Jen and Ally's one night stand left them both wanting more but their circumstances forbid it. Can they find a way to be together without destroying each other? ❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️ "So you think lying about it is the better option here?" "There will be no lying about it because there will be no questions about it, do you understand me? This never happened." "But it did. It did happen and now you think it's better for your character and reputation if we lie about it?" "Why is that so difficult for you?" "Oh gee, I don't know Jen. Maybe because I had my tongue inside you this morning."

Emily Lockhart has it all figured out. She's studying in a prestigious program, living abroad, and dating with marriage in mind. Her future is mapped out. But life doesn't care about plans. When Emily's world is suddenly turned upside down, who will she turn to? ・・・ Alex Carmichael is a lost soul. She used to have a clear path laid out: she'd inherit her family's fortune, marry her high school sweetheart, and run one of the largest companies in the U.S. But now, she has no idea what to do with her life. The fame that once clung to her now feels suffocating, her will to meet new people nonexistent, and her heart seems broken beyond repair. But when she locks eyes with a familiar pair of deep, ocean-blue eyes, she feels like she can breathe again. ········· This is an independent sequel to Melting The Ice, following the story of Alex and Emily from both POVs. It can be read as a standalone, and I will admit the writing is much better in this one, but you're more than welcomed to read Melting The Ice beforehand. Trigger Warnings: This story portrays a character who is struggling with eating disorders, particularly anorexia, so beware. There will be mentions of depression and anxiety. They are both going through it, and it is the trying that matters, so a lot of heartbreak before a happy ending. And, of course, smut🫡

LANA: I fell in love with the golden girl. She's the perfect student, the skilled captain of the volleyball team, and the girlfriend of the nicest players on the football team. She's my best friend, but ever since she kissed me as a dare at a party before freshman year, that's all I can think of. Senior year is here, and after last summer's shitty series of events, I don't deserve such a wonderful woman as her. CHARLOTTE: My best friend is the school player. She parties and drinks and sleeps around, she's a free spirit. Apparently I've got the perfect life, but why do I still think about that kiss with her? Why do I wish I could have that type of feelings for my own boyfriend? Why can't I stop thinking about her all the time? She's just my best friend though... right...?

Abigail and Juliette have been inseparable since childhood. From kicking soccer balls in their front yards to sharing secrets at their special spot, their friendship has always been unbreakable. But as they navigate their way through college, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur. Juliette has harbored feelings for Abigail since high school, carefully hiding them behind hookups and a facade of playful teasing. Meanwhile, Abigail uses her boyfriend Ethan as a shield to avoid confronting the confusing emotions that swirl inside her whenever she's around Juliette. What happens when Abigail can no longer excuse the way she feels for her best friend? Will Juliette still be around, waiting for Abigail to feel the same, or will she finally move on from the silly little crush she's had since high school?

WATTYS WINNER When her fiancé ends up in a coma and his secret mistress, Halley, shows up, Mary feels like her world is falling apart. What she doesn't realize is she's actually falling in love...with Halley. ***** Eight years after a traumatizing accident that killed one of her loved ones, Mary Kincaid is about to marry her childhood sweetheart when the universe yanks the rug out from under her yet again, leaving her fiancé badly injured and in a coma. Of course this is when his secret mistress shows up, a beautiful person whom Mary should by all rights hate - so why does she find herself inviting her to stay in the spare bedroom? She soon learns that sometimes the person you're looking for comes when you're not looking at all. Content and/or trigger warning: This story mentions violence, addiction, and childhood trauma, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

Gillian Anderson and Courtney Carmichael are enemies...more or less. While the pair seem to constantly be at each other's necks nowadays, it wasn't always this way... In fact, the two used to be best friends. They were practically inseparable until that one fateful night in eighth grade. Only, what really happened that night? ••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Court-" I attempt to reach out to her only for her to push my hand away from her and turn to face me. "You should go." She tells me, avoiding my eyes. "Courtney, please." I beg. "Please don't shut me out again. I promise that I won't ever try to kiss you again." The honey-haired girl scoffs. "That's the thing..." she trails off. "The longer that I'm around you, the more that I want you to kiss me." The sapphire-eyed girl admits.

~Sequel to If Only~ Seven years have passed since Alison Greystone last saw her. At twenty-seven, Alison has built a quiet, gentle life. She writes, teaches, and cares for her family-pouring her love into everyone but herself. Sweet, steady, and endlessly kind, she tells herself she's healed. That she's safe. But when she returns, the calm Alison has so carefully tended begins to crumble. The woman who once shattered her heart hasn't forgotten-or forgiven-the past. Her charm hides something darker, an ache that borders on obsession. And Alison, despite every promise she's made to herself, can't look away. Because some loves don't fade with time. They linger in the shadows, waiting for the moment your heart remembers what it was never meant to forget. ༻❁༺ This is the sequel to my first story If Only, which was a TXS story. You do not need to read the first book for this one to make sense, but I do recommend it. Please feel free to comment and vote. I love seeing them! 💕

Lilith Hawthrone 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's mastered control in every aspect of her life, her sharp mind cutting through complexity to build an empire. Beneath the polished exterior, however, is a woman who loves obsessively but is careful with her love, not wanting to waste it on the wrong person. She's learned to guard her heart, waiting for someone worthy of the intensity she's capable of. Where Lilith is all feelings and chaos, Valentina is order, control, and calculated precision. They come from different worlds, with different rhythms, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

Some ghosts never truly die. Book 2️⃣. Please read K9 before this one. ⚠️Mature/ New Adult (18+) Copyright © 2025 by LezLane All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or scholarly works.