Nova had always thought that love was never meant for her. From pathetic high school boys to arrogant frat guys, romance had always felt more like a nuisance than a dream. She wasn't looking for it, and she sure as hell didn't need it. Until it appeared in the most unexpected place: Her unpredictable, and impossibly cold chemistry professor. Love wasn't supposed to look like this. It wasn't supposed to be off-limits And it definitely wasn't supposed to be with a women. But love doesn't care about rules, and Nova's about to break every single one them. ─────────────── Fully edited and revised - June 2026.

"Why are you mad at me?" I asked nervously, looking down. I didn't know it would make her mad that I had someone over to comfort me, i didn't want to call her so I won't annoy her. "Because Grace.." she said sighing "..I want you all for myself" --- Grace Rodriguez, an 18 year old girl that just moved to college. She doesn't have the best life, she suffers from depression and PTSD from things that happened to her in the past. Her high school years weren't good either.. She kept getting bullied by the same person. Rumors were made about her which made her lose every friend she ever had but she never knew what was the reason of that girl bullying her because Grace was always the quiet girl that kept a smile on her face even if she doesn't feel happy. Grace felt free when she finished her senior year, knowing she doesn't have to deal with her bully, Ellie Miller anymore but the unexpected happened to her when she goes to college.. Not only that she saw the person that bullied her in college..she has to stay in the dorm with her for the rest of the college years.. Intersex/g!p x fem girl This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -self harm/depression/PTSD -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -mention of murder and death -sexual harassment/assault

Sloane is what's left when the truth is taken too early. Luca is what survives when the truth is told too late. They were never meant to stand in the same room without something breaking. Every look is a reminder. Hate should have been enough. It should have stayed simple. Clean. But it doesn't. It fractures. It lingers. It turns into something heavier-something that makes it hard to breathe when the other gets too close. And the closer they get, the more they realize that everything they once felt is starting to burn.

Book 1 of Inheritance Series Banks Mitchell has had a plan since she was sixteen Play soccer at UNC, follow in her mother's footsteps, and love Noah Martinez the way she always has steady, certain, safe What she didn't plan for was Ivy Ivy Martinez has spent four years filing away the memory of one kiss that was never meant to mean anything. Banks called it practice. Ivy called it the moment she understood exactly how much trouble she was in. She watched Banks fall for her little brother anyway and told herself that was fine That she was fine She almost believed it They've been best friends their whole lives. Grew up in the same circle, at the same beach house every summer, around the same kitchen tables and their mothers best friends long before either of them took their first breath. Banks and Ivy were unavoidable in every aspect except the one that mattered most Now they're roommates Same apartment. Same walls. Same 2am silences that stretch just a little too long. Ivy knows every version of Banks Mitchell the girl who laughs too loud, cries at Disney movies and will look you dead in the eye and deny it, and has never once in her life slowed down long enough to feel something she wasn't ready for The problem is Banks is starting to feel something she is very much not ready for Noah is 30 minutes away, finishing his senior year, and texting every night like clockwork. Riley Mitchell is coaching right across campus and already sees too much. And Ivy is right there wild and warm and familiar pretending she isn't waiting for something Banks doesn't even know she's capable of giving One kiss was practice This is something else entirely 18+ | sapphic romance | boyfriend sister | roommates | slow burn | forbidden | college | found family | The Inheritance Series

Killing Me Softly is a dark, sapphic, age-gap erotic thriller of power, surrender, and the dangerous pull of obsession. A birthday trip to the infamous Club Lilith was supposed to be a one-night rebellion for Avery, a taste of a world far from her quiet life. She never expected to catch the eye of the club's enigmatic owner, Victoria. Elegant, powerful, and ruthless, Victoria deals in a very particular form of justice outside the law. When she sets her sights on Avery, she doesn't just pursue her - she unravels her. Seduced into a shadowy world where obsession is a weapon and morality is blurred, Avery is forced to confront a terrifying question: how far will she go for a woman who might save her, or destroy her?

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.

STORY IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION (all 65 chapters will be back up soon) ────────────────────────────────────── "Every time she pushed me away, it felt like I was stepping closer to understanding her-maybe more than I wanted to. But when she pulled me in, I couldn't resist." ────────────────────────────────────── This story is GXG || Intersex ────────────────────────────────────── TW | This story includes: •Abuse •PTSD •Slurs •Alcohol, Smoking, Drugs •Language •Detailed Sexual Content

She was just the girl in the room next door... until she wasn't. When Fenix's Mom moves in with Maze's Dad, neither girl expects to end up living a single wall apart from someone who can unravel them with just one look. What starts as accidental glances and quiet, stolen moments soon becomes something neither of them can ignore. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to hide the sparks threatening to set their new life on fire. Falling for the girl next door was never part of the plan... but resisting her might be impossible.

This is a mature, standalone girlxgirl story. Caitlyn never expected her best friend's little sister to kiss her on New Year's Eve four years ago. To her, Hazel was always Jace's awkward little sister nicknamed, "sprout," that tagged along in car rides, wore baggy clothing, and would be afraid of being the slightest bit tardy to class. So, of course, Caitlyn had to let her down gently before Hazel returned to her first year of college. Four years later, her best friend presents her with the idea of moving in with Hazel, who freshly graduated college. Obviously, she agrees, because what harm can little ole' sprout do? A lot. Because, Hazel is a lot different than what Caitlyn remembers. Bratty, tight clothing, and overall body of a goddess, all paired with the Hazel she knew and loved. But, under this new exterior, Caitlyn can't help but think differently of the woman that kissed her four years ago. - Hazel was always in love with her brother's best friend, Caitlyn. Ever since they were kids, she admired her from afar and tried to get as close as possible. So, misinterpreting the signs, during winter break of her freshman year of college, she decides to kiss her. Oh, she was sorely mistaken. Crushed. Heartbroken. Humiliated. Hazel goes back to college with the intention to forget about Caitlyn and reinvent herself. Yet, when she's found herself in shitty situation where her apartment isn't available for the next year, her brother convinces her to move in with Caitlyn. What could go wrong?

The school knows Ezra as the mysterious badass who always speaks her mind, but the truth is that she is barely holding on. She is forced to work long hours to support herself and her depressed mother and just wants to be reassured and loved by someone. Avery is the smart quiet girl in the back of the class who is way to awkward to talk to anyone other than her best friend, Ally. She hates being called the innocent and sweet girl, she longs to be taken seriously and to one day stop being so afraid to show confidence. What happens when Ezra starts failing Chemistry and is forced to have a tutor who constantly drives her crazy? Will Ezra finally feel like she is being understood and let her guards down? Will Avery be able to build her self-confidence hanging out with Ezra? Will these two fall in love? You can figure it all out if you read this book. Also this is a rough draft, beware. #1 in girllove 6/11/20