She was just the girl in the room next door... until she wasn't. When Fenix's Mom moves in with Maze's Dad, neither girl expects to end up living a single wall apart from someone who can unravel them with just one look. What starts as accidental glances and quiet, stolen moments soon becomes something neither of them can ignore. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to hide the sparks threatening to set their new life on fire. Falling for the girl next door was never part of the plan... but resisting her might be impossible.

Sloane is what's left when the truth is taken too early. Luca is what survives when the truth is told too late. They were never meant to stand in the same room without something breaking. Every look is a reminder. Hate should have been enough. It should have stayed simple. Clean. But it doesn't. It fractures. It lingers. It turns into something heavier-something that makes it hard to breathe when the other gets too close. And the closer they get, the more they realize that everything they once felt is starting to burn.

Medusa takes the job because it pays well and the requirements are simple. One house, two kids, one woman to answer to. Bianca is all three things she was warned about and none of the things she expected. Cold in a way that feels practiced, distant in a way that feels like a choice. She runs the house like she runs everything else, on her own terms, with no room for anything she didn't ask for. But what happens when the person who has never let herself be wanted becomes the only one you can't stop wanting? And what happens when the girl who was never supposed to matter starts feeling like the only thing that does? There's no good ending to those questions. There's only what happens next.

Leah Williamson x Maddison Davies

Adrienne Brookes is a highschool senior with a sharp tongue and a talent for trouble. Her sarcasm is a shield, one she learned to wield early, because surviving her home life means never letting anyone see too much. And Adrienne has secrets. More than she can carry. But one slip in her carefully crafted mask is all it takes for Ivy Adair, her cold and calculating psychology teacher, to notice the cracks. Ivy is the last person Adrienne should trust, and the only one she can't seem to stay away from. Wanting distance is easy. Keeping it is impossible. ‼️ GAY ‼️ SEXUAL CONTENT ‼️ ABUSE AND VIOLENCE - There will not be warnings in individual chapters. This book is for mature audiences only. Do not read if sensitive to the above content.

Professor x Student | wlw | Age gap Lily Miller is a responsible, kind-hearted twenty-year-old who fell in love with philosophy as a child. She's had her fair share of worries all the way from her father's death to carrying the weight of her mother's struggles on her shoulders. She's used to being the strong one and smiling through life no matter how hard it gets. When Lily starts at a new school she quickly becomes interested in the ethics and morality teacher who commands the classroom with her gaze alone. Most students have already made their mind up about her: strict, cold, ruthless. But Lily sees past the masks Heidi Harrington hides behind. Is Heidi unable to resist the effect Lily has on her? Will the two women find in each other what they've long stopped believing in? Highest rankings: #1 olderwomen #1 philosophy #1 lesbianromance #1 txs #1 girlfriend #1 womensfiction #2 femxfem #3 lesbianfiction #4 wlw #5 sapphic #6 womanxwoman

The seduction dripped off of her tongue, just like I desired to be, her low voice entrancing me with the dangerously sadistic melodies of a siren song, with the most terribly sinful lyrics. "I could kill you right now, Angel." She inched closer towards me. "Right here," she said, her eyes raking over my body, sizing me up, slowly. The lustful grey in them soon lifted back up, intimidating mine. Her harsh words screamed murderous intent, but the look in her eyes whispered a different kind of sin. I couldn't tell whether my breath hitched at her cruel threat, or the yearning pulse between my... She interrupted my stream of consciousness, poisoning it with every still second, keeping her gaze on mine as her depraved hand reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── No one ever says it out loud. What she really is. Dangerous. Heartless. Merciless. A murderer. Everyone knows it. And now, she's in control. There are only so many people who kill their way to the top and get away with it. But there are things far more dangerous than power. Things not only worth killing for, but dying for. Seduction. Obsession. Love? Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one reckless enough to question her. To stand too close. To look too long. Unfortunately for Angeline, sin itself was designed to allure. Some urges were never meant to be denied, and resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. But resisting falling in love may be even harder, especially with someone she wasn't sure was even capable of such a feeling... Hopefully 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 angel doesn't fall and break her wings. 𝑂𝑢𝑐ℎ． ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ #1 in lesbian (October 2025) #1 in women (August 2026)

Sienna Lawson, a weary literature student, is entering her final year at Ashbourne University. All she wants is to keep her head down, survive the year, and finally graduate. But the past she's tried to bury refuses to stay silent. It lingers-sharp, relentless-creeping back in ways she can't outrun. Then comes Juliana Blake. Cold. Commanding. Unapologetically intense. The new lecturer for Sienna's favourite subject-and a woman who carries authority like a second skin. Every glance is deliberate, every word precise, every presence impossible to ignore. They are opposites: ocean and earth. But when they collide... nothing stays untouched. Not even their past. //slow burn//age difference//ice skating// profxstudent//

| teacher x student | wxw | slow burn | When 19-year-old Lena James enters English Literature class, she expects nothing special. Instead, she meets Ms. Sinclair her cold, sharp-tongued British literature teacher. Elegant, cutting, and unbearably superior. From the very first lesson, the 34-year-old woman seems to take pleasure in dismantling Lena's every opinion with cruel precision. Lena hates her. She hates the condescending red marks on her essays, the raised eyebrow that makes her feel small, and the way Ms. Sinclair lingers in her thoughts long after class ends. But hate this intense has a way of twisting into something far more dangerous. With a strict 15-year age gap and an unbreakable teacher-student boundary, their slow-burning tension threatens to break every rule both in literature and in real life. Some lessons aren't taught kindly. And some hatreds taste too much like desire. "Ms. Sinclair's Secret"

The night Leah moves out, there's no screaming. No slammed doors. Just a suitcase, a promise to still show up for the kids, and the heavy understanding that love isn't always enough to keep two people from breaking. After years of building a life together, Leah and Hallie are undone not by betrayal, but by grief. After devastating loss fractures the foundation of their marriage, Leah does what she's always done, she survives. She hardens. She buries her emotions so Hallie can fall apart safely. But silence has consequences. It steals ease. It steals intimacy. It steals the version of them that used to laugh in the kitchen and reach for each other without thinking. By the time Leah moves out, they're not enemies. They're exhausted. Couples Therapy follows three raw, vulnerable months of separation as they navigate co-parenting, sleepless nights alone, awkward FaceTimes, and the quiet ache of missing the person who still feels like home. Therapy forces them to say the things they've buried, about grief, about resentment, about the pressure to be strong for each other when both of them were breaking. But this isn't a story about a marriage falling apart. It's about whether two women who still love each other fiercely can learn to love each other better. It's about rebuilding trust after grief hollowed it out. Because sometimes walking away isn't the end. Sometimes it's the first step toward coming back stronger than before. © All rights reserved.