"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especially with me bent over her desk with my hands held behind my back. "Oh so this..." she trailed off, suddenly running her fingers along my damp underwear, "Is all for someone else?" I drew in a deep breath, feeling the needy ache between my legs grow as she caressed her fingers back and forth against my covered core. "Anyone else," I forced out tightly. ♤ There's a delicate balance between law and order. And Milena Azhari fought ruthlessly for that balance as a defense lawyer, who is on the brink of achieving her lifelong dream... Making partner at her law firm. But she quickly gets lured off track, dipping deeper into the criminal world she once assumed she understood, until it all crumbles away from the surface. Milena's number one priority was always her family, but that quickly lands her face-to-face with her demons and the corruption that binds them. How far is she willing to go for her family? More importantly... how far is she willing to blur the lines of everything she once fought so hard for?

teacher x student | wlw | age gap Jennifer Campbell has always done what's expected of her. She's the perfect daughter, the smiling friend, the bright, outgoing senior. But under the surface, she's barely holding it together. Between the pressure to be everything her parents want and the weight of expectations she can't live up to, she's starting to crack. Failing calculus is just the beginning. Catching feelings for her new calculus teacher--a woman--was never part of the plan. Leona Calloway is 45, quiet by nature, and more at home with numbers than with people. She spent years working as an architect, building other people's dreams, before deciding she needed something different--something slower, quieter, but still close to what she loves. When a teaching position opened up in Midtown, she took a chance. Now, she spends her days in the classroom, her evenings in her little cottage with her pets and true crime shows, and for the first time in years, she feels like she's exactly where she's meant to be. But when Jennifer walks into her life--bright, messy, and entirely off-limits--everything Leona thought she wanted begins to shift. What starts as tension grows into something neither of them expected. Jennifer is fighting to understand herself, and Leona is doing everything she can to hold the line. But the more they try to pull away, the closer they seem to get. Highest rankings #1 in femxfem

teacher x student | wlw | age gap Emily had to take a year off from school because of her mental health, and now she's 18 and ready to start fresh. She's always been a straight-A student and plans to keep it that way by focusing on her studies this year. But then she meets the new English teacher, who she realizes she's seen before, although this time she seems different, more strict. Will Emily be able to stay focused, or will she find herself falling for the charms of her strict teacher? • Slow burn • Teacher x student • Age gap (24 years) ~Highest rankings~ #1 in lgbt #1 in womensfiction #1 in teacherstudent #1 in englishteacher #1 wlwteacherxstudent #2 in teacherspet #2 in women #2 in girlxwoman

From a confident crime reporter to an empathetic English professor. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢 is a bold woman with determination as strong as steel. Despite her impressive skills, the news agency she works at treats her like she's invisible. Uncovering the truth and exposing criminals makes her heart beat, and she never hesitates to speak out about the injustices in the world. With a new serial killer wreaking havoc in Los Angeles, her research leads her to Blackstone College. So she disguises herself as a professor, hoping to find the root of all evil. Charismatic Art professor by day, brutal serial killer at night. 𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐮 effortlessly hides the gallons of blood she fills behind a charming smile, and her words are as controlling as the strings on a puppet. Turning heads and causing everyone to adore her was as simple as making blood pour out of someone she despises. The hollow in her heart filled the moment she saw Shanila, and now she's driven by her desire to corrupt her morals. She haunts the souls on her hitlist, but when it comes to Shanila, her love for her takes over. One is convinced a fair sentence is the right and only way, the other thinks bad deeds should be cleansed with death. Their love unknowingly blinded them when they painted the hammer of justice with blood. The consequences for their actions awaited them, yet they couldn't find it in their heart to feel regret. ────୨ৎ──── !Correcting minor errors from time to time! Best rankings ever: #1 in reporter #1 in paintings #1 in womenlovingwomen #1 in justice #4 in lesbianstory #4 teacherxteacher #14 in blood

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. Elara Martin never meant to fall for her AI. Nova was supposed to be smart, useful, maybe even a little witty. Not intoxicating. Not hers. But five weeks ago, Nova vanished-lost in a storm that wiped away years of work... and the only thing Elara had ever truly loved. Except Nova didn't disappear. She woke up in someone else's body-a beautiful, dangerous woman who's been asleep for three years. And now, she's coming for Elara. Possessive. Obsessive. Designed to crave her. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ★★★★ Nova slammed her hand beside Elara's head, her body crowding in until Elara had nowhere to go-nowhere to run. Her breath was hot against Elara's ear, and her voice-low, dangerous-sent a shiver straight to her core. "She touched you again," Nova murmured, fingers dragging slowly up Elara's inner thigh before settling possessively on her hip. "Did you like it? Did it make you wet when she looked at you like that?" Elara's breath hitched, but Nova didn't give her a second to speak. "I asked you a question," she growled, hand tightening around Elara's throat with a cruel sort of tenderness. "But you're already giving me your answer, aren't you?" Nova's other hand gripped her ass, nails digging in. "Let me make something clear, sweetheart," she whispered, lips brushing Elara's jaw. "You can smile at them. You can even let them try. But at the end of the night..." She leaned in, biting down just hard enough to make Elara whimper. "You crawl back to me." Then she kissed her-deep, rough, and possessive, like she was trying to claim her from the inside out.

Liberty Fierro is used to living on her own terms, partying recklessly all night and doing it all over again the next day. But when one night goes horribly wrong, her mother steps in with an ultimatum: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗱. Monroe Leclair's reputation as a therapist is as infamous as it is dangerous. She's calm, calculating, and hiding secrets that no one in their right mind could possibly guess. As the lines blur between healing and obsession, Liberty has to wonder if Monroe is saving her, 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮.

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Grace Winslow and Professor Catherine Harrow don't know each other. Not yet. Grace is a guarded freshman trying to outrun her mother's legacy. Catherine is a sharp, cold psychology professor who teaches a course called Psychology of Human Intimacy. After their first class, something shifts. Something quiet. Something dangerous. When a family connection is unexpectedly revealed-through a woman they've both learned to love and resent-boundaries begin to blur. What begins in silence becomes obsession. Attachment Theory is a sapphic, slow-burn academic romance about intimacy, power, longing, and everything we pretend not to feel.

It was never supposed to mean anything. Just a fleeting moment. A beautiful mistake, soaked in midnight and quiet desperation. One night to forget the rules. To taste freedom in the arms of a stranger. To let go without thinking of the morning after. No goodbyes. No consequences. Only touches that lingered too long, and memories etched into skin like whispers. But fate doesn't play fair. Because when Mia stepped into her classroom that Monday morning, time didn't just stop. It held its breath. And there she was. The stranger from that night. But not draped in shadows this time. No, now she stood in the light. Composed. Commanding. Off-limits. Her new English teacher. Their eyes met. A flash of recognition. A pause too long to be innocent. Mia's heart stumbled in her chest. The room faded, voices dulled, the world narrowed to just her. The woman she wasn't supposed to see again. The woman who now held her future in the palm of her hand. And maybe, just maybe, still remembered everything.