Vivienne Winters-Crawford has always had everything. The penthouse childhood, the private schools, the kind of money that fixes problems before they even start. But now, fresh out of college with an art degree in one hand and independence in the other, she wants to experience being on her own. So she moves out. No staff, no safety net, just a cramped two-bedroom apartment and a roommate she's never expected. Aveline Parker is a ghost of a girl who prefers silence to survival. Grey eyes, jet black hair, and a presence that slips through rooms without a sound. No one knows what she's been through, except Estelle, the woman who gave her a job, a room, and a reason to stay. Aveline doesn't talk much. She doesn't trust. She just survives. When Vivienne answers an ad for a roommate, she never expects the other room to belong to a girl who barely speaks. But there's something magnetic about Aveline. Something quiet and aching. And despite the silence, despite the walls, things start to unravel. One moment at a time. One scar at a time. This isn't a love story born out of ease. It's a love story built in the healing. In the light that comes after the dark.

This is a sequel to my first book, Against the playbook. Ellie Crawford has it all, fame, fortune, and a career most athletes can only dream of. As one of the NFL's top wide receivers, she's just signed with the New York Jets, securing her legacy in the sport she's dedicated her life to. Off the field, she's thriving too, her name is everywhere, her nightlife is wild, and she's in a steady, comfortable relationship. By all accounts, she's winning. Juliet Baldwin is just as successful, CEO of Baldwin Lux, a multi-billion-dollar empire that dominates the luxury industry. Ruthless, polished, and untouchable, she's spent the last few years shaping her legacy in a world where there's no room for weakness. Love? That was a distraction. One she convinced herself she left behind. It's been six years since Ellie and Juliet walked away from each other, both believing they were better off apart. But when fate pulls them back into the same city, old wounds resurface, old sparks reignite, and suddenly, the lines between past and present start to blur.

Hate. Detest. Despise. These words were the only way that Adaline Emery and Juliette Kingston could possibly describe their relationship, or lack thereof. They are both polar opposites. Juliette is the popular, rich queen bee while Adaline is the hard working nerdy misfit. They only had one thing in common...they both loathed eachother. ¥ ¥ ¥ Start date- 10/08/2022. Highest rankings achieved so far: -#1 in Aesthetic -#1 in girlxgirl -#1 in bisexual -#1 in Poc -#1 in wlw -#1 in lesbianromance Disclaimer: Plagiarism is a crime, no explicit permission is given by me to republish, convert, or translate this book under any circumstances.

Katherine Baldwin-Crawford has always been confident. On the soccer field, she's a force. In the halls, she's effortlessly charming. But when it comes to love? That's the one game she can't seem to win. For years, she's been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Sophie. No one knows she's intersex, except for her family and Sophie. Valerie Winters has never had time for high school drama. As head cheerleader and student body, she's always been composed, polished, and in control. But with her parents pressuring her into a relationship she has no interest in, she needs a way out. A deal is struck. Katherine to distract herself from sophie, Valerie to get her parents off her back. It's perfect. Simple. No strings attached. What if the perfect play was never the one she planned? Book was at 1 million reads but got deleted by wattpad

Isabella Brooks. A strong-headed, loud, intersex, fearless woman. Olivia Harper. A closed-off, intelligent, strict but tamed woman. What happens when these two meet, can they get along? Or will it be a fight to the end? There's love, betrayal, memories, violence, and much more in their journey.

Mariah Jade Grey is 21 years old, freshly graduated, and trying to figure out what comes next. She's stylish, sarcastic, and guarded- always has been. After losing more than she ever talks about, she's learned not to get too close. Love doesn't stay. People don't stay. So she keeps herself safe: with ambition, independence, and the quiet ache of something missing. Kyra Reyes is 30 years old, the kind of woman with a camera in one hand and someone new on her arm- easy, unattached, free. Nothing ever sticks: not the girls she leaves tangled in her sheets, not the art that never quite feels finished, not the whispers about her being a player. But when it comes to Mariah, everything sticks. Every glance. Every laugh. Every moment that isn't supposed to mean anything, but somehow means everything. As their best friends build new lives and the city around them quiets down, Mariah and Kyra find themselves circling each other, drawn together by late nights, unspoken truths, and the weight of everything they won't say out loud. It's there in the way Kyra looks at her. It's there in the way Mariah never quite lets her go. And when the silence finally breaks, it changes everything. What they have isn't just friendship. But it isn't love. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Almost. But is almost ever enough?

Amara Alonso is 22 years old and is in her final year studying English literature at NYU. She's smart, kind and gentle, she always has been. But she carries a quiet sadness that most don't see. After losing her mother and sister in a tragic car accident 8 months ago, she was left with an alcoholic father who she blames for their death. She promises herself to push through her last year of college but soon falls into a cycle- skipping classes, tear-stained eyes, and an empty stomach. Emilia Zayed is a 29 year old creative writing professor. Emilia is poised, intelligent and emotionally guarded. She keeps everyone at arm's length- students, colleges, friends, and especially family. She doesn't trust people and shows no intention to. She shows no interest in anybody around her, until a soft brown eyed girl enters her lecture with a look of hurt deep in her eyes that she can't seem to stop thinking about. Emilia notices Amara's writing first. There's something about her work-so raw, so aching, so lonely. It touches something in Emilia she thought she'd buried. Never has a student's piece of writing made her feel this way. They shouldn't get close. They can't get close. But they do. And it's slow, quiet, and deeply emotional. It's Amara showing up during Emilia's office hours not just to talk about writing but about life. It's Emilia realising Amara needs more than feedback-she needs someone who sees her. And it's Amara finally finding someone who doesn't leave. The two form an unspoken bond they can't explain. It's forbidden in the eyes of everybody else. But they can't help but feel softer around each other. Will they ever act on it? Will Amara's hurt or Emilia's closed offness prevent them from ever truly opening up and giving in?

Raven didn't ask to be here. A strict boarding school, a cold-eyed teacher, and rules that seem made to be broken. Ms. Hartmann is everything Raven despises - sharp, poised, untouchable. But the more they clash, the more it feels like something's burning underneath. In a world of secrets and silences, one thing's for sure: When desire looks like danger, someone always gets hurt. ➤ GL Romance | Teacher x Student | Ice Queen x Rebel | Enemies to Lovers ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅ n/a : very slooow burn

Sequel to "My favourite enemy" Once, they were enemies. Then, lovers. Then... strangers? But how do you become strangers with someone who was once everything to you? How do you forget a love that never truly ended? Be careful this story contains: Profanity Smut

A kiss. Something simple and sometimes a one time thing. But never has it ever turned into an obsession. up until now. **** Camden POV I'm supposed to be invisible. Unnoticeable. A nobody. That plan is ruined now I guess. All because of a party. A stupid party. A party where I lost my first kiss to a goddess. A beautiful blonde. I tried to remember but my memory was still foggy. I looked at myself in the mirror trying to remember until it all came back to me. Holy shit. I kissed...I kissed Allison Damaris.