Scarlett O'Cornell is in her first year of college and is happy to be there with her friend, whom she last saw in elementary school. However, college life isn't easy when there's a strict principal who seems to have a personal problem with you. Oh, fuck. Scarlett's friend never mentioned that the principal is her mother.

She was just the girl in the room next door... until she wasn't. When Fenix's Mom moves in with Maze's Dad, neither girl expects to end up living a single wall apart from someone who can unravel them with just one look. What starts as accidental glances and quiet, stolen moments soon becomes something neither of them can ignore. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to hide the sparks threatening to set their new life on fire. Falling for the girl next door was never part of the plan... but resisting her might be impossible.

When Riley Carrington moves away from the California life she's always known to study at a University in a place she's only ever visited, making real friends is hard. Especially when you have famous parents and a twin brother who takes his shirt off for feature films. When all bets are off and the odds are no longer in her favor, she still ventures off to study Law school at New York Stark University- refusing to follow in her family's footsteps. But when her intro to Law professor and Dean, Vivienne Stark makes her pulse race and causes a battle within her mind- she has to stop before it ruins her entire life and her family's image. The problem? She can't. "She loves me."

When Esmerelda Harlow steps into the musty halls of Winston High as the new history teacher, with a reputation for being a bitter and arrogant professor, whispers of her arrival ripple through the school. Students are wary, until the reckless student Cameron Monroe allows her interest to morph. Cameron, the school's untouchable rebel with a reputation for detention and carelessness, with a game of causing disturbances. To her, Esmerelda Harlow is just another target-a seemingly uptight woman with strict rules and an aura of authority begging to be challenged. But when Cameron tries her usual antics, she's met with something entirely unexpected: resistance. Esmerelda is not an easy mark. In fact, she's more than Cameron bargained for. Cool-headed and emotionless. Every sarcastic remark is met with calm but devastating wit. Every act of defiance earns a punishment so perfectly tailored, it leaves Cameron seething-and strangely fascinated. Esmerelda sees through Cameron's rebellious exterior to the restless mind beneath it. Cameron, for all her bravado, finds herself caught in Esmerelda's gravitational pull-her intelligence, her poise, and her charm. But Esmerelda isn't here to play games. She's here to teach Cameron a lesson she'll never forget, one that will leave them both questioning the boundaries of power, desire, and control. In the end, it's not just Cameron's life that Esmerelda will upend, -it's her own. In a town where reputations are everything, what happens when two unstoppable forces collide in one university?

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.

Ava Wills is a eighteen year old girl transfering to a new school. What happended at the last? A lot of drama, conflicts which , still sticked to her mind. Never the touch nor the experience of what love feels, always the option never the priority. Mrs Fall, a teacher who doesnt even know the definition of warmth, her cold attitude everything about her emotionless. This new school, new memories, new everything where Ava can start fresh free of the past. Will Ava be able to fit in in this school? Will her life change for the better? Or is it gonna take a wild turn? This story includes •smut •mention of anxiety •depression •abuse •SH ®All rights reserved

Grace Saintclaire and Andrea Anderson come from extremely wealthy and well-known families-and fate has brought them to the same university: Andrea as a professor, Grace as a student. Neither knows the other's true identity... until one night at a dinner party, where their rival families come face-to-face for the first time in years. That's when Grace and Andrea discover they are to be wed. A contracted marriage between two daughters of rival families. Will Grace and Andrea accept their fate with heavy hearts? Will they fight it? Or could the unexpected happen... and they fall in love instead? Read to find out. P.S. This story leans into enemies-to-lovers dynamics and features an intersex character. ⚠️ Warning: This book contains multiple smut scenes (no prior warning), strong language, and depictions of abuse, violence, homophobia. Reader discretion is advised.

When power demands sacrifice, love becomes the most dangerous game of all. Daphne Moore has everything, money, status, control. So when her family demands she marry Ashleigh Blackthorne, heir to a her family's empire, she agrees. It's business, nothing more. Two powerful names bound together to build an empire. But months into their perfect marriage on paper, Daphne can't ignore what's missing. Her wife. Ashleigh is beautiful, elusive, and untouchably charming, except when she's around everyone but Daphne. Jealousy was never part of the deal. Neither was desire. When Daphne's envy turns to obsession, walls start to crumble. What began as a contract becomes a dangerous dance of power, passion, and vulnerability. And in a world where love is weakness, falling for your wife might be the one thing that destroys you both. RANKED 1st in business love: November 30th 2025 RANKED 4th in romance fiction: November 30th 2025 RANKED 49th in contract marriage: December 1st 2025 RANKED 30th in business: December 17th 2025 RANKED 3rd in womanxwoman: December 18th 2025 RANKED 30th in lgbt: December 22nd 2025 RANKED 1st in contractmarraige: December 22nd 2025 RANKED 26th in business: December 24th 2025 RANKED 58th in wlw: December 24th 2025 RANKED 6th in queeromance: December 24th 2025 RANKED 2nd in lgbtfiction: December 25th 2025 RANKED 1st in lgbtfiction: December 27th 2025 Start date: 5th November 2025 End date: 15th December 2025

Sometimes we're not even fully aware of how similar hate and love really are. How closely they sit together, how thin the line is between them. One wrong word, one wrong choice, one moment of fear or anger, and you cross it without even realizing you've done so. That's how it had alwags been with Casey Miller and Olivia Lordan. They didn't hate each other for no reason. There were reasons, plenty of them, actually. Old wounds that never healed right, memories that calcified instead of fading, words spoken too young and carried for too long. But were those reasons valid enough? That was the question no one ever asked out loud. Because validity is subjective. Pain doesn't measure itself against intent. Trauma doesn't care how old you were, or what you meant to do. It just exists, heavy and unrelenting, shaping you whether you want it to or not. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has demons they fight in private. Some people turn inward and rot quietly. Some people explode. Some people run. Some people stay and harden. None of it is clean, and none of it is fair. And maybe that was the cruelest part for them. Not the hate. Not the anger. Not even the silence. But the fact that, once upon a time, it had been love, or something dangerously close to it, and that was what made everything else hurt so much more.