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)

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.

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//

My uncle once told me that dreams don't pay rent. Maybe that's why he sold mine so easily. Now I wear a ring that doesn't belong on my hand and train under a woman who barely speaks to me unless it's about skating. The cameras call us a miracle. The federation calls us a perfect arrangement. I call her my coach. Unfortunately, she's also my wife. ╭────-·-ˋˏ-༻𖤓༺-ˎˊ·-────╮ She spent her whole life chasing Olympic gold because her parents believed she could become something greater than poverty, grief, and the tiny apartment they called home. But dreams are expensive. And Viktoria Zolotova is running out of people willing to pay for hers. After years of being overshadowed, forgotten by her academy, and replaced by skaters everyone likes more, Viktoria is suddenly forced into an arrangement she never asked for-one that ties her future to the most feared coach in figure skating. Maybe this is a sport where one mistake can destroy everything. ╰────-·-ˋˏ-༻𖤓༺-ˎˊ·-────╯ Ranking: #1 Iqbtq (12/jul/2026)

teacher x student | wlw | book 2 Emily thought the hard part was over. She's graduated. She's finally living with Hannah. For the first time, their life together feels real, and a future seems within reach. But the real world has a way of intruding on even the happiest endings. With university approaching and their lives beginning to move forward, the fragile bubble they've been living in starts to crack. Rumors spread. Judgments are made. Old choices refuse to stay in the past, and the world around them begins asking questions neither of them are ready to answer. What starts as small cracks in their perfect little world slowly grows into something much heavier--loss, doubt, old ghosts resurfacing, and the kind of scrutiny that can tear two people apart. Suddenly the life they built together feels a lot less certain. Because loving each other was never the problem. Surviving everything that comes with it might be. Highest rankings #1 in englishteacher #1 in girlfriend #1 in lesbian #1 in gxg #1 in wlw #1 in coping #2 in teacherspet #2 in femme #2 in lgbt #2 in wlwteacherxstudent #2 in txs #2 in womensfiction #3 in women

| 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.

Katie and Luna are the leaders of two rival high school cliques: the Greens and the Reds. And they absolutely can't stand each other. Every week, they get into intense fights. When Luna has Katie in a tight grip from behind, or when Katie manages to straddle Luna and climb on top of her, their faces inches from each other and bodies almost merged. It's quite the rivalry, isn't it? At least that's what Katie tells herself. Because, how else can she explain this overwhelming urge to be so close physically to her enemy, while her boyfriend is the hottest and most popular guy in school and she should be gravitated to him not to her mortal rival. Every character in this story is over 18 years old. Be careful this story contains: Profanity Smut Violence Abuse Disclaimer: This is an enemies‑to‑lovers story, and it includes a lot of toxic behaviour from both main characters, especially in the beginning. If that's something you're not comfortable with, I genuinely recommend stepping away and protecting your peace. All of their toxic traits, and the deeper reasons behind their actions, will be explored and explained throughout the book. Their behaviour isn't meant to be romanticized, it's something they will actively work through and grow from as the story progresses. This isn't just a light high‑school story, even if it might seem that way at first. There are a lot of traumas and psychological layers hidden underneath, so please approach with caution. And please don't expect the characters to be perfect - they're messy, and that's the point. But if you give the book a chance, you'll understand why.

Kathleen Rivera never asked for the wealth or status that came with her name. If anything, she spent her life running from it, determined to prove she was more than just the daughter of Luna and Katie Rivera. Refusing the easy path, she built a career in investigative journalism, carving her name out of danger and defiance. But every truth she exposed came at a cost, and earned her enemies. One of them is Detective Maxine Solmere. Kathleen has crossed her more than once, somehow uncovering details from Solmere's most confidential investigations and dragging them into the light. Their rivalry reaches a breaking point when Solmere is handed a case so massive, that solving it could define her entire career. But when the case turns out to be personally connected to Rivera's family, the detective has no choice but to work with the very woman who's made her life hell. Because only Kathleen can unlock the city's hidden world for her, as she belongs to it by birthright. This story is a spin-off of "My Favourite Enemy" and "My Favourite Girl" Set 27 years after the birth of Luna and Katie's daughter, Kathleen. There are also gonna be some characters from my book "She's the danger I crave to taste." So be ready to meet old friends from both stories. But you can also read this book as a standalone story. The main characters are GXG But there are also some GXG Intersex couples from my previous books. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains: Profanity Explicit mature content Violence Every character in this story is over 18 years old.

SCARLETT Rule number one, never fall in love with your stepsister, rule number two, definitely and I mean definitely never fall in love with your stepsister who is a diagnosed psychopath. Thankfully I will be able to keep those rules easily since I never loathed anyone more than I loathe Sloane Blackwell. What she did I can never forgive and never forget. SLOANE Obsession is such an interesting feeling, you just get hooked and can't stop fixating on your prey. Too bad for Scarlett Beaumont the prey in question is her. She hates me oh so beautifully too, I know she'll never forgive me, good thing I don't need her to. She will be mine either way, I won't stop until she is, and her hate? That just keeps me warm at night. Let the games begin, shall we?