Cass Tatum's senior year checklist: 1. Don't get expelled (again) 2. Don't punch anyone (important) 3. Don't fall in love with your best friend Unfortunately for her, she's already failing all three. Her grades are tanking, she's about to age out of foster care, and her best friend Lyra, the girl she's maybe, kind of, definitely in love with, is moving 3000 miles away. And as if that isn't enough cosmic irony, the long-lost sister she's spent years wondering about... turns out to be kind of an asshole.

(18+ READERS ONLY! NSFW CONTENT) What happens when two guarded people, each carrying secrets, are forced into each other's orbit in the most domestic, inconvenient way? Elliot is 22 years old, broke and utterly helpless. Sloane is 43, divorced, and completely loaded How will Elliot and Sloane learn to navigate each other, even when every part of them says they shouldn't? Updates every 2-3 days! You can keep up with the characters via my TikTok @yearningoleander

"Giana, I let you get away with your disrespect long enough. You do not tell me to shut up. Disrespecting a Moltisanti is like disrespecting God." The shorter woman scoffed as best as she could seeing her air supply was being cut off. "Oh, so you think you're a god now?" Lucia twisted their bodies pressing Giana against the wall with a thud. "Con il modo in cui potrei averti in ginocchio implorando pietà." ["With the way, I could have you on your knees begging for mercy."] \\\\ Giana wanted nothing more than to graduate and finally move far away from her father who was the Mayor of Chicago and the public eye. But during winter break, she finds all her plans are put on hold when she's kidnapped and forced to spend the next few months at the Moltisanti Estate. Updates every other day!

"It always made you feel powerful when I beg, right?" Morana murmured, her eyes softening as she lowered herself to the cold floor. "So let me beg." Nerezza always knew how to clean up her messes. Knew where to scrape, where to smooth over with a domestic shine of innocence. Erase the evidence. Rephrase the story. Recalibrate the damage. But what happens when the mess starts talking back?

Selena Alexandra Lindström thought her life was ordinary-quiet days filled with books, classrooms, and simple routines. But the moment Valeria La Reina Roja Monteserra walked into her world, everything changed. Love came like fire, consuming, forbidden, and unforgettable. Now, Valeria is gone. Torn away by blood, duty, and shadows that refuse to let her go. All that remains for Selena are memories too vivid to fade, a heart that aches with every sunrise, and a promise she silently carries: to wait for her, no matter how long, no matter how much it hurts. But love has a price. And waiting comes with its own dangers. Forbidden Desires II: The Price of Love is a story of longing and resilience, of how one woman's undying devotion to La Reina Roja Monteserra reshapes her life, her choices, and her destiny. A book of sacrifice, patience, and the haunting truth that some loves are too powerful to let go-even when the world demands otherwise.

Lena Carrington is at the top of the world, she not only founded Carrington Industries but she is also a genius, creating cures and antidotes all the time. Lena does what has to be done to be the best, meaning she is rather cold and only focusing on her work, it doesn't matter her own private life suffers the cost. Zoey Porter is basically a walking sunshine, not one bad bone in her body, Zoey works as Valentina Powers's assistant but her true passion are numbers and science, she also reads people like a book, she tries supressing it but she can't help it when she sees someone she can tell exactly how they are feeling and the reason behind it, except Lena Carrington, that woman is a mystery, a very attractive one at that. Zoey has a threat in her life that she tries to avoid at all costs, but will she succeed? And what will happen to her passion? Can things change for her, and will Lena play a role in it?

Charlotte Dubois was trained for this, covert operations, secret extractions, survival at all costs. But no amount of spy craft prepared her for Giulia Bianchi, the ruthless mafia boss who caught her in the act. Charlotte is supposed to be an asset: valuable, interrogated, then discarded, but Giulia has other plans. Cold, calculating, and untouchable, Giulia Bianchi rules with iron precision. She should've broken Charlotte by now. Instead, she's fascinated by her. The spy isn't afraid. She's not begging. She's daring. As days turn to nights behind locked doors, threats turn into games, and loyalty twists into something darker. Charlotte was meant to be Giulia's prisoner, but desire is a weapon neither of them can control.

Dr. Cameron O'Clare believed being the smartest girl in the room meant she was in control of her research and her life. But when Dr. Mavis Leroy, a brilliant and fiercely private expert in environmental psychology, backed her breakthrough project, everything shifted. Leroy did not just fund the work. She embedded herself into Cameron's world. The choices were no longer hers. She became the variable Cameron had not accounted for. The catalyst. Power. Intimacy. Surrender. Suddenly, Cameron was not sure what she wanted or who held the reins. Like any true catalyst, Leroy did not change herself. She changed everything around her.

G!P 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆🙄 "𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌" Started : July 19th 2023 Ended: October 7th 2024

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.