUT: Plot twist. Her biggest dream is finally about to come true: a trip to Los Angeles with her girls. Sunshine, chaos, probably bad decisions... what could possibly go wrong? (Don't answer that.) ?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿ Hey guys! I really hope you'll enjoy this story ❤️ I'd absolutely love to hear your feedback or read your comments and I hope you'll fall in love with this story just as much as I did writing it. A lot of things in this story are inspired by real life... but I'm not telling you which ones :) Also, please don't come for me if some timelines feel a little off (time zones are confusing, okay?? Plus, some events happened at different times in real life, I tweaked it to work better for me) As for grammar... I may or may not have forced my brother to proofread sometimes (at least the parts I could actually show him 🫣), because his English is annoyingly better than mine. He also refused to let me write everything in lowercase, which honestly feels like a personal attack. So if something's wrong... blame him, not me. Content criticism, though? That's all on me xD Anyway, enjoy the story with me- uh, I mean Sam!

A girl named Willow, who with her mother just moved to a rather decaying block mainly to escape from her abusive father. Nevertheless, they attempt to start a new chapter, trying to rebuild their lives, despite living in a run down neighbourhood. Reese is a local gang leader who is is deeply involved in criminal activity , working for a man named Cartel to pay off her parents' debt, alongside her brother. Despite their different circumstances, Willow finds herself drawn into Reese's world, where love, danger, and survival intertwine. 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨.

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

Nalani has experienced more tragic loss than most her age. Her grief rules her, taking control of her life and chipping away at her sense of self. After deciding to get a job at a local record shop, Nalani grows acquainted with the shop owners, Billie and Finneas O'Connell. Nalani immediately intrigues Billie, and Billie makes it her mission to peel back the copious layers Nalani has wrapped around herself. Despite her curiosity about Billie, Nalani is plagued with survivor's guilt and has made a personal vow prohibiting anyone from getting too close, including Billie. This story deals with serious mental health issues, including depression and severe grief. Please read with caution.

Cora has spent months convincing herself she's over Billie. She isn't. Not even close. So when Billie reappears-different, distracted, and slowly forgetting more than she should-Cora is forced to confront a dangerous thought: if the past disappears, does that mean she gets another chance... or that she's about to make the same mistakes all over again? --- #1 startover - 05/06/26 #1 brain - 05/12/26 #1 fans - 07/03/26

One is hiding from the world. The other is trying to find her place in it. Ellie is perfectly content with her single flat and her Criminal Minds marathon, and a healthy dose of Tumblr nostalgia-until MoonPetal45 enters the chat. As the pressure of her final year mounts, this online stranger becomes her greatest support. Dr. Pembrose knows the rules. As a professor, she should have blocked the charming, accident-prone student the moment she recognised her. But in the quiet of her new home, the line between mentor and admirer is blurring, and Ellie's frequent run-ins with gravity are making the doctor fall a little too hard.