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.

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.

When Madison Stone stepped into the dimly lit club that summer, she never expected to lock eyes with Isabella Martinez, a beautiful, enigmatic woman who made her feel alive in ways she hadn't before. One unforgettable night of dancing, laughter, and stolen moments later, Madison walked away with a head full of dreams and a heart pounding with possibilities. But when the first day of her senior year rolls around, Madison's world is turned upside down. Her mysterious summer fling is standing at the front of the classroom, not as a stranger, but as Ms. Martinez, her new English teacher. What follows is a tumultuous journey of distance, denial, and undeniable desire. Both women know the risks of their connection, but their hearts refuse to obey the rules. As they navigate secret meetings and stolen glances, their relationship intensifies, ultimately spiraling into a heart-shattering breakup that leaves them both in pieces. Years later, fate intervenes, and Madison and Isabella find themselves face to face once more. Older, more weathered, and carrying the scars of their shared past, the two must confront the love they lost and the pain they've endured. Will they risk everything again for a chance at forever? "A Part of Me Died That Night" is a raw and passionate exploration of forbidden love, heartbreak, and the enduring power of connection. This poignant tale will captivate readers, keeping them on edge as they unravel the story of two souls destined to collide, break, and heal.

Esther Tomko is hiding a huge secret. Even from her best friend. It is an unwritten rule that siblings of your friends are off-limits. And yet she couldn't stop herself from falling for the charmingly smart volleyball captain Josephine "Josie" Bennet after meeting her at her best friend's house in freshman year of high school. Now, when their last year is just around the corner, she decides she finally needs to move on from her by spending time buried in art and looking for another girl to steal her attention away. However, her plans take a detour when she walks into a room she most definitely shouldn't be in and finds out someone else is also keeping a secret from the people in her life. Who was once unreachable moves up to the same step. Hiding Esther's secret becomes much harder when that one faithful night starts a series of events that bring them closer together. It was all supposed to be just a simple crush. - BOOK #1 in a STAND-ALONE series

Eight years ago, Renata Vitali disappeared without warning. No explanation, and certainly no goodbye. Amara said goodbye to her at boarding school like everything was fine and by the time she got home for winter break, Renata was just... gone. Her number? Dead. Her socials? Deleted. Like she'd never existed. Amara Morrison learned quickly not to get attached to anything that could leave. In turn, she built something else instead. Control, structure, and a career that leaves no room for loose ends. Now, she's one of the youngest rising attorneys at LA's most ruthless firm. And Renata? Renata operates in a different world entirely. The kind where power is quiet, influence is inherited, and nothing is ever as simple as it looks. They haven't spoken since they were seventeen. Until Renata walks into a Century City conference room, drops a multi-million dollar case on the table, and asks for Amara by name. Only Amara.

(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

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 ]

At twenty-four, Skye thought finishing school would feel like freedom. Instead, it feels like standing at the edge of something she isn't sure she can survive. When she lands a job at one of the most powerful publishing companies in the city, she tells herself it's just work. Just a stepping stone. Her new boss is nothing like her. At thirty-six, the CEO is disciplined, distant, and relentlessly devoted to her company. Emotions are a liability. Control is everything. Skye is hired to assist her, to stay quiet, to keep up-and to never become personal. But long days, shared silences, and moments that slip through the cracks begin to blur the lines. Skye's carefully hidden struggles start to surface, and the woman who built her life on order is forced to confront something she never planned for: vulnerability, in someone else and in herself. As ambition collides with intimacy, both women must decide what they are willing to risk-for their careers, for their carefully constructed lives, and for each other.

A young single woman unexpectedly meets an older married woman in which they begin their journey of laughter, love, passion and heartbreak.

Elowen Roux is twenty four, confident, stubborn, and convinced she knows exactly who she is. For four years, she has played beside Leah Williamson for both Arsenal and England. Four years of shared changing rooms, away buses, late night texts, inside jokes, stolen hoodies, and the kind of friendship that made everyone around them raise an eyebrow. But Elowen always laughed it off. She was straight. Leah was her best friend. That was all it had ever been. At least, that was what she kept telling herself. When England camp begins and a room mix up leaves Elowen and Leah sharing one hotel room with only one bed, everything they have spent years ignoring starts to feel impossible to hide. Leah is careful, controlled, and determined not to cross a line. Elowen is confused by the way her heart reacts every time Leah pulls away. Because sleeping beside your best friend should feel normal. Missing her touch should not. And when the lights go out, the truth becomes harder to avoid. Elowen swore she was straight. Until Leah stopped feeling like just a friend.