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.

Jade knew that the moment Maya stepped back into the room, soft and sleepy-looking in borrowed cotton, Jade would be gone. Just dust. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. "Get a grip," she whispered harshly. "You're not thirteen and writing fanfiction. She's your friend. She trusts you. Don't be a fucking creep." Still, the part of her she hated most whispered: But what if she wanted you to look? And fuck. What if she did?

She's bold. She's sharp. She's definitely trouble. And she won't leave Emory alone. Cassidy Monroe is new at Halston High a photographer with a cocky smile, a smart mouth, and no sense of personal space. She doesn't care about fitting in, following rules, or keeping her head down. And for some reason, she keeps showing up in Emory Price's life like it's on purpose. Emory doesn't flirt. She doesn't get distracted. She's focused, respected, maybe even a little untouchable. So when Cassidy starts teasing her between classes, sitting beside her in every shared period, and making her laugh when she's trying not to smile, Emory tells herself it doesn't matter. It's just noise. A phase. A girl with too much confidence and no filter. But the thing about Cassidy is she's not that easy to shake. And the longer Emory tries to ignore her, the harder it gets to tell whether she's annoyed... or addicted.

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.

"I'll treat it like it's mine if you admit who it's for." She stated. Her words only made the ache between my legs worse. Fuck I hate her. But in that moment, my common sense seemed to evaporate. The battle between my brain and body seemingly came to an end. The way she was talking to me, the way she was touching me, left my body in a frenzy and she had barely done anything. I had never been this fucking desperate - And I hated it. "It's for you." I mumbled reluctantly as the last shred of my ego slipped away. "Who's it for?" She murmured, slowly sliding my red lace underwear to the side. "It's for you Anastasia." I breathed ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ Anastasia Grey, an lawyer notorious for representing the Mafia, finds herself on the run after getting entangled with the leader of The Green Angels. Originally from Ireland, she finds herself in the heart of New York, attempting to lay low as the assistant of a real estate agent. But with her past slowly creeping up on her and the hot headed blonde she now works for making her life nothing but difficult, how long will it really be before her world begins to crumble around her?

{Edited 13\9\23} Sage Everdeen, is a Mafia boss that disguises herself as a CEO. She has been looking for a wife for some time now. Just as she thought she will give up, she met ℎ𝑒𝑟... Piper Sullivan is a beautiful girl that lives off of tips from old drunk men at the club. What will happen when the two meet?

In a burst of unexpected courage, I pushed her away, finally breaking free from her magnetic hold. She laughed softly, a haunting sound that sent an uneasy flutter through me. "You could've just asked directly if you needed some good old-fashioned fucking, gorgeous. I can make a deal with you, alright?" This side of her was completely different from the Quinn I had met at the party and casually talked to the cafeteria, the one who had seemed so friendly. Was she playing a role back then just to get closer to me? What was her game? Which version of Quinn was the real one? "So that's why you were fascinated with my neck too, huh? Well, over my dead body, Quinn. I will never be part of your twisted pleasures." My frustration bubbled to the surface, fueling my need to escape the bathroom. I hurried toward the door, desperate to leave. "I don't do dead bodies, Chloe," she called after me, her voice laced with mockery. "But if you change your mind, let me know. Besides, it looks like fate keeps bringing us together, doesn't it?" Her eyebrow arched playfully, and her lips curled into a smirk, her expression dark and taunting as I stepped into the hallway. †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Quinn has long embraced the twisted shadows that shape her life - a world where pleasure comes at the cost of her unusual fetish. Indulging in her dark cravings has become second nature. But when she meets Chloe - confident, self-assured, and unwilling to bend to Quinn's allure - their worlds collide in unexpected ways. As Quinn's desires clash with Chloe's resistance, their lives become tangled in a chaotic web of passion and defiance, leaving them both questioning what they truly want from each other. In a push and pull of temptation and restraint, they become entangled in a dangerous dance, testing the limits of each other's boundaries and desires.

My eyes narrowed down at her. God I hate Vampire's. Their perfection, their beauty, their lust for weak minds and strong bodies. I hate how they look and act, all innocent and pure until they desire the life source of all living things. Then they turn into the beasts humans describe all creatures to be, they become the same monsters as the rest of us. ....... Luna doesn't mistreat me like any other Wolf has. She doesn't kick me around and make fun of my fangs or need for blood. She doesn't make me do vulgar things then call me a slut and slap me around when I deny her accusations of me 'liking it'. She's not like every other Wolf out there. She's worse.

She was a simple commoner who was looked down upon for being a halfblood. They were the queens of her kingdom, cruel, sadistic, bloodthirsty, savage, and feared by all. They could make even the gods themselves tremble in their presence. And she will have to work for them as their maid. It is well known that the maids in the castle don't survive long. One mistake could cost Astra her head, even the tiniest one. And being in the same room with even one of the Queen, will that risk rises rather dramatically. Luckily, Astra isn't a normal girl which draws the attention of the demon queens who become rather interested in her. Very interested.

Astrella Vega never expected her first year at university to feel like free fall. Twenty-one, sharp-minded, and eager to study psychology, she wanted answers-about people, about control, about herself. But the moment she steps into Professor Valencia Martinez's lecture hall, those answers begin to twist into something far more dangerous. Valencia is brilliant. Commanding. Magnetic. And entirely off-limits. What starts as admiration soon becomes a volatile game of attraction and manipulation. Astrella is drawn in-intellectually, emotionally, physically-until she's no longer sure if she's the one learning or being studied. Power. Obsession. Boundaries crossed and lines blurred. Because some lessons don't end at the bell. And some scars stay hidden beneath skin.