When red-haired, hard-working college student Mattea Eaton gets caught in a wild game of truth or dare, she never imagines it will change her life. On a whim, she's dared to text five random numbers, and after a few drinks, she forgets all about it. Until a reply arrives at 2:17 a.m. The woman on the other end is Cecilia Callas. A reclusive billionaire whose messages are razor-sharp, intimate, and unsettlingly perceptive. As their late-night conversations stretch from curiosity into obsession, Mattea begins to sense the fractures beneath Cecilia's polished power. Glimpses of violence, loss, and a past that refuses to stay buried. What begins as a reckless dare becomes a dangerous attachment, and as Mattea is drawn deeper into Cecilia's world of wealth and secrets, she must decide how much of herself she's willing to sacrifice.

Investigative journalist Nia Ekal Apayo is on a mission to uncover corruption at one of Nairobi's top law firms. Sharp, relentless, and unafraid to dig deep, she's ready to take down anyone standing in her way-until she comes face-to-face with Sally Wangechi Gitau. Sally, a ruthless and calculating lawyer, isn't about to let some nosy journalist ruin her reputation. But when Nia's investigation forces her to spend more time in Sally's world, old memories resurface-memories of a tutor and a stubborn student, of rivalry that once burned hot, and a past they barely remember. Hatred turns into obsession, and obsession turns into something even more dangerous. Because in this game of power and desire, neither of them is willing to lose.

In a city shadowed by corruption and power, a determined woman sets out to uncover the truth behind her brother's mysterious murder. Her investigation leads to a powerful and secretive club, rumored to control the police and suppress justice. With no one else to turn to, she approaches a high-ranking member of the club-a woman shrouded in mystery and danger-who offers her help, but only on one condition: total surrender of her mind, body, and soul. As secrets unravel and their bond deepens, the line between trust and manipulation begins to blur. ⚠️ Content Warning: death, obsession, manipulation, moral ambiguity, implied violence, grief, revenge. More of this chaos? I write the unhinged versions on AO3: sLilith200 🖤

Kaliyah Freeman has always made sure to stay in her parents good graces. She focused in school, getting honors and awards for her academics. To her friends, she was witty, outgoing and the life of the party. To her parents she was reserved and shy, using her manners and speaking when spoken to. Monica Donahue is her mom's closest friend. Moving back to New York for a job opportunity, Monica shakes Kaliyah's world as she becomes a big part of her life. But just how much does she shake things up? 18+.

New home. New view. New obsession. Wren Parker has the perfect life: a radiant smile, a girlfriend who feels like safety, and a high-end modeling career that keeps her glowing under the right lights. She's the girl who breathes in rain, thanks strangers, and locks every dark impulse behind a flawless grin. Moving into a sleek Seattle duplex with her best-friend and girlfriend should be escape. Until she sees the studio across the yard. It stares straight into her bedroom. And inside lives Dakota Grey. Dakota is ink on skin, midnight solitude, eyes that strip without touching. A painter who uses women like brushes. Beautiful, temporary, discarded when the canvas is done. She doesn't chase. She waits. She watches. And she's already been painting Wren since the first night. One charged moment on the balcony cracks the glass between them. A few nights later, Wren leaves the curtains wide open. She poses bolder. She fucks her girlfriend with the lights on, knowing those cold eyes are drinking every arch, every gasp, every betrayal. Dakota never blinks. She never speaks. She simply watches and Wren feels it like teeth sinking slowly into her throat. Curiosity becomes hunger. Hunger becomes fixation. Dakota warns she'll ruin Wren if she gets too close. Wren steps closer anyway. But what Wren fails to realize is that her obsession with Dakota is not passion but submission, each step closer another layer stripped away, another shade of herself repainted, pulling her deeper into a dark erotic world where surrender is slow, intentional, and devastating. How long can you stare into the dark before it stares back and claims you? A slow-burn sapphic dark romance of obsession, possession, and the exquisite art of breaking someone who begs to be broken. Paint me. Ruin me. Own me.

