[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] Going to my friend sleepover definitely wasn't something I thought I wasn't going to regret...

When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.

Alessia Rossi has spent her entire life behind gilded walls - the overprotected daughter of one of Italy's most feared mafia leaders. Her days are suffocating, her nights stolen in secret escapes into the city, searching for slivers of freedom. But freedom comes at a price. When an unknown threat targets Alessia, her father hires Camelia Esposito, a cold and mysterious enforcer from his past - a woman with a sharp mind, sharper eyes, and secrets of her own. Camelia isn't just any bodyguard; she's deadly, disciplined, and the last person Alessia wants watching her every move. Tension sparks. Boundaries blur. What begins as a reluctant partnership soon turns into something far more dangerous than bullets or betrayal: desire. As enemies close in from the shadows and the line between protector and temptation fades, Alessia and Camelia must choose where their loyalties truly lie - with their blood, their duty, or with each other. In a world of secrets, power, and violence... will love survive the crossfire?

𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘦? | DISCONTINUED||

"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚..𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙨 𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚." 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 & 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧

A girl and her best friend She likes her best friend but doesn't know if she feel the same . Lots of obstacles Loss of contact..will there love bring them back together?

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Abigail, 17, has always lived in the shadow of secrets. Ever since that night, the one no one talks about, her world has been silence, stares, and scars. Going back to school after a quiet summer, Abby tries to keep her head down - and fails. Worse: her father just remarried a woman she barely knows. Evelyn. 33. Elegant, mysterious, and cold as winter. With her perfect black hair, her chilling smile, and her sharp words when no one's around, Evelyn quickly turns their shared house into a prison Abby can't escape. Forced to live under the same roof while her father's away on business trips, the two women begin a quiet war - of glances, insults, tension, and something else they both refuse to name. Something dangerous. Something that hurts. And yet... something neither of them can ignore. What will happen when forced proximity turns into something far more dangerous than hate? WARNING: this story contains mature themes including traumatic past, emotional manipulation, toxic dynamics, and age gap. 18+ content may appear. Highest rankings: #1 slowburn 22/07/25 #1 womensfiction 14/08/25 #1 womanxwoman 21/07/25 #1 girlxwoman 12/07/25 #1 mommy issues 10/08/25 #1 stepmother 26/08/25 #1 femxfem 01/10/25 #1 lgbt 04/10/25 #1 richgirl 12/11/25 #3 wlw 09/07/25 #5 love 28/07/25 © All rights reserved.

"Love was always so hard for me.." I looked up at her as my lips parted at what she said. I know we might have disagreements but I didn't expect it to lead to us ending things. Then I saw a smile rise on her face as she reached out to hold my hand tightly ".but you made it so much easier and more beautiful than I even expected" I let out a sigh of relief at what she said as she smiled rubbing her thumb over my knuckles since we can't kiss right now "I love you [All credits to the original creator]

"There's a quote by Mahmoud Darwish that plays in my mind every time I think of you." "What is it?" "And if the devil was to ever see you..he would kiss your eyes..and repent." THIS IS AN INTERSEX ROMANCE BETWEEN A 42 YEAR OLD WOMAN AND A 31 YEAR OLD INTERSEX PERSON WHO IDENTIFIES AS HE/HIM THEY/THEM. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT DO NOT READ. 18+ intersex