Temptation had always been Lily's hamartia... Just starting her final year of high school, never did she expect to plummet so deep and become so sinfully bound to someone so narcotic yet maliciously heavenly as her. Consequences so seemingly inconsequential, it was futile for Lily to ignore the allure of such an elegant woman. After all, how could she defy a connection so transcendent beyond what words can fathom, and something so... 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. [tw: sex, violence, mature themes, drugs, mental health, self-harm, death.]

"I know," Talia said, voice low. "But I don't want our first time to be a blur. I want it to ruin you." Mira blinked, stunned. "I want you clear-headed. Sober. I want you to remember how I touch you. How I taste you. I want you trembling under me, not swaying because of wine." ✧⁠*✧⁠*✧⁠*✧⁠* Talia Laurent is a 29-year-old gallery owner and elusive artist, wrapped in mystery and manicured precision. She commands every room with quiet authority, her intensity strong but always controlled. She rarely smiles, but when she does, it ruins people. She's built walls no one has dared to scale-until Mira. Mira Evans is 21, an art student who doesn't paint, but lives and breathes in creative spaces. She's free-spirited, emotionally brave, and effortlessly magnetic-a contrast to Talia's polished restraint. Mira loves fiercely, questions everything, and never plays safe. She's intrigued by the cold, unreachable woman behind the gallery walls-and unaware that her presence is awakening something possessive and raw in Talia. Where Mira brings color and chaos, she also exposes what's been buried beneath Talia's years of detachment. ! Mature content included !

Isadora Collins an 18 year old student ready to start her last year of school as a senior, with a troubled past, suffering under her abusive mother and dealing with trauma. Meeting the new English teacher, a woman who turns her world upside down and shows her everything she was afraid of through a new view.

Living under the same roof was the last thing Maya and Grace wanted. But when Maya's dad and Grace's mom decide to move in, there was no way around it. Maya is an impulsive, reckless, extremely rich girl who hates being told what to do. Grace, on the other hand, is simple, reserved, and seemingly perfect. They are polar opposites in every way, constantly clashing and challenging each other. As their differences make things worse, new feelings start to grow: jealousy, attraction, vulnerability. The lines between hate and something more start to blur. As their feelings grew, the undeniable desire and passion between them became impossible to resist. Neither of them was ready for it.

GxG | Vampire romance | Trilogy. Cosima snapped her legs tighter around Vanya's arm, locking it down. "Enough. I'm finished." The Queen tilted her head, golden hair sticking to her damp shoulders. "You're finished when I say so." Cosima snarled-and then groaned, too tired to keep the growl intact. "Vanya..." Vanya studied her for a long moment, golden eyes glowing faint in the shadows. Then, deliberately, she pulled her hand free. Her fingers were slick, glistening as she lifted them, letting the light catch. She admired them for a moment-like an artist admiring her brush after painting a masterpiece. Cosima hid her face in the pillow, mortified and wrecked. "You're insufferable." "Insufferably good in bed, am I not?" Vanya corrected, smug as ever. Cosima weakly shoved at her shoulder. "Get my glasses." Vanya arched a brow. "Now?" "Yes, now," Cosima muttered, voice muffled. "They're somewhere on the bed. I can't see you properly." The Queen's grin softened, just slightly. She shifted off, searching through the rumpled sheets until she plucked the glasses up delicately. Cosima cracked one eye open, watching her through a haze of exhaustion. "You actually listened." Vanya turned back, crawling onto the bed with that feline grace of hers, lips quirking. "Don't get used to it." She leaned down, golden hair spilling over Cosima's chest, her lips brushing hers once more-soft this time. "You're ruined," she whispered against her mouth, pleased. "My doing." Cosima's laugh came out wrecked, airy. "Proud of yourself, Your Majesty?" Vanya smirked. "Utterly."

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?