"And you kept smiling at him." "I was being polite," I whispered weakly. "Mm." The sound she made sent another shiver through me. My pulse spiked immediately. She lowered herself close to the side of my face, her breath fanning my ear. She whispered darkly, "well, baby girl." She nipped my ear then. "Tonight..." Her hand came up to my throat. Not hurting Not choking. But firm enough to steal my breath away. Then she pulled back a little to look at my lips. Her gaze rose to my eyes then. Eyes dark. Pupils blown wide. "I'm not going to be." ... Jules has always lived carefully-balancing expectations, responsibilities, and the quiet weight of a world that doesn't always leave room for uncertainty. But everything begins to shift when she meets Jeanna, a confident and composed businesswoman who disrupts the rhythm of Jules' guarded life in the most unexpected way. What starts as a connection neither of them fully understands slowly deepens into something impossible to ignore. Jeanna is patient, steady, and unwavering in a way Jules has never experienced before-offering her not just affection, but space to grow, to question, and to choose for herself. Set against the backdrop of a conservative environment, this story explores identity, courage, and the complexity of choosing love when it feels like everything else is at stake. At its core, it's about two women finding their way to each other-not perfectly, but honestly.

Livxene Antonette Aldarde has lived a life carefully constructed by tradition and expectation. Married for eight years to her college sweetheart in an arranged union blessed by both families, her marriage appears enviably perfect-stable, respectable, untouched by scandal. She learned early how to be a good wife: composed, loyal, unquestioning. That illusion fractures the night she discovers her husband is having an affair. The betrayal ignites something sharp and unfamiliar in Livxene-not grief, but resolve. She refuses to be the woman who is quietly replaced. Determined to "fix" what was broken, she sets her sights on the other woman, believing that if the threat is removed, her marriage will return to what it once was. But when she comes face to face with Madeline Gwyneth Quizon-the woman she believes is threatening her life's foundation-Livxene's certainty begins to crumble.

Persistent: adjective 1. persisting, especially in spite of opposition, obstacles, discouragement, persevering: 2. lasting or enduring tenaciously: 3. constantly repeated; continued. After a night of drinking Kara Danvers finds herself watching over Lena Luthor as she slept on her chest. When Kara thought she was down and out for the count Lena surprises her by waking up and kissing her on the lips. The kiss left Kara reeling. Kara always had hidden feelings for Lena and since Mon-El left they have come back to the forefront of her mind. How will Kara manage these feelings while fighting for her life? This fic starts the day after 3x05. Maggie and Alex never broke up and Reign will not make an appearance. Highest Ranking: #1 in Danvers 7/2/2020 #2 in Supercorp 5/14/2020 #2 in Lena 1/4/2021 #70 in Superhero 6/26/2020 #312 in Lesbian 5/28/2020

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel. #1 in older women- 4th May.

Kara is in her third year of college, she lives in a small house with James and Winn. At the beginning of her third year Kara meets this new girl that has transferred to the university that people are constantly talking about, Lena Luthor. The problem is when Kara and Lena meet they both get off to a rough start, and over time it gets worse, to the point where they simply hate each other. But one night after a mistaken drunken text Kara and Lena begin having casual sex. You know what they say, love is very close to hate. AKA College AU where Kara meets Lena and they hate each other, but end up casually sleeping together. If you want to support me and receive chapters of all my new fics early check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/RStories Cover art credit: @GAYANDMEDIOCRE

During the fight to the death between Supergirl and Queen Rhea of Daxam, something happens that sends everything and everyone into another dimension. Another version of earth, another version of life as they know it. Another version of Supergirl and her best friend Lena, in an entirely different time and place. cover by @SLOTHTATO (This work of fiction can not be posted, copied, reproduced in any form or translated without explicit permission from the author)

Two professors. One university. And a rivalry so intense it leaves the campus buzzing and them burning. "I hate that you make good points." "No, you hate that I make them before you." "You've been staring at me for five minutes." "No, I'm calculating how your brain managed to produce such arrogance." "Your handwriting is as chaotic as your reasoning." "And yet, somehow, both still win awards." Professor Lilian Rose is the golden standard. Calm, precise, impossibly brilliant. Her lectures soothe, her students excel. She commands respect without raising her voice. Professor Daisy Oliver? Sharp, unrelenting, lethal with a pen and a gaze. Her exams crush egos, her top scorers become legends, and she wears her reputation like a whip. But when they're alone... the rules dissolve. A library encounter. A mislaid paper. Fingers brushing over ink-stained notes. A flash of heat, of awareness, of want neither of them admits. Every snide remark, every playful jab, drips with tension thicker than any lecture hall. "I hate the way you make me think... and want." "You want it more than you admit." Glances linger. Hands almost touch. Every argument teeters between humiliation and something more intimate. A spark ignites, fierce and undeniable. Their rivalry is no longer about grades or prestige it's about control, surrender, and discovering just how far each is willing to push the other. Exams become excuses. Faculty meetings, battlefields of lust disguised as debate. And behind closed doors? They explore the friction, the heat, the unspoken fantasies that have haunted their every interaction. Brains, bodies, and boundaries collide. Pride fights desire, arrogance battles obsession, and when fire meets fire, only scorched skin and satisfied, secret smiles remain. The war of intellect has become a war of lust. And someone is going to win... or lose... entirely.

Age regression story between mafia wives and a little called Lila.