𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄 I can survive changing schools again. I can survive entitled students, closed circles, and places where everyone already knows their role. I can survive 𝐋𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭. What I can't survive is being forced to work with 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧. ★★★★★ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀 is an enemies-to-lovers, dual POV story set in an elite boarding school, where power, proximity, and control do most of the talking. The full blurb, character introductions, themes, and tropes are available in 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Book 3 of The Legacy Series Sienna Martinez has known Liv Williams her entire life. She watched her grow up. Braided her hair before elementary school. Treated her like the little sister she never had. That's why this is so wrong. Liv isn't little anymore. She's eighteen, confident, and moving into the room right next to Sienna's for her freshman year at UT and she's looking at Sienna like she's been waiting for this moment her whole life. Sienna should walk away. Should keep treating her like Harper's little sister. Should ignore the way her heart races every time Liv smiles at her. But they're living together now. Sharing walls. Sharing spaces. And Sienna is running out of places to hide. Harper is Sienna's best friend. Has been since they were born. She trusts Sienna with everything including her little sister. If Harper found out, she'd never forgive her. If anyone found out, everything would fall apart. But Liv knows exactly what she wants. And she's not giving up. "You're my best friend's sister." "I know." Some desires are too dangerous to resist. [18+ sapphic romance | best friend's sister | age gap (22/18) | forbidden relationship | forced proximity | living together | slow burn tension | family dynamics | The Legacy Series - can be read standalone]

Danica Wilson, a young girl fresh out of college looking for a job in her career. During one of her last adventures she meets a mysterious woman. Milena Benavidez, an actress who holds many dark secrets and mysteries about herself. Her past manipulates her actions as she navigate through the people around her. They share one night never really expecting to see each other again until an unusual situation happens. Will the two be able to form a relationship or will her dangerous secrets keep getting in the way? TRIGGER WARNINGS: This story talks about sensitive subjects and isn't for the average reader if any of the following will upset you please DO NOT READ... • Suicide • Drugs • Murder • Sexual assault • Self Harm • Violence • Overdose (Projected to have 100+ chapters. Uploads every other day, sometimes two a day)

Valeria La Reina Monteserra has always been a woman of excess-luxury, arrogance, and a dangerous freedom that leaves no room for anyone's expectations. Born the youngest of the infamous Monteserra family, she walked away from a life of crime to seek her own path, a life without the weight of her older siblings' shadows. But escape isn't as simple as it seems. Five years ago, Valeria helped her sister, Luciana, kill Lorenzo-the man responsible for the love of Luciana's life, Veronika, the ruler of Russia. That single act tied her even tighter to the dangerous world she tried to leave behind. Now, she finds herself in Sweden, supporting her brilliant niece, Hanna, as she navigates the corridors of academia. But trouble is never far behind. Not when Selena Alexandra Lindström, the composed and intelligent professor who annoys her to no end, is part of the equation. Valeria, spoiled and unrepentant, can't resist teasing Selena. But beneath the arrogant exterior lies a secret-one tied to her blood-stained past. A past she's sworn to keep hidden from Selena, a woman whose life couldn't be more different from her own. As old ghosts resurface and emotions collide, Valeria must decide: Will she remain the free spirit she's always been, or will her family's dark legacy pull her back into a world where power, betrayal, and dangerous liaisons rule? In the game of empires, only the most cunning survive. But what happens when the heart gets in the way?

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

Ewa finds herself stepping into the unknown, navigating a world that feels entirely foreign to her. Yet, as she slowly finds her footing, she begins to realize that this unexpected opportunity is far more than just an academic challenge. It introduces her to people who will reshape her perspective, push her beyond her limits, and ultimately turn her entire life upside down in ways she never could have imagined.

Princess Yasmin caught my chin- and claimed my mouth. The taste of stolen sweetness dissolved into heat as she kissed me-slow, consuming, deliberate. Not hunger. Control. My breath faltered. Her fingers slid to my throat, light but owning, while her other hand caged me against the wall. I didn't move. Couldn't. She took her time-every press of her lips deeper, sharper, undoing me piece by piece. A broken sound slipped out before I could stop it. She pulled back just enough, her breath hot against mine, eyes dark with something dangerous. "You think you're clever," she murmured. Her lips brushed mine again-soft, taunting. "You're not." Then she stepped away, composed, untouchable. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." ❃❀✿❁✾✤ Princess Yasmin of Solmira-calm, powerful, and known for her striking beauty-is not someone people get close to. She's kind, but distant. In control. Untouchable. Until she saves the wrong person. Althena was supposed to be just another life spared-a stranger pulled from death and given a place within the palace. Instead, she becomes a disruption Yasmin can't ignore. Bold where she should be silent, fearless where she should bow, Althena challenges her... and flirts like she has nothing to lose. And for some reason... Yasmin lets her. What starts as tension turns into something deeper, something neither of them planned. But Althena isn't just a survivor. She has another identity. A darker purpose. And her presence in Solmira is anything but an accident. Now, with secrets growing and feelings getting harder to ignore, one thing becomes clear- Because when darkness finally meets the light... one of them might not make it out the same. #wlw #enemiestolovers #slowburn

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

❝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?

When two rivals are forced to make up and be normal, would it be an illusion? Or real?