Abigail, 17, has always lived in the shadow of secrets. Ever since that night, the one no one talks about, her world has been silence, stares, and scars. Going back to school after a quiet summer, Abby tries to keep her head down - and fails. Worse: her father just remarried a woman she barely knows. Evelyn. 33. Elegant, mysterious, and cold as winter. With her perfect black hair, her chilling smile, and her sharp words when no one's around, Evelyn quickly turns their shared house into a prison Abby can't escape. Forced to live under the same roof while her father's away on business trips, the two women begin a quiet war - of glances, insults, tension, and something else they both refuse to name. Something dangerous. Something that hurts. And yet... something neither of them can ignore. What will happen when forced proximity turns into something far more dangerous than hate? WARNING: this story contains mature themes including traumatic past, emotional manipulation, toxic dynamics, and age gap. 18+ content may appear. Highest rankings: #1 slowburn 22/07/25 #1 womensfiction 14/08/25 #1 womanxwoman 21/07/25 #1 girlxwoman 12/07/25 #1 mommy issues 10/08/25 #1 stepmother 26/08/25 #1 femxfem 01/10/25 #1 lgbt 04/10/25 #1 richgirl 12/11/25 #3 wlw 09/07/25 #5 love 28/07/25 © All rights reserved.

Genre: Lesbian Romance | CEO x Assistant | Slow Burn | Office Tension l 9 years Age Gap She runs an empire with ice in her veins. Her new assistant runs on caffeine, chaos, and far too much heart. What happens when sunshine starts to melt steel? Margot Blake is everything the headlines say: cold, brilliant, untouchable. The youngest CEO in luxury branding history, she built Blake & Co. from sheer ambition - and froze out anything resembling a personal life along the way. Enter Chloe Quinn - bright, bubbly, and dangerously persistent. She's not the type of assistant Margot usually hires... or keeps. But something about Chloe's chaotic charm, awkward honesty, and maddening optimism starts to crack the ice Margot has spent years perfecting. They're opposites in every way. One has walls higher than the skyline; the other believes no heart is too frozen to warm. But in a world of power plays, secrets, and boardroom battles, falling for your assistant isn't just reckless - it could ruin everything. Slow burn. High tension. Sharp suits. Stolen glances. And a love neither of them saw coming.

[A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation in her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ------------------------------------- I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanning over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins." WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual descriptions and scenes which might be uncomfortable for some readers such as depiction of illegal occupations, drug dealing, use of weapons, blood and killing. Read at your own risk. Also, I have no claim over the pictures used in the story. They are taken from internet.

! warning G!P ! Alexis Aurora Cruz Gonzales must find a wife, in order to claim her father's empire. Known as only the eldest of a wealthy dynasty, the public is unaware of the dark secrets underpinning their fortune. Without any luck finding a suitable candidate to fill up the position, one of her underlings proposes a deal; his girlfriend's hand, for a hefty payout. Madeline Armani, is tired of her boring life with her abusive boyfriend. One day she is kidnapped from her cafe, and suddenly being forced into a toxic and sex fueled matrimony with the world's most powerful woman. What unfolds when a seemingly 'innocent' woman is bound to a heartless, powerful mafia leader?

Taylor is the heiress to the Italian Mafia. Her father would only allow her to take over if she settles down. Willow is a normal girl kinda. Her father and mother have always despised Mher(she doesn't know why) They've abused her since she was younger. Finally they decided to sell her hand in marriage to Taylor. . the two stayed far away from eacheother during the show e theaaa medis a. they'd act loving in public but w inhen they were alone they avoided each other like the plague, only exchanging words with each other. I'm will this change? will they live happily ever after? read to find out 😉

WARNING MATURE CONTENT: MENTION OF GRAPHIC CONTENT ABUSE, MURDER, THE USE OF DRUGS WITH MATURE LANGUAGE AND MATURE SCENES. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED 18+ This book is currently being edited for any errors!! "We shouldn't even be doing this." I barely manages to breathe out as he lifted me to sit on my desk. He grabbed me by the throat causing me to lightly moan on instinct "And why not mhm?" He asked looking me right in my eyes. "Because I'm your fucking therapist it's not right." I said lightly trying to pull away but he tightened his hands on my throat enough to keep me in place he leaned in close enough that his lips were grazing against mine yet he didn't let them touch. "You think I'm going to let you go after getting a taste of you mhm? Oh baby I'm no where near done with you." He growled before completely dominating my mouth with his, feeling his lips touch mine I quickly gave in and started kissing back with just as much hunger. Little did I know the shit this chain of events will cost me. My career, my family, my life. Will it all be worth it for a man that kills with no remorse? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Working as a therapist for the mentally unstable was never going to be a easy job but Daisy Romana didn't expect the distraction that gets brought into North Port Regional Clinic. She knew he was going to be trouble when she looked at him from the tattoos that littered his skin to the beard and clean cut hair. She could tell He wasn't like the rest but little did she knew just how different he was. She was supposed to stay invisible and live her life in peace but as soon as she meets Lorenzo Rossi her past and present come to fuck everything up. DISCLAIMER- The photos in this book no not belong to me. I got them from google and Pinterest!!

"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?

When the car comes to a stop, I stride across to her side pulling her out of the car forcefully, hurting her arms successfully while pulling out the cloth from her mouth and unwrapping her arms from my tie. "You fucking manic, I will scream, do you hear me, I will fucking scream" "That's the plan for tonight isn't it sweetheart" Her eyes widen visibly as her thighs clash together beneath my gaze. When I walk into the elevator, all she does is try to get away, she kicks me, attempts to punch me multiple times, I've done this with her, what? A solid seven times? I think so, I've fought with her in an elevator seven times. Caging her between my arms, she watches up at me with hatred and lust engraved as a secret message in her pupils. "What are you going to do?" Bringing my head down, kissing her pulse once more, feeling it beat faster, I whisper to her. "Fuck you senseless" Darkened Souls is a mafia Oneshot using certain aspects from my actual novel that will soon be published, eg. the characters, their motives for hate, their description, their personalities. This book is fiction and a short smutty read, enjoy<3

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

"I think you're smart enough to understand how this works, Avery. Actions have consequences. Good or bad-it depends on how you behave." *** Nineteen-year-old Avery Dean has no intention of building a career. Born into wealth, with a trust fund cushioning her every whim, her internship at one of the country's top renewable energy firms is just another box to tick. But everything shifts when she meets Bianca Grant. The CEO exudes power from every detail: her words, her rules, and her silence. What starts as rebellion spirals into fixation. Avery tests limits. Bianca enforces them. And beneath their clipped conversations and veiled looks, something darker brews-something intimate, toxic, and addictively intense. As boundaries blur and submission becomes seduction, Avery finds herself tangled in a game she never agreed to play. Because in Bianca's world, nothing is ever casual, and attention always comes with a price. In a game of dominance and submission, who's really in control?