Isla Sterling is perfect. The golden girl. The one everyone wants but no one deserves. And Ava? Ava has been watching her for years-quietly, patiently, obsessively. Isla doesn't know about the hidden glances, the stolen photos, the whispered promises Ava makes to herself. Not yet. But when a Halloween party throws them together in a game of chance, Ava gets her first taste of what it feels like to be close to Isla-to touch her, to hear her voice just inches away. And it's not enough. It will never be enough. Because Isla is meant to be hers. She just doesn't know it yet. But she will

I go to church every Sunday. Not for peace. Not for salvation. But to beg for forgiveness. For thoughts I shouldn't have. For the way my eyes linger when she walks into the room. For the warmth that spreads in my chest when she says my name. I don't understand it. I wasn't raised to feel this way. I wasn't raised to want a woman like her. So I sit in the confession box, trembling, whispering prayers I don't believe in anymore. Because I think she sees me too. Watches me when she thinks I'm not looking. And even though she barely speaks to me... Something in her gaze feels like possession. Maybe I'm imagining it. Or maybe she's the sin I'll never escape.

She turned her in. Now she can't escape her. After everything that happened, Isla thought it was over. Ava was gone. Locked away. Out of her life for good. Until the day she isn't. Now Ava is everywhere. Watching. Waiting. Haunting her. But the more Isla tries to hold onto reality, the more it slips through her fingers. Because maybe the real question isn't whether Ava is back... It's whether she ever truly left.

Celeste thought her life was perfect-until the night that shattered everything. At 21, she had it all: love, stability, and a future she believed in, but on Valentine's Day, a night meant for roses and promises, her world crumbled. Betrayed by the woman she loved on their first anniversary, Celeste's heartbreak should have been the worst part of the evening. It wasn't. That same night, she was taken by a woman who was everything her ex wasn't: dangerous, powerful, and merciless. Raven Cantié, known in the criminal underworld as La Louve Noire „The Black She-Wolf" isn't just a mafia boss. She's a fucking legend. Sadistic, manipulative, and irresistibly charismatic, Raven doesn't ask but takes. What she wants now is Celeste-fragile, whose innocence fascinates her like a flame calling to a predator. But what Raven doesn't expect is that the girl she saw as prey might be something else entirely. Because Celeste isn't just fragile, she's fire wrapped in fear, and there are things inside her even Raven can't control. Will Raven tame her favorite possession, or will Celeste be the one to burn the wolf alive? A story of obsession, trauma, twisted power, and a darkness that blurs the line between love and control. • • • • Trigger warnings:kidnapping, drinking, smut, degrading, blood, beating, killing, very graphic tortures , SA, rape, drugging, a lot of swears etc. It's 18+ story with mature scenes and graphic content. You're reading this on your own responsibility! Nr2 in #torture 21.01.2026 Nr1 in #risk 21.01.2026 Nr1 in #prey 22.01.2026 Nr2 in #lesbian 05.04.2026

"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.

When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

Valerie Stone is a visionary, a billionaire, and a terrifying boss. She can negotiate a merger in her sleep, but she can't name her daughter's favorite color. ​Chloe Davis is her executive assistant. She is underpaid, overworked, and currently heartbroken after her girlfriend dumped her for being "married to the job." ​For six years, the dynamic has been simple: Chloe knows everything about Valerie. She knows her coffee order, her ex-husband's trigger points, and exactly how to calm down Valerie's son during a panic attack. Valerie knows nothing about Chloe. Not her dreams, not her heartache, and certainly that Chloe is into women. ​But when a crisis forces the Ice Queen to rely on her assistant for more than just spreadsheets, the walls begin to crumble. Valerie is about to discover that the woman holding her life together is the only mystery she can't solve-and the only one who can melt the stone around her heart.

Lilith Hawthorne is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She works hard to build her career and keep things running smoothly. At the same time, she loves deeply but carefully, making sure her feelings go to the right person. She has learned to protect her heart and waits for someone who matches the way she feels. Where Lilith is full of feelings and unpredictability, Valentina has her life sorted out. They come from different worlds and have different ways of living, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

"You're marrying me off to a... woman?" Hilaire has a big problem. Her father has arranged her to marry a woman, in a way that no rich family in this country has ever done. And, she has an even bigger problem. The woman that she is arranged to is Elena Void. A ruthless, dangerous and mean CEO two years her senior, who has definitely been up to some illegal shit to become the heir to VOID group, her own father's company. Maybe, Hilaire would've been able to overlook all of that. Maybe, if it weren't for the fact that Elena is the same girl who stole her crush away in senior year of high school, when poor quiet Hilarie was just a sophomore. The crush in question, Vera Sorax, who Hilarie is still very much in love with, and who Elena is still very much dating. Or, that one time Hilarie married the scary girlfriend of her terrifyingly attractive crush, and it all became a fight for money, succession and power. --- Published 8th of January 2024 Completed 29th of July 2024 (re-complete 15.11.2024) Lesbian Polyamorous

Completed :) '"May I?" She said, mimicking my tone from earlier. I nodded, almost letting out a moan as I felt her body push against mine. Her hands slid their way up from my waist to my arms, wrapping her hands around mine. "Hold it like this." She shuffled about trying to get her feet in the right position before placing her head above my shoulder to aim. "Shoot." I shot and it landed right above the target by like a centimetre. "Try again." I aimed a bit better and shot again. This time I hit it perfectly. "Good girl." She whispered in my ear.' GxG Smut warning 18+ TW blood, violence