La historia sigue la evolución de la relación entre **Amber Gray**, la impecable y estricta presidenta del consejo estudiantil, y **Jade Keller**, una chica de actitud rebelde, amante de la velocidad y con un aura de "chica mala". Aunque ante los ojos de todo el instituto ambas mantienen una rivalidad constante y chocan en los pasillos a la menor provocación, la realidad es completamente distinta: detrás de esa fachada de hostilidad se esconde un romance secreto, oficializado recientemente tras una reveladora cena familiar y una romántica declaración.

Augustine Reed era la estrella de su equipo. Siempre acostumbrada a ganar, siempre acostumbrada a presumir. Lo que no sabia era que la vida se iba a encargar de darle un golpe de humildad llamado Ivanna Romanov. Con la dignidad por los suelos y el talento en duda, August tendrá que volver a demostrar que no fue pura suerte. ¿Sería capaz de hacer las paces con Ivanna Romanov para lograrlo? ¿Serían capaces ambas de ver lo que hay Bajo la Red?

Dos familias marcadas por un acuerdo ilegal que nunca se cerró. Dos apellidos poderosos destinados a destruirse. Y dos mujeres que crecieron creyendo que odiarse era la única opción. Kaia Rizzo y Raven Blackwood fueron criadas para verse como enemigas. Cada gesto, cada decisión y cada herida del pasado las empujó a continuar una guerra que no eligieron, pero que ahora lideran con orgullo y rencor. Sabotajes, traiciones y juegos de poder se convierten en su lenguaje cotidiano, mientras intentan arruinarse la vida mutuamente desde mundos opuestos. Sin embargo, cuanto más se enfrentan, más peligrosa se vuelve la línea que separa el odio de la obsesión. Porque en medio del conflicto, la tensión cambia de forma, y lo que comenzó como desprecio empieza a transformarse en algo que ninguna de las dos está dispuesta a admitir. Enamorarse no estaba en el plan. Mucho menos de la enemiga. Entre secretos familiares, lealtades rotas y decisiones imposibles, Kaia y Raven deberán enfrentarse no solo a sus apellidos, sino a lo que sienten cuando están juntas. Porque amar a la persona equivocada puede ser más devastador que cualquier traición... y esta vez, el precio no lo pagarán solas. Rankings importantes: • #4 en trato • #7 enemistad •#12 en problemas •#12 en lectura

Dos mundos opuestos chocando en un verano donde el odio es solo el principio.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.

She came to the palace to kill a king. But the deeper she goes, the more the lines between enemy and ally blur. Jamila has spent thirteen years burning with vengeance, ever since she watched her parents die in a bombing ordered by King George III. Trained in silence and forged by grief, she hides her blade behind kind eyes and a soft smile. When she's summoned to the royal palace as a servant, it's the perfect chance to strike. But her path to the King is blocked by Princess Zorina: cold, unreadable, and dangerous in ways Jamila never expected. Zorina doesn't trust anyone. Jamila doesn't have the luxury of love. But even the sharpest blade can hesitate at the heart. And when the crown turns its fire on Jamila's people again, she's faced with an impossible choice: al-tha'r aw al-hubb; vengeance, or love. In a palace built on blood, even loyalty can be a lie.

LANA: I fell in love with the golden girl. She's the perfect student, the skilled captain of the volleyball team, and the girlfriend of the nicest players on the football team. She's my best friend, but ever since she kissed me as a dare at a party before freshman year, that's all I can think of. Senior year is here, and after last summer's shitty series of events, I don't deserve such a wonderful woman as her. CHARLOTTE: My best friend is the school player. She parties and drinks and sleeps