Natalia Parker era la profesora que nadie se atrevía a mirar dos veces. Elegante, inteligente y completamente inalcanzable, tenía esa clase de presencia que imponía silencio apenas entraba al aula. Hasta que una de sus alumnas dejó de verla solo como una autoridad... y empezó a desear todo lo que nunca podría tener. Lo que comenzó como simples miradas y encuentros después de clase pronto se convirtió en una tentación imposible de ignorar. Porque cuanto más intentaban mantener la distancia, más peligroso se volvía todo entre ellas. En una universidad llena de reglas, secretos y rumores, cruzar la línea podría costarles demasiado. Pero hay provocaciones que no desaparecen. Solo se vuelven más intensas.

Arabella Wilson arrives in Oregon for her senior year hoping for a fresh start. On her first day, she meets Scarlett Topaz, who quickly becomes her first real friend, and Avery Dakota, the intimidating English teacher everyone fears. But Arabella soon discovers that the woman behind the strict classroom persona is much more complicated-a mother, a daughter, a sister, and someone carrying parts of her past she refuses to share. As Arabella becomes connected to Avery's world through unexpected friendships and family ties, she begins to understand that people are rarely who they appear to be.

(GirlxGirl) "'You're so pretty, Casey.' Her hand stops moving along my arm, and I raise my gaze to meet hers. Her eyes are darker than usual, and her expression is intense. The dim lamp lighting illuminates the structure of her face, making her look even more intimidating than she already is. 'What?' I breathe. 'I really like you.'" ----- Casey Winters is the star of the soccer team at her school. She's a gifted player, and her talents have led her team to championships. Her one weakness? School. Casey manages to get by in her other subjects with the help of her friends and online videos, but math is a struggle, and she has given up. But when Hazel offers to tutor her, everything changes. Math becomes easy for Casey, but things are still difficult; for other reasons. ----- Highest Rankings: #1 in sliceoflife (out of 45.2K stories) #1 in gayaf (out of 27.8K stories) #1 in oblivion (out of 1.62K stories) #3 in soccer (out of 16.3K stories) #3 in sports (out of 25.6K stories) #5 in gxglesbianlgbt (out of 7.37K stories) #4 in nonbinary (out of 13K stories) #9 in wlw (out of 52.4K stories) #11 in bisexual (out of 47.6K stories) #12 in insecurity (out of 5.74K stories) #15 in lesbian (out of 150K stories) #lgbtqromance #highschool #teenfiction

She was supposed to be a stranger. Now she's standing at the front of my classroom. Ivy Thomas wanted a quiet start new campus, new life, nothing complicated. But that promise shatters the night she meets a woman in the bookstore dark eyes, commanding voice, the kind of beauty that leaves fingerprints on your thoughts. The next morning, that same woman walks into the lecture hall. Professor Hernández. Sharp. Brilliant. Intimidating. And completely off-limits. Her gaze lingers too long. Her words cut too close. Every rule says stay away yet every look says don't. She challenges Ivy, tests her, unravels her with nothing but a stare. Because this isn't a story about a crush. It's about the slow, dangerous pull between two women who should know better and the moment wanting her becomes something Ivy can't control. She challenges me. Intimidates me. Sees right through me. And even when I know I should walk away... I can't. Because sometimes the most forbidden love is the one that feels inevitable.

Hey guys this is for my lesbians and bisexual girlies and happy pride month day🌈 This is my first ever book if you feel uncomfortable don't read it I'm gonna warn you guys don't vote too much I have seen a lot of authors lost their books due to the votes because of it they have to repost it. Please don't vote too much 🙏 I made myself clear I said "No boys allowed and don't interact with straight guys"

Mia McCarthy is the class clown - always making people laugh, but secretly harboring a crush on her best friend's twin sister, Charlotte Vanderhorn. Charlotte is everything Mia thinks she's not: confident, popular, and way out of her league. As Mia's senior year unfolds, balancing friendships, school, and her role in the student newspaper, she begins to question if her feelings for Charlotte might not be so one-sided after all

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

teacher x student wlw age gap slow burn "You know, Professor, outside of university you're almost likable." Eleanor looked up from her coffee. "Almost?" "Don't get too excited." Professor Eleanor Pierce has exactly one opinion about Celine Avery: she's chaotic, exhausting, and somehow always at the center of every disaster. Celine, meanwhile, is busy hiding the fact that she spends her nights on dangerous missions while trying not to fail psychology during the day.

Story 3 ~ girlxgirl ~ womanxwoman ~ lesbian ~ ****Mature Content, Strong Language, Sexual Content, Violence/Abuse**** This story is about Taytum James, the daughter of Kyler and Lauren James. This story takes place after "Everything I Need" and can be read as a stand alone story however if you want the backstory of Taytum's parents then please read story 1 "I Loved You Before I Met You" and story 2 "Everything I Need". ~ Taytum James has a great life. She has two loving mom's and a loving, but sometimes annoying, younger brother but there is one thing she doesn't have that she wants. Or rather, someone she wants. Since Taytum was 17, she has had a crush on her next door neighbor Danielle Howard since Danielle first moved in. The only problem though is that Danielle or Dani as Taytum calls her is 12 years older than her, has a four year old daughter and is straight. Will things work out the way Taytum hopes or is she destined for heartache? Will her first crush be her forever? There's only one way to find out and that's to read First Crush, My Forever. ~ Feel free to comment and review. Thanks for reading! ~ Eden Shay Cover created by Eden Shay Copyright © Eden Shay All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this story, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. ©All Rights Reserved

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 ]