Eden is in her last year of high school, and she happens to have a new English teacher. Her new teacher is different from the other teachers Eden has had, which might be exactly what she needed. Or maybe not. ___ TW// subtle mention of self-harm, verbal (maybe physical) abuse, drug(ab)use, sexual intimidation, swearing, mental health shit. Things like that. ~slowburn~

✪ ASHLEY LEE A witty, sharp-minded 21-year-old university student, her intelligence and quick thinking have earned her an assignment unlike any other-a covert mission to investigate a high-profile case entwined with money laundering, smuggling, and trafficking. Amidst this dangerous pursuit, she encounters the enigmatic Prof. Demon, Professor D'Souza-someone destined to be her absolute "not-so-favourite." ✿ MRS. D'SOUZA A 35-year-old university professor of unyielding rigor. Cold, detached, and unfazed by the world, her stoic demeanor alone could silence a room. Emotionless, calculating, and formidable-she is a force few dare confront. ✯ PROLOGUE ✯ In the bustling halls of academia, Ashley Lee walks with a secret. Posing as an ordinary student, she is, in truth, a covert agent tasked with unraveling the hidden darkness lurking within the university's archives. With a trusted friend at her side, she collects fragments of truth, each revelation drawing her closer to the heart of a conspiracy. Yet the path is anything but simple. Enter Professor D'Souza-stern, intimidating, a wall of unyielding control. Their worlds collide: in classrooms, in corridors, in moments neither can predict. Two minds, two perspectives, clashing yet intertwined, as secrets, ambitions, and perhaps something far more fragile begin to weave together. ✷ FOR LOVE, LIKE TRUTH, IS NEVER NEAT-IT IS ALWAYS, UNDENIABLY, MESSY. 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 #𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐆𝐁𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 #𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

A heart that falters without reason. An illness no cure can touch. Behind it all lies a secret older than centuries, a bond spun from blood and fate. Vera, a gifted violinist, has lived her whole life with this fragile condition, never knowing her soul still carries the echo of a love torn apart. Selene, a vampire who has walked the night for ages, has searched endlessly for the one she lost-the bride stolen from her by those who condemned their forbidden vow. When their paths cross again, memory awakens, and the crimson thread between them pulls tighter. To heal the heart and reclaim their love, they must face the shadows of the past-and the enemies who would see them separated once more.

Sometimes the best lessons aren't learned in class, they're felt in the heart. Riley Hale's life runs on caffeine, chaos, and cupcake batter. At twenty-eight, she's mastered the art of single motherhood, sarcasm, and pretending she's totally fine that her love life has been replaced by late-night cleaning montages and her eight-year-old's existential questions. Then one morning, a frosty stranger in a perfect beige coat walks into The Sweet Spot bakery and straight into Riley's list of "people I will never impress." After one spilled coffee and a mortifying apology later, Riley is convinced she'll never see the woman again. Until the next day, when she meets her daughter's new fifth-grade teacher... Miss Emerson Miller. What follows is a year of accidental flirtations, school-event disasters, and late-night bake-offs that blur the line between enemies, friends, and something sweeter. Because sometimes love doesn't show up when you plan it - it spills all over your shoes and dares you to start over. A slow-burn, small-town romantic comedy about second chances, messy mornings, and discovering that the best lessons aren't always taught in classrooms.

Four and a half years ago, Elizabeth Sterling was the right person at the wrong time-and loving her nearly destroyed Emily Carter. Now, Emily's rebuilt her life: stable job, sobriety, hard-won peace. But when fate brings Eli back, older and even more guarded, the past collides with the present-and the feelings Emily thought she'd buried come rushing back. Maybe this time... it's not the wrong time.

"I can't help but love you, Even though I try not to. I can't help but want you, I know that I'd die without you." ~Ruelle (Song: War of Hearts) Elizabeth never meant to break the rules. She only wanted to survive them. Born into power, bound by expectations, and haunted by a mother who sees vulnerability as weakness, Lizzy has spent her life building a mask sharp enough to protect her-and cold enough to keep anyone out. But everything shifts when she meets her new physics teacher, a woman carrying just as much pain as Lizzy does. As their connection deepens, the carefully built walls around Lizzy's heart begin to crack, and for the first time, she must confront what it means to build a future-with someone just as shattered as she is. 🥇#sapphicromance (04. Sep. 25.) 🥇#txs (16. Sep. 25.)

Spencer Reed is a kind and hard-working high school senior, who's just waiting for the last day of her last year to graduate and study something she's interested in. She's just trying to finish the year without problems, but she discovers one can't hide from problems, especially in a town ruled by secrets. And what a secret it is to be in love with your new English teacher. [CW: Use of language and explicit sexual content. Teacher/Student relationship. Drug abuse.]

AMBER Hate. Fury. Despise. These are the 3 words that comes to my mind when I think of Maddison Powers, my best friends sister, she drives me crazy with everything she says. I'm the founder of Bishop Group, a multi- billionaire company, and everytime I see her again or talk to her I feel my skin burning. MADDIE Annoying. Madenning. Self- centered. That's all Amber Bishop is, I swear I can't understand how Valentina, my sister, even stands her, she is everything I go against. I'm the COO of my sisters firm Powers firm and I have my hand full with that, but somehow my and Amber's way always cross, I just wish it didn't because it takes everything in me not to push her against a wall and strandle the shit out of her. Maddison Powers and Amber Bishop know each other ever since they were little, because Amber and Valentina are best friends, no one knows why they hate each other that much, not even them, but what they do know is that despite the fact that they both sleep around with other people and don't get into relationships the only shared thing in them is the hatred towards each other. Could that ever change?

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.

No one hated each other as much as Tyler Murphy and Hazel Parker, every glance a slow, venomous burn. Yet beneath the surface, something deeper pulled them in, something they consumed in bitter, silent doses. It wasn't the hatred that destroyed them-it was the poison they couldn't stop sipping. The poison of love.