Juliette is a young mother trying to navigate high school and a secret past that haunts her every step. She's determined to keep her life together for the sake of her daughter, Grace. But when she meets her new math teacher, Sage-an intimidating, enigmatic woman-the lines between teacher and student blur in ways Juliette never expected. As an unlikely bond forms between them, Juliette is forced to confront her past, the dark memories she's tried so hard to bury, and a love she never saw coming. But Sage has her own secrets, and the connection between them is more than just a spark-it's the beginning of something neither of them is prepared for. Will Juliette be able to protect Grace and herself, or will the past she's been running from finally catch up with her?

𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 does not believe in second chances. Not with people. Not with love. Not even with herself. Since her husband's death, she has drowned her feelings in wine and work. Same drink, same restaurant, same routine. Until one day she notices a younger woman and hires her on a whim, telling herself it is nothing more than company. 𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 does not have time to fall for someone. She is too busy holding down her job, keeping her sick mother afloat, and trying to hold on to her new girlfriend who makes life seem worth it. When she is offered the chance to become a private chef for double the pay, she takes it, telling herself it is just work. Just friendship. Nothing more. It is about how some things leave, yes. But some things stay, even when you're sure they shouldn't. top rankings - #1 in femmes. #1 in olderwoman. #2 in gxg. #3 in wlw.

Teacher x student wlw -Slowburn- On a regular shift at the bookstore, Maeve helps a woman find a book. The woman is definitely beautiful with her long brown hair, green eyes, impeccable style and she likes reading. As Maeve finishes helping the said woman, she asks her out and gets rejected. What she doesn't is that the woman is none other than Jennifer Walker. Maeve's AP English teacher for the school year to come... Warnings: Mental health issues (anxiety/anxiety attacks/ocd) Smut Possible violence Use of drugs/alcohol

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?

Isabelle taylor is always the person everybody goes to talk to about their own problems but no one listens to her when she has something to say. she's okay until she gets home and the reality hits her, shes not loved. she's just a good shoulder to cry on and no one really knows anything about her. but one constant thing in her life is her english lessons. Katherine brown is 36 years old, one of the smartest people that works at Oakwood Academy and everybody knows it. with a background of attending Oxford university she is controlled, quiet, strict and extremely ethereal. It's always been just her and her maine coon cat since she divorced her late husband. she likes it like that. but maybe she's open to new possibilities? When Katherine finally sees through the tough girl act Isabelle it feels like she wants to protect her and take all her pain away. but she's not sure how. she'll figure it out...

𝗥𝗮𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗻 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 knows how to chase stories-she's just never been the story herself. At 22, Rae is quiet, invisible, and new to the cutthroat world of journalism. When she's mistakenly assigned to cover a high-stakes corporate trial, she finds herself face-to-face with the city's most infamous attorney: 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲-cold as stone, sharp as a knife, and untouchably brilliant. Clara doesn't give interviews. Doesn't answer questions. And definitely doesn't notice journalists-especially not ones like Rae. Until 𝘴𝘩𝘦 does. One conversation turns to three. Three become glances. Glances become touches. And Rae falls. Quietly. Deeply. Clara doesn't fall. Not at first. Not the way Rae does. But when Rae walks away, Clara realizes what she's lost- and 𝘴𝘩𝘦 falls harder. In a world of deadlines, secrets, and sharp suits, love wasn't supposed to be the story. But maybe it always was. One was chasing the truth. The other was hiding it. And somewhere in between, they found each other- in the silence

Leah Bennet is eighteen, sharp-tongued, and impossible to intimidate. Tess Monroe is thirty-seven, composed, sarcastic, and way too good at pushing Leah's buttons. Their bickering is a running joke. Their glares could start fires. They're polar opposites, and everyone knows it. But one night-one heated moment one reckless dare - Leah and Tess kiss. Just to prove a point, they say. That's where it should've ended. Instead, it's where everything begins. Because now, every stare lingers. Every touch feels electric. And neither of them can deny it - their hatred might've just been attraction in disguise. Enemies to lovers. Age gap. Off-limits tension. When lines blur, intentions get messy. And some dares change everything.

At forty-five, Professor Loredana Dove has built her life on control. Cold, brilliant, and respected, she keeps her colleagues at arm's length and her students at a distance. At home, her marriage to an absent, quarrelsome wife is crumbling, leaving her to raise their five year old daughter in quiet isolation. She has convinced herself she needs nothing more until Romina Maple crashes into her classroom. Nineteen smart, and reckless, Romina is the youngest in her year. To her classmates she's the loud, infuriating party girl; to herself, she's a guardian to her three year old brother and the only responsible adult in a house run by aging grandparents. Her defiance masks hunger, her insolence disguises fear. Their lives should never touch. Yet hunger recognizes hunger. What begins as irritation sharpens into fascination, into a dangerous closeness neither woman knows how to resist. Boundaries blur. Rules splinter. And both must face the truth: some desires do not starve quietly, and some silences can undo a lifetime of control. Raw, forbidden, and devastatingly intimate Our Shared Solitude is a story of two women who should have walked away yet found themselves consumed by the one thing they were never meant to want.

Milena gave up college to take care of her family's coffee shop after her father's accident. But when bills pile up and hope runs thin, she turns to underground boxing - dangerous, illegal, and the only thing paying enough to keep them afloat. Across the street from the café sits a towering company run by Viviana Romano- a powerful, cold CEO who secretly owns the ring milena fights in. When Vivianna hears about a new fighter causing a stir, she doesn't expect the stubborn girl from the café. Milena doesn't care who Viviana is - all she sees is a woman who plays safe and never gets her hands dirty. They argue. They clash. But something keeps pulling them back together.

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.