Thamara, a bold and fearless young woman, finds herself mysteriously transported to 1955 Bombay, an era she only knows from history. Struggling to adapt, she crosses paths with Anjana, a celebrated film star, and what begins as admiration soon turns into something deeper. As Thamara navigates the glamour and dangers of the film industry, she is torn between duty and desire, fate and free will. But time is running out, and the past holds secrets that could change everything. In a world where love is forbidden and the future uncertain, Thamara must decide-follow her heart or fulfill her destiny?

Katie and Luna are the leaders of two rival high school cliques: the Greens and the Reds. And they absolutely can't stand each other. Every week, they get into intense fights. When Luna has Katie in a tight grip from behind, or when Katie manages to straddle Luna and climb on top of her, their faces inches from each other and bodies almost merged. It's quite the rivalry, isn't it? At least that's what Katie tells herself. Because, how else can she explain this overwhelming urge to be so close physically to her enemy, while her boyfriend is the hottest and most popular guy in school and she should be gravitated to him not to her mortal rival. Every character in this story is over 18 years old. Be careful this story contains: Profanity Smut Violence Abuse Disclaimer: This is an enemies‑to‑lovers story, and it includes a lot of toxic behaviour from both main characters, especially in the beginning. If that's something you're not comfortable with, I genuinely recommend stepping away and protecting your peace. All of their toxic traits, and the deeper reasons behind their actions, will be explored and explained throughout the book. Their behaviour isn't meant to be romanticized, it's something they will actively work through and grow from as the story progresses. This isn't just a light high‑school story, even if it might seem that way at first. There are a lot of traumas and psychological layers hidden underneath, so please approach with caution. And please don't expect the characters to be perfect - they're messy, and that's the point. But if you give the book a chance, you'll understand why.

5:30 AM. Breakfast. Lunch packed. Laundry. Dishes. Designs for women who get to leave the house. Dinner by six. Every. Single. Day. Liora Bennett used to be a name in fashion. Now she's a routine, one her wife built for her, brick by brick, disguised as love. Victoria Hale doesn't hit her. Victoria just needs to know where she is. Who's looking at her. Why she'd ever want to leave a house this beautiful, a life this provided for. Liora tells herself it's fine. She defends her wife even when no one's asking her to. Even after the night she almost lost their baby alone bleeding, terrified, driving herself to the hospital while Victoria slept two doors down and didn't wake up. She's still telling herself it's fine. Until Victoria's boss sees her across a crowded mall. Valentina Ashcroft doesn't smile. Doesn't laugh. Runs half the city and buries the other half when they get in her way. Nobody's ever seen her soften for anything. Until now. Liora built her whole life around staying small enough not to be noticed. She's about to find out what happens when the most dangerous woman in the city notices her anyway. Some cages are made of silk. They're still cages.

"If the shoe fits, Cinderella." Diana Lily Frost said it once. Softly. Like an afterthought. Then walked away still holding her coffee like she hadn't just rewired Mia Moretti's entire nervous system and oxytocin levels. The next time they met Mia smiled. "Good morning, Ice Tea." Diana paused. "...Ice Tea?" " Yes. Cold. Bland. Bitter." Mia tilted her head slightly. "And people only pretend to like it." Diana looked at her for exactly three seconds. Then kept walking. That was two-years ago. By November they were sharing a project, a reading room, and eleven pm arguments that the entire library had learned to expect. By the ending of November Mia had also learned that Diana Frost did not raise her voice. Did not scramble. Did not perform. She simply waited. Watched. Let you build your entire argument. And then dismantled it in two sentences while looking slightly bored. It was, unfortunately, the most attractive thing Mia had ever witnessed. Not that she would say that. Not that she would say anything. Except- "You kissed me to shut me up?" Diana glanced up from her laptop. "It worked didn't it." A pause. The smallest almost-smile. "My Cinderella." Mia Moretti had never lost anything in her life. Arguments. Trades. Academic wars against people twice her age. Never. But Diana Lily Frost transferred to [UNIGE] University of Geneva in September and by November Mia was losing something she didn't have a word for yet. And the worst part? Diana knew. She absolutely knew. And she was so, so calm about it. [ gxg - slow burn - enemies to lovers - she fell first, but my darlings the other one didn't just fall, she shattered ] WEEKEND UPDATES🎀

Fine. I'll marry him. But I swear, I'll train that guy like a puppy. Sit. Speak. Die. and THEN dad smiles, Actually beta... that's the real problem. Your uncle doesn't have a son. He has... a daughter. WHAT THE ACTUAL-?! Basically, a Thai lesbian drama with just a sprinkle of Indian masala.

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

A Forbidden Vampire romance between a teacher and her mysterious and untouchable student, where Fate, Blood, and Love collide. Meera's life was never meant to intertwine with hers. Ryka is the student who shouldn't be there. Mysterious, untouchable, and carrying a legacy of blood that ties her to something older, darker, and forbidden. A woman whose presence should have been nothing more than a whisper in the night. But fate, as it always does, has a way of rewriting the rules. In a world where curses are as old as time, and bonds are formed by blood, Meera finds herself bound to Ryka by a force stronger than reason-one that shouldn't exist, one that shouldn't be. A bond between teacher and student, a love between women, all forbidden, all consuming. This is a tale of a love that should never have been, and yet, it burns hotter than anything they've ever known.

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬: "𝘼𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙩," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨." "𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩," 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩!" 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚. "𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜...." 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢. "𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙣." 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙩, 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨. 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧. "𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥?" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙.

Simra Blanchard is seven years old and she already knows something is wrong. Her mama rules seven kingdoms and doesn't sleep. Her mother sharpens knives at midnight and smiles like a secret. They do not touch. They do not fight. They just watch each other across every room like they are waiting for something. Simra doesn't know what it is yet. She will. * Rowan Smyth has been planning this since she was fifteen years old and had nothing left. She has the mate bond. She has the mark on her neck. She has a daughter with her face and her wife's birthmark. A living, breathing reason to stop. She's not stopping. The bond breaks one way. She knows the cost. She's decided it's worth it. She just needs to stop looking at Simra when she thinks that. * Alessia Blanchard has ruled for two centuries on blood and patience. She knows what her mate is building toward. She has always known. She falls a little more in love with her every day anyway. A queen who won't stop. A hunter's daughter who won't forgive. A seven year old girl who loves them both and doesn't know she's the only thing keeping them alive. She wants mercy. Rowan wants blood. Simra wants her mother's. The war was never about the throne.

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