✨COMPLETED✨ When 18-year-old Lexie Harrison's parents pay her way into an elite private school, she's determined to hate everything about it-especially the strict calculus teacher who seems hell-bent on pushing her limits. Lexie's sharp wit and cold exterior are her only defenses in a world that's constantly telling her she's not enough. Enter Emma Miller, the no-nonsense teacher with piercing eyes and an unwavering sense of discipline. Emma sees through Lexie's walls, recognizing the brilliance buried beneath the sarcasm and self-doubt. But Emma has secrets of her own-ones she's carefully hidden behind the structured life she shares with her warm-hearted wife, Claire. When a chance encounter brings Lexie into Claire's orbit, the lines between personal and professional begin to blur. Lexie finds herself drawn to the unexpected warmth of Claire's kindness and the firm resolve of Emma's belief in her potential. What starts as a clash of wills becomes something far more complicated as Lexie navigates her tangled emotions and the uncharted waters of trust, acceptance, and belonging. In a story about second chances, unconventional bonds, and the courage to be vulnerable, Lexie must decide if she's ready to let go of the bitterness that's been her shield-and if she can handle the intensity of the connection forming between herself and the two women who might just change her life forever.

5:30 AM. Breakfast. Lunch packed. Laundry. Dishes. Designs for women who get to leave the house. Dinner by six. Every. Single. Day. Liora Bennett used to be a name in fashion. Now she's a routine, one her wife built for her, brick by brick, disguised as love. Victoria Hale doesn't hit her. Victoria just needs to know where she is. Who's looking at her. Why she'd ever want to leave a house this beautiful, a life this provided for. Liora tells herself it's fine. She defends her wife even when no one's asking her to. Even after the night she almost lost their baby alone bleeding, terrified, driving herself to the hospital while Victoria slept two doors down and didn't wake up. She's still telling herself it's fine. Until Victoria's boss sees her across a crowded mall. Valentina Ashcroft doesn't smile. Doesn't laugh. Runs half the city and buries the other half when they get in her way. Nobody's ever seen her soften for anything. Until now. Liora built her whole life around staying small enough not to be noticed. She's about to find out what happens when the most dangerous woman in the city notices her anyway. Some cages are made of silk. They're still cages.

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

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.

"Come here, Aurora." She looked up immediately, sage held her hand out, and Aurora slipped her fingers into it without hesitation. "Good girl. So pretty when you listen, hmm?" A small blush appeared on auroras face as Sage pulled her closer, hands on her waist. Across the room, Monty watched with an amused smile while Violet finished getting ready. "You know they're gonna spoil you today, right?" Violet asked. Aurora looked between them. "Maybe I like when you spoil me." Monty laughed, "I know, doll." ---- with the three women besides her, Aurora has finally found a place where she can be loved, cared for, and completely herself. But life with 3 dommes can't be exactly easy.. Right ?

21 year old aurora has come out an abusive relationship 1 year prior, she's studying in university and trying her best to heal, which isn't going in her favour. She financially supports her two sisters, her priorities keeping them happy not leaving herself with much. One day her best friend Molly, drags her to a party, Aurora isn't really a social person, but comes along for Molly's sake. A mysterious woman makes herself known to Aurora throughout the night, as well as two other kind woman seem close to her. Days later she's invited to another party hosted by the three woman. She goes with Molly and quickly one thing turns to another, after a few months of knowing the woman personally, Aurora is taken for a treat with the 3 woman, when they all open up about cgl. -------- ★ Read more to discover the journey of the little and her three caregivers, how they help her heal and bring her comfort. See how they navigate through their cgl relationship, and eventually develop mutual feelings, leading to a more serious relationship and becoming partners. NOT AGE PLAY FOR GOODNESS SAKES STOP ADDING MY BOOK TO AGE PLAY. _______ ________ ________ ________ _______ Warning! : This book contains age regression, used by the main character Aurora as a coping mechanism. This book will contain mental health issues, sensitive and mature contents. Please, click off if you don't think this is for you.

She's a romantic at heart, living in the most unromantic of worlds . . . Nicknamed Sweet Abelli for her docile nature, Caterina smiles on cue and has a charming response for everything. She's the favored daughter, the perfect mafia principessa . . . or was. Now, all she can see in the mirror's reflection is blood staining her hands like crimson paint. They say first impressions are everything . . . In the murky waters of New York's underworld, Caterina's sister is arranged to marry Jennifer Melgren . A Made Woman, a boss, a cheat-even measured against mafia standards. Her reputation stretches far and wide . After her and Caterina's first encounter ends with an accidental glare on her part, she realizes she's just as rude as she is gorgeous.She doesn't like the woman or anything she stands for, though that doesn't stop her heart from pattering like rain against glass when she's near, nor the shiver that ghosts down her spine at the sound of her voice. And she's always near. Telling her what to do. Making her feel hotter than any future sister-in-law should. Caterina may be the Sweet Abelli on the outside, but she's beginning to learn she has a taste for the darkness, for rough hands, cigarettes, and whiskey-colored eyes. Having already escaped one scandal, however, she can hardly afford to be swept up in another. Besides, even if she were hers, everyone knows you don't fall in love with a Made woman . . . right?

❝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?

Pretty When She Listens Some girls chase dreams. Eleanor got chased by a fantasy. What happens when opportunity arrives... dressed in dominance, dripping with curiosity, and wrapped in possessiveness? Where Mommy and Daddy stop being innocent titles... and become commands whispered into trembling ears. Where small meets powerful- Where shy meets seductive- Where pretty little things in pink skirts and oversized tees get seen, stripped down, and reconstructed. Eleanor Grace Whitlock was invisible. A quiet 5'1" design student who stuttered when people said her name. But then they walked in-Céleste Romanov-Voss and Irina Voss-Romanov. One is a French goddess dipped in silk and sin. The other? A Russian storm in a tailored suit. Behind Eleanors eyes is a freak waiting to be bitten. Beneath their poise is a hunger thats waited too long. And between them all? A fire that says: From Hi, Mrs. and Mrs. to Yes, Mommy. Yes, Daddy. Shes not ready. They dont care. Anyone who looked at her or even breaths in their little girl's way they are dead

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic