She spilled coffee on a stranger. She didn't know she was falling into her orbit. Ivy Moore is twenty-two, restless, and quietly unraveling beneath the weight of expectations she never chose. The daughter of a respected doctor, she has everything she needs-on paper. But between university lectures and long shifts at a campus café she doesn't need but insists on keeping, Ivy feels adrift. Until one wrong step lands her in the path of Celeste Deloera. Elegant. Untouchable. Dangerous in stillness. Celeste is not just Ivy's literature professor-she's also the editor-in-chief of the world's most exclusive fashion and culture magazine. Cold and precise, Celeste rules every room she enters. So when Ivy unknowingly applies for a job as her personal assistant, she finds herself pulled into Celeste's tightly controlled world of power, beauty, and brutal expectations. But working beside Celeste is nothing like Ivy imagined. It's long nights, sharp silences, stolen glances, and unspoken rules. And the longer Ivy stays, the more the lines blur-between obedience and desire, between curiosity and obsession, between what's allowed and what's already begun. Now, Ivy lives in two realities: one where she's the quiet student at the back of the classroom... and another where she walks two steps behind Celeste through velvet-curtained galas and midnight boardrooms. Close enough to feel her. Never close enough to know her. What begins as admiration becomes fascination. Fascination becomes obsession. And obsession, Ivy learns, always has a cost. In a world ruled by secrets, silence, and stares held a second too long, love is not gentle. It stares you down. And dares you to follow.

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.

This is a serial killer romance | 18+ only. In a city that never sleeps, a predator is watching. She's living her dream. He's living for the kill. ⚠️ Dark romance | Sexual assault | bdsm relationship | Violence | Kidnapping | age gap | Toxic dynamics | murder | drug&alcohol consumption. Read at your own risk.

Sasha Morozova isn't a woman you cross. CEO by day, predator by nature, she rules with fear, power, and a carefully measured cruelty. Her world is one of control, contracts, and blood - and she never fails. Then comes Talia Navarro. Frail, pale, trembling... a prisoner dropped into Sasha's den. Every moment is a test, every breath a gamble. But Talia's purpose was unexpectedly altered - she wasn't the prisoner who should have been sent to Sasha. Now, instead of finding the 'right' prisoner, Sasha will make sure to use Talia to her own advantage. A wedding awaits, and in exchange, the key to an empire. Dark, twisted, and intense, this story isn't about a happily ever after. It's about control, obsession, and the dangerous dance between two people who shouldn't belong together - and yet, somehow, can't stay apart. Trigger warning: contains violence, psychological manipulation, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised. 🏅 mascxfem 🏅 femxmasc 🏅 domesticnoir

𝗥𝗮𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗻 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 knows how to chase stories- she's just never been the story herself. At 22, Rae is quiet, invisible, and new to the cutthroat world of journalism. When she's mistakenly assigned to cover a high-stakes corporate trial, she finds herself face-to-face with the city's most infamous attorney: 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲- cold as stone, sharp as a knife, and untouchably brilliant. Clara doesn't give interviews. Doesn't answer questions. And definitely doesn't notice journalists-especially not ones like Rae. Until 𝘴𝘩𝘦 does. One conversation turns to three. Three become glances. Glances become touches. And Rae falls. Quietly. Deeply. Clara doesn't fall. Not at first. Not the way Rae does. But when Rae walks away, Clara realizes what she's lost- and 𝘴𝘩𝘦 falls harder. --- In a world of deadlines, secrets, and sharp suits, love wasn't supposed to be the story. But maybe it always was. One was chasing the truth. The other was hiding it. And somewhere in between, they found each other- in the silence.

"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

"Kiss me." "I think I'll pass." Before I could say anything else, her hands grabbed my hips and slammed my back against the wall. And her lips found mine. ------------------------------ When Jo Anderson stumbles into a secret Mafia meeting in one of New York's many bars, she quickly discovers there is something special about the establishment, Stella Nera. When she is cornered by none other than the Mafia Lord himself, Jo is forced to make a deal. Do the Mafia a favor, and in exchange, don't die. The Mafia Lord gives her 48 hours to complete the request: rescuing the gang's most trusted spy from a rival crime boss. If Jo can rescue her, she gets to make it through the weekend. Just in time for school on Monday. #1 crimefiction 2/15/22

"I don't fuck girls who can't listen," she carefully whispered, pulling back to gauge my narrowed reaction before she continued, "Maybe be a good girl next time." And just like that she went to pull away. Well, that was before I wrapped my toned legs around her torso and roughly pulled her back into me. Again, I hate being told no. ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ After getting involved with Noa Vitali, a mafia boss to whom her older brother was an underboss to, Lunden Spade finds herself striking up an explicit deal, piquing both of their interests. Will Lunden find her limits being pushed entirely too far for her liking? And more importantly... Will she like it?