It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

Josie: I found a guy, he seemed nice enough, we fooled around! It's not my fault that he didn't tell me he had a girlfriend! How would I have known it was the bitchy blonde, Tatum Levine's boyfriend?! I thought we'd never have to talk again after she understandably kicked me out, but of course the world hates me, because we are partnered together for a group project. Tatum: It's not her fault, not really, but she unintentionally is the proof I needed to confirm nobody stays. Not really. They might still be in my life but they're already gone. Even the boyfriend, my last test to see if people really stayed, failed. And now I have Josie, the most annoying, talkative girl in my class, following me around like a leech. The worst part? I'm beginning to like being around her, and now, I have to keep reminding myself that she is not an exception. She'll leave, too.

(Original/unedited version) Lilith Carlisle, an 18 year old senior in high school whose life gets turned upside down when she meets her best friend's boss, 32 year old CEO billionaire, Scarlett Lenore. Lilith soon finds how captivating Ms. Lenore really is as the intensity of their proximities increases greatly. Lilith now must choose but between she knows and what she needs.

LANA: I fell in love with the golden girl. She's the perfect student, the skilled captain of the volleyball team, and the girlfriend of the nicest players on the football team. She's my best friend, but ever since she kissed me as a dare at a party before freshman year, that's all I can think of. Senior year is here, and after last summer's shitty series of events, I don't deserve such a wonderful woman as her. CHARLOTTE: My best friend is the school player. She parties and drinks and sleeps around, she's a free spirit. Apparently I've got the perfect life, but why do I still think about that kiss with her? Why do I wish I could have that type of feelings for my own boyfriend? Why can't I stop thinking about her all the time? She's just my best friend though... right...?

21-year-old Luna Volcy is spending the summer with her family at their beach house in the Hamptons. When her sister decides to invite her best friend, who also happens to be Luna's longtime crush, and the same girl who broke her heart at Luna's high school graduation party. Things get complicated and old feelings get involved. What happens when they're forced to spend three months together? Edited*

Sometimes we're not even fully aware of how similar hate and love really are. How closely they sit together, how thin the line is between them. One wrong word, one wrong choice, one moment of fear or anger, and you cross it without even realizing you've done so. That's how it had alwags been with Casey Miller and Olivia Lordan. They didn't hate each other for no reason. There were reasons, plenty of them, actually. Old wounds that never healed right, memories that calcified instead of fading, words spoken too young and carried for too long. But were those reasons valid enough? That was the question no one ever asked out loud. Because validity is subjective. Pain doesn't measure itself against intent. Trauma doesn't care how old you were, or what you meant to do. It just exists, heavy and unrelenting, shaping you whether you want it to or not. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has demons they fight in private. Some people turn inward and rot quietly. Some people explode. Some people run. Some people stay and harden. None of it is clean, and none of it is fair. And maybe that was the cruelest part for them. Not the hate. Not the anger. Not even the silence. But the fact that, once upon a time, it had been love, or something dangerously close to it, and that was what made everything else hurt so much more.

No one hated each other as much as Tyler Murphy and Hazel Parker, every glance a slow, venomous burn. Yet beneath the surface, something deeper pulled them in, something they consumed in bitter, silent doses. It wasn't the hatred that destroyed them-it was the poison they couldn't stop sipping. The poison of love.

Who knew that being stuck in detention and extra mandatory swim practices with each other would bring two rivals together? Louie Monroe has learned that working hard for what she wants, not what others want from her, is the way to go. She's one of the best swimmers on the team and couldn't care any less about any of them and their hateful comments. And she definitely doesn't care about the team captain. Winter Montgomery, the swim team captain, also known as the ice queen, works hard to make sure she's perfect. Her grades, her swims, her whole life revolves around the expectations nobody gives her other than herself. The 'go-with-the-flow' girl and the perfectionist stuck together as punishment? Nothing could go wrong...

Willow Grey is 18 years old, sharp, attentive and intersex. Some see her as quiet and rude as her friends know the real Willow. She is determined and charming. Holly Anderson is 23 years old with a husband of two years and a new job as a teacher. Her life has always been this perfect story, making her parents and people around her admire her. But they both know there's something wrong...

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw