"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

Nova had always thought that love was never meant for her. From pathetic high school boys to arrogant frat guys, romance had always felt more like a nuisance than a dream. She wasn't looking for it, and she sure as hell didn't need it. Until it appeared in the most unexpected place: her unpredictable, and impossibly cold chemistry professor. Love wasn't supposed to look like this. It wasn't supposed to be off-limits And it definitely wasn't supposed to be with a women. But love doesn't care about rules, and Nova's about to break every single one them.

Serenth Lewis is a young woman in her final year of law school. She managed to land an internship at one of the most prestigious firms. Ambitious and confident, she does everything she can to keep her personal life from interfering with her future career as a lawyer. But beneath the strong image and confidence she projects, Serenth is caught in the grip of her father's manipulation and abuse. Liliane Larris is a cold woman who is the CEO of the law firm. She shows no emotion, neither in her face nor in her actions. She is used to keeping everything under control : her posture, her behavior, her secrets. That is, until Serenth walks into her life, shattering her carefully constructed world and awakening emotions she believed she no longer possessed. If there are spelling mistakes, Sorry. 🚬

Seraphina Esposito is a mafia queen.. cold, ruthless, untouchable. At twenty-five she rules an empire built on fear, wielding power like a blade and believing feelings to be nothing but weakness. Love, family, softness.. those are luxuries she's burned out of herself. Or so she thought. Then comes Elowen Morgan. Beautiful. Too emotionally intelligent. Kindhearted. Too pure for a world like hers... and yet, impossible to ignore. With honey-brown eyes that see too much and a quiet defiance behind her smile, she unsettles everything Seraphina thought she knew. Seraphina doesn't do love. But desire? Obsession? The urge to claim what should never have been hers? That, she can't seem to resist. What happens when a woman who feels nothing meets the one person she can't stop feeling?

Ivy Williams didn't come to Heartfelt University for drama. She came to pass her classes, chain-smoke her way through the stress, and stay out of trouble. Then she met Professor Sinclair. Cold, condescending, and infuriatingly attractive, Sinclair seems to have made it her mission to ruin Ivy's life one lecture at a time. But Ivy gives as good as she gets-and the more they clash, the more the tension starts to twist into something else. Something neither of them is ready for but both of them want far too badly. Sharp words turn into slow glances. Power plays turn personal. And soon, the only thing more dangerous than their rivalry... is what might happen if it stops. [wlw]

Kelly Vega just wants to survive senior year, but her new chemistry teacher, Elena Bennett, makes that difficult. Strict, composed, and oddly familiar, Elena is everything Kelly shouldn't be drawn to-but she can't help it. As Kelly pushes boundaries and Elena struggles to keep her distance, an undeniable tension builds between them. Will Kelly stay focused on school, or will she find herself caught in a dangerous chemistry neither of them can ignore? *kinda enemies to lover *slow burn *age gap (8years)

She hired Dahlia to take care of her kids. Not to crawl under her skin, not to make her feel again, and most certainly not to fall in love with her. Scarlett Romano, mother of two. A woman carved from ice. Cold, powerful, ruthless, and engaged to a woman who looks perfect on paper. A decision made for the sake of legacy, image, and the future of her children. Love? That's a luxury she gave up a long time ago. But then, Dahlia shows up like a crack in her perfect foundation. She's soft where Scarlett isn't. Bright where Scarlett is guarded. Her children have learned to adore her. And Scarlett- despite herself, begins to crave her. To need her. But Dahlia? Dahlia is breaking. She's unraveling. Because she was never meant to belong here. She isn't who she claims to be. She didn't take the nanny job for the paycheck, or the kids. She took it because her father is holding her brother's life over her head. She's not a nanny, she's bait. A spy. A pawn in a game she doesn't want to play. Planted inside Scarlett's home to find weakness, to expose secrets, and burn it all from the inside out. What she didn't expect was the warmth of the children. She didn't expect them to start feeling like hers. She didn't expect Scarlett's rare, shattering softness. And she sure of hell didn't expect to fall in love with the woman she was sent to ruin. Now, Dahlia's caught between two impossible choices. Between the family she's beginning to love...and the family she's so desperate to save. And if the truth ever comes out. She won't just lose her job. It won't just break hearts. It'll ruin everything.

(GxG) Angelina Jolie, a 40 year old woman who is the CEO of Vogue Magazine. She may be intimidating when she work. Lily Olsen, a senior at NYU trying to find a job after she graduates. She's a brave and stubborn small girl, but she is also sweet and innocent. What happens if Lily and Angelina meet? Will Angelina hate Lily? Or will something unexpectedly happen? (Mix with kdrama inspired)

Veronika Koroleva Petrovna-Moscow's untouchable queen. The wealthiest, most powerful woman in Russia. A name that drips with arrogance, feared as much as it is revered. With a single glance, she ensnares. A presence so sharp it cuts. To her, people are nothing but pawns-disposable, forgettable, irrelevant. Trust is a currency too expensive to waste. Loneliness is not a curse; it is a necessity. No parents, no attachments, no weaknesses. Begging? Pleading? Nyet. That is beneath her. Luciana "La Reina" Monteserra-Madrid's deadliest shadow. A queen of ruin and carnage, cloaked in elegance. Cold. Calculating. Lacking even the pretense of empathy. She does not ask. She takes. What she touches, she owns. What she claims, she keeps. No one defies her. No one escapes her grasp. But Veronika? Veronika was the exception. The one thing she could never own.

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.