Maeve Vale was invisible. She never expected a new neighbor, especially not one that would change her entire life. When the enigmatic and commanding Serephine Derveaux moves in, Maeve finally finds a solution to all her problems. Or maybe just a way to make all of her problems even worse. Serephine Derveaux always had everything under control. She is cold, commanding and dangerous. When she first met Maeve, she claims to protect her, that there are threats. But Serephine herself might be the biggest one of all. Drawn into her orbit, Maeve is caught between desire and fear, control and confusion. The truth is buried under secrets, obsession and a web of power that runs deeper than she could ever imagine. And by the time she starts asking the right questions, it's already too late. She is in it. Because of her. And there is no way out.

A professor? And a student? That's a line that should never be crossed. But what happens when those lines start to blur? What happens when you begin to mistake manipulation for love? One wants power and control while the other wants to win and get her way....and be loved. And each will do anything to get it. power. control. manipulation. I'm horrible at descriptions, but trust me, it's gonna be good

Marisela didn't plan on falling for anyone-especially not someone like Cyan. Stripped of her stage name and walking away from the velvet-lit world that made her feel invincible, Marisela is suddenly learning how to be soft, vulnerable... seen. When Cyan, quiet and thoughtful, ends up in a strip club by accident, neither woman expects a single lap dance to unravel everything. Cyan is the kind of girl who never breaks the rules. Raised in a strict military home, used to staying quiet, keeping her head down, she's used to doing what's expected. But one dance with Marisela shatters her certainty. And for the first time, she wants to choose something or rather someone, just for herself. Marisela knows desire. She's made a living off of being looked at, wanted, craved. But Cyan doesn't crave her like everyone else-she sees her. The woman behind the silk and secrets. Their connection burns fast and quiet-intimate, raw, and utterly real. But when family expectations, past lives, and the weight of what they've both survived come crashing in, they're forced to decide: Is this love worth building a life around? A deeply sensual coming-of-age love story about choosing truth, holding softness in a hard world, and finding home in a person who sees every part of you. ‼️Sigh-Ann‼️ ‼️Mary-Cell-Uh‼️

"When will I get my reward?" I ask all of a sudden way too excited at the thought of being rewarded by this beautiful woman. "When I'm satisfied, of course." She says sweetly before taking two steps to cover the distance between us. "Unless you think you deserve to get a little taste now?" My throat closes up and my heart starts beating triple the speed. When her laughter fills the room, it doesn't make it any easier to breathe because of how close she is standing next to me, flirting so openly! "I uh-" I close my mouth so I don't embarrass myself. "I do." "You do what, mmm?" She asks with her eyes trained on my lips. "I deserve a little taste now." The words fall from my lips so easily. "Mmhmm." She turns her back and walks towards the refrigerator. A second later, she returns with a single strawberry in one hand and her glass of wine in the other. I watch quietly, even though I'm excited as hell, as chocolate starts to fall freely from the fountain like a waterfall! Now I'm really excited! Amahle sips from her glass and then sits it to the side. Then she rinses the strawberry off before reaching out and covering it with chocolate. I thought if anything, when she gave me the small piece of fruit, she would hand it over on a napkin or with a fork. In no way was I prepared for her to take one step closer, damn near in between my thighs, where she nodded at my parted lips. Without needing further instruction, I open my mouth as my stomach quivers with nerves. "Good girl." She praises softly and covers every inch of my skin in burning shivers. Between her words and the sweet, rich tasting chocolate covered fruit, I have to close my eyes and pray not to let out a moan, no matter how small or soft it may be. ‼️Uh-ma-leh‼️

"You'll call me Ms Velasquez in the office. And if you want to survive me... obey me." Luna Reed, 23 , heartbroken, and one rejection away from giving up on everything. When she lands an assistant position at the exclusive, high-profile firm Velasquez & Co., she thinks things are finally looking up. Until she meets Sera Velasquez. Her new boss. Cruel. Brilliant. Untouchable. A woman with ice in her eyes and blood on her hands-figuratively... or maybe not. Sera doesn't do small talk. Doesn't do softness. And she definitely doesn't do love. But the closer Luna gets to understanding her, the more she sees cracks beneath the armor. And it's in those cracks that something dangerous blooms. Obsession. Desire. And something too twisted to name. She warned Luna not to fall. But it was never falling that hurt- It was landing in her.