Ocean Kingston is eighteen years old, a senior counting down the final months before everything changes. Graduation looms, freedom feels close enough to touch, and the long-anticipated senior class trip is supposed to be the last uncomplicated memory she takes with her. One month away. One final escape before adulthood begins. The destination is meant to feel like a dream-sun-washed streets, unfamiliar air, and a carefully planned itinerary meant to keep everyone busy and supervised. But plans unravel quickly. Meilani Vilsaint, the school's composed and distant counselor, never intended to spend her time chaperoning a group of seniors. Yet circumstances leave her with no choice. Professional, guarded, and impossible to read, she follows the rules because that's what she's always done. Until the room assignments fall apart. With no other options available, Ocean and Meilani are placed in the same apartment-style suite-separate bedrooms, shared walls, a shared kitchen, a shared living space. Close enough to hear footsteps. Close enough to notice habits. Close enough to blur lines that should never be crossed. What begins as forced proximity turns into quiet tension. Lingering glances. Conversations that stretch too long into the night. Feelings neither of them asked for, in a place far from home where consequences feel distant-but not absent. Because some boundaries exist for a reason. And some connections refuse to be ignored.

They used to dance side by side - Ekaterina and Floralie, best friends, inseparable. Until one betrayal turned them into rivals. Floralie did the one thing Kate could never forgive: she stole her first boyfriend. Years later, Kate makes sure they meet again. Same stage, same dream, same role - the Spring Gala. This time, she's determined to win. To shine. To make Floralie regret everything. Maybe even to take back the boy she lost. But what begins as revenge slowly turns into something else. Every step, every touch, every look brings back what she tried to bury. And what if Kate isn't who she thought she was? What if envy was never the real story between these two rivals ?

"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Born into fame. Forced into the spotlight. When her mother's fashion empire falls into scandal, 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 is automatically involved, and her image is on the line. 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞 is a cold, powerful attorney, hired to silence the scandal and control London. But some entanglements blur the line between control and desire. And not all of them are meant to be undone.

Lena has spent years sculpting herself into perfection captain of the cheer squad, top of her class, the girl everyone loves to hate. But when she's forced to share leadership with Tessa Blake, her most infuriating rival, as co-captains of the basketball team, her carefully constructed world begins to unravel. Tessa is everything Lena isn't: rebellious where Lena follows rules, impulsive where Lena calculates, a wildfire to Lena's controlled flame. Their rivalry has always been fought in biting remarks and competitive glares, but now they have no choice but to work together. 𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮. Will this forced partnership spark something unexpected, or will their explosive dynamic destroy them both in the process?

❝𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆.❞ __________________ Esmeralda doesn't just steal your freedom . She takes your breath, your mind...𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. Ashleen knows she should hate her. But what's the fun in that?

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘺. 𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦. That's what everyone calls me while turning up their noses at me. Even if it's true, I don't care. I have a plan. Keep my head down and graduate from Huxley High to get into my dream university. Well, that was my plan. Until something shattered everything I had worked for. Until I started partnering up for an assignment with the daughter of the family who owns the town. She has the world at her feet. Popular, talented, out of everyone's league, with good looks to match. Everyone craves a piece of her and worships the ground she walks on. Except me. What begins with a school project starts invoking feelings in me, awaking something deep and irresistible in me. 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦... I have never truly existed, until her. The things she makes me feel are filthy. Obscene. But, I soon start begging for more, begging to a degree that scares me as much as it excites me. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥? 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘦. 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩. I always had everything under control, nothing happened I didn't plan for. Until an unforeseen obligation turned my life upside down. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳. She barged into my life unannounced and stripped me down of all the defenses I had built. 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥. 𝘐𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦. A school assignment. A deadline. It should have been a piece of cake. I'm Bailey Steele after all, there is nothing I can't handle.

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 ]

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

18+ Readers Only!! "I woke up with a cheap ring on my wedding finger," Mona told her. Minerva went quiet. "What?" "It's real shitty craftsmanship too, Minerva. I don't know who bought these or who's selling 'em but Christ they gotta stop. Do you have one?" "Unfortunately," Minerva muttered, and Mona could hear her shifting in the bed. "Oh," she breathed finally, "that's... interesting." "What?" "It appears we are married." Mona started laughing. "Nice one, Iva. What's next? You're pregnant and I'm the father?" "Mona I'm serious." "No you ain't." "I've sent you a picture." Just as she finished speaking, Mona's phone chimed and she pulled it from her ear, putting Minerva on speaker. Sitting in their chat was a picture of a certificate. A certificate that stated they were, in the eyes of the law, married. "Fuck me," Mona said, staring at the picture. "How did this happen?" "I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know?" "I don't know," Minerva replied firmly. "What do you remember?" "Nothing!" "Wonderful," Minerva groaned, "absolutely perfect." *********************************************************** Minerva Edevane - a multi-billionaire who is also an heiress to a Scottish fortune that is thousands of years old. Mona Ariti - a traumatised young woman with mummy issues, and also the youngest sister of Minerva's best friend. When the two of them go to a bar in vegas and then wake up the following morning with no memory of the night except for a wedding certificate, they've suddenly got to act like this was the plan all along. That they didn't get heinously drunk and accidentally get married. There are many people that don't want them together, many people that try to tear them apart and hurt them. It's a story of heartbreak, of pain, of trauma, but also of love and comfort and the wonderful things that finding your soulmate can do. Content Warnings: Medical Torture SA Gore Blood Murder There is a discord server for this book.

Claire Whitmore is just trying to find her people- queer friends who love literature just as much as she does. When her younger sister Ashley sends a her a link to an online lesbian book club called 'The Margins We Keep, and tells her "Go be gay and read things." Claire joins. And everything changes from the moment she stumbled upon a quote from The Price Of Salt, it's posted by a user named Juliette. It's a beautiful and very haunting quote. It's Claire's favorite quote too. Claire replies-and Juliette answers. What starts as a shared love of literature quickly unravels into late-night threads, flirty emails, and a growing curiosity that expands across different time zones. Before they touched, they wrote. Every word a confession, every reply a seduction.