Adrienne Brookes is a highschool senior with a sharp tongue and a talent for trouble. Her sarcasm is a shield, one she learned to wield early, because surviving her home life means never letting anyone see too much. And Adrienne has secrets. More than she can carry. But one slip in her carefully crafted mask is all it takes for Ivy Adair, her cold and calculating psychology teacher, to notice the cracks. Ivy is the last person Adrienne should trust, and the only one she can't seem to stay away from. Wanting distance is easy. Keeping it is impossible. ‼️ GAY ‼️ SEXUAL CONTENT ‼️ ABUSE AND VIOLENCE - There will not be warnings in individual chapters. This book is for mature audiences only. Do not read if sensitive to the above content.

My boss is cruel, demanding, and determined to make my life miserable. Every shift leaves me wondering why I haven't quit yet. But when circumstances force us to spend more time together, I catch glimpses of the woman behind the sharp tongue and impossible standards. The closer we get, the harder it becomes to ignore the chemistry between us. Falling for my boss was the last thing I wanted-but now, she might be the only thing I can't walk away from. ❤️🏳️‍🌈

🚨 WARNING 🚨 This is a sapphic erotic fanfiction AU featuring Englot (Engfa Waraha x Charlotte Austin) and intersex characters. Expect WLW romance, mature themes, and heavy angst. New York City. Elite prep school. Monster royalty in perfect uniforms. Engfa Waraha is a werewolf heir, raised to become Crown of St. Dymphna's. Then vampire princess Charlotte Austin shows up - wrong bloodline, wrong side, annoyingly perfect. They're meant to hate each other, fighting for the same throne...until something starts hunting students, and Engfa realises her biggest problem isn't the monster war. It's that she's falling for the girl she's supposed to destroy. 🩸🐺💔 ⚠️ Disclaimer & Content Warnings⚠️ This is a fanfiction based on the fictional pairing of Engfa Waraha & Charlotte Austin (Englot). All characters, plotlines, and world-building are dramatised and entirely fictional. This story is rated 18+ and contains: 🔞 **Explicit sexual content (fem/fem + intersex) This story contains: - Intersex representation (woman with a penis) - Jealousy, heartbreak, sapphic angst, erotic drama - Werewolves, vampires, elite bloodlines, and power games Please read with caution. Reader discretion advised. Not suitable for minors. ❗ No imagery, likenesses, or characters used in this work are owned by us. This is a non-commercial, fan-created story. No copyright infringement intended.

In this story Captain Andersen is still alive and celina is not a rookie anymore. What will happen when the undercover mission goes wrong and feelings reach the surface. All the chapter names are a song name:) All rights to the rookie.

Charlotte Austin dreams of becoming an actress and will stop at nothing to achieve it. When she stumbles upon an information that could damage a certain famous celebrity's career at that time, she found herself being offered an opportunity that may or may not help her in achieving her dreams: to become the personal assistant to Bangkok's reigning celebrity, Engfa Waraha. Engfa, known for her selfish and impetuous ways, finds herself unexpectedly drawn to Charlotte. Which left her questioning what matters more: fame or love?

Grace Wilson came to UCLA for a fresh start. She wanted to leave the New York shadows behind-the rain-slicked roads, the lightning that stole her sister, and the mother who turned a kitchen knife into a weapon of hate. She carries her secrets in the long sleeves she wears in the California heat and the white pills she swallows to keep the ghosts at bay. She's fragile, guarded, and determined to stay invisible. But Valentina Lopez sees everything. Cold, brilliant, and dangerously observant, Professor Lopez doesn't just teach psychology-she dissects it. From the moment they collide in a bookstore, Valentina becomes the predator to Grace's prey. She's a storm of Chilean fire and Italian ice, a woman who uses her PhD like a scalpel to find every one of Grace's fractures. Valentina doesn't want to help her. She wants to own her. It starts with lingering gazes in the lecture hall. It escalates to accidental touches that feel like electric shocks. But in the dark corners of a West Hollywood bar, the lines between mentor and student blur into something obsessive, manipulative, and completely forbidden. Grace is a virgin who has never known love. Valentina is a master of the human mind who doesn't believe in it. In a game where the Professor holds all the power, Grace is about to learn that the most dangerous place to be... is noticed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I am a psychology major, Grace. I know exactly which buttons to push to make you come undone. The question is... why are you so eager to let me?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING: This story contains dark themes, depictions of depression, self-harm, and an intense power imbalance. Reader discretion is advised.

Willow Cherrydale is the perfect definition of walking sunshine. Energetic, funny, always ready with quick joke. An ambitious girl with big dreams of an architecture carrier. Now in the final chapter of her academic studies at Columbia University in New York. Her current focus: Interior Architecture. Until the day she walks into the wrong classroom - or unfortunately, the right one. Professor Ashcroft's classroom isn't just a room. It's better known as a battlefield. Clinical, cold and infamous across campus, she's know as "The Devil in Disguise" or "the Ginger Executioner." In her course, you don't just have to master the material - you have to survive her judgment. Will Willow be able to break through the walls Ashcroft has built? Or will she become just another student crushed by the weight of that relentless judgment? [wlw] [slowburn] [professorxstudent]

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

Ivy Williams didn't come to Heartfelt University for drama. She came to pass her classes, chain-smoke her way through the stress, and stay out of trouble. Then she met Professor Sinclair. Cold, condescending, and infuriatingly attractive, Sinclair seems to have made it her mission to ruin Ivy's life one lecture at a time. But Ivy gives as good as she gets-and the more they clash, the more the tension starts to twist into something else. Something neither of them is ready for but both of them want far too badly. Sharp words turn into slow glances. Power plays turn personal. And soon, the only thing more dangerous than their rivalry... is what might happen if it stops. [wlw]

Some mistakes leave bruises long after the touch is gone. Thalia married young, believing love was supposed to be forever. Now, at nineteen, she's learning what heartbreak really means. A med student surviving on caffeine, deadlines and pure stubbornness falls hard... and breaks even harder. But shattered things can be put back together, if the right hands try. Maybe those hands belong to Artemis Thorne. Artemis Thorne is everything Thalia shouldn't want, cold, unreadable, unpredictable in all the ways people warn you about. A lawyer sharp enough to destroy careers and hearts with the same precision. She built her power brick by brick, wall by wall, until no one could get close enough to hurt her. And then Thalia walked into her office with a broken marriage, trembling voice, and eyes that shouldn't still believe in love. Artemis knows better. Knows she should keep professional distance. Knows this is a girl who needs safety, not temptation. But some things are harder to resist than they should be. Some things feel like a dare. And somewhere between broken vows and whispered confessions, Artemis starts wanting more than she's allowed to touch, something forbidden. Because Thalia isn't just a client. She's the weakness Artemis swore she'd never have again, soft, tempting, and easily to ruin.