A slow-burn WLW dark romance exploring the blurred lines between power, desire, and identity. When Naomi Bennett returns from a year abroad, she's ready to start fresh - new course, new friends, new version of herself. Psychology was never part of the plan, but it's hers now... even if her parents still wish she'd studied law instead. Then comes Ms Chambers. Beautiful. Unreadable. Dangerous in ways Naomi can't quite put into words. A woman who owns every room she walks into - including the lecture hall. Naomi doesn't like her. She's too confident. Too composed. Too... something. But for someone she supposedly can't stand, Ms Chambers is increasingly hard to ignore. The tension is quiet, precise - threaded through loaded glances and careful silences. It's just in Naomi's head. Isn't it? As boundaries blur and obsession simmers beneath the surface, Naomi begins to question everything - what she wants, what she knows, and who she really is beneath the version of herself she's always performed. Because some lessons don't stay in the classroom. ⚠️ Content / Trigger Warnings: (Please avoid reading if any of the following may affect you.) Emotional manipulation Power imbalances Age gap Questioning / confusion around sexuality Gaslighting Obsessive behaviour Toxic relationships Coercion CNC Mild alcohol use / binge drinking

UNDER CONSTRUCTION! This book is being edited some chapters may not make sense right now but I also don't want to delete this version so please look past time jumps and spelling right now! Was #1 in -Onenightstand -Gaypride -reckless -pills -wattpadpride ■■■ SMUT, 18+ ■■■ ♡Kitten Series♡ 1○ Kitten 2○ Mistress 3○ Tipsy 4○ Controlled 5○ Waves 6● Time-laps 7○ Motions 8○ Conditions 9○ Consequences "Um," I mumbled as she sucked on my neck no doubt leaving a hickey. "I want to have sex with you." "No Dolly." She breathed down my neck, her British accent was such a turn on. "Please," I beg. "Miss Spencer, I told you I wouldn't." "But please I want to have sex with you. Please?" She ran her hand down over my body and hooked her thumb in the waistband of my pants. "Don't beg, you don't know how badly I want you." □□□ THIS STORY IS BEING EDITED, THE SPELLING IS HORRIBLE BECAUSE THIS WAS WRITTEN AGES AGO.

❝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?

One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.

Dr. Cameron O'Clare believed being the smartest girl in the room meant she was in control of her research and her life. But when Dr. Mavis Leroy, a brilliant and fiercely private expert in environmental psychology, backed her breakthrough project, everything shifted. Leroy did not just fund the work. She embedded herself into Cameron's world. The choices were no longer hers. She became the variable Cameron had not accounted for. The catalyst. Power. Intimacy. Surrender. Suddenly, Cameron was not sure what she wanted or who held the reins. Like any true catalyst, Leroy did not change herself. She changed everything around her.

When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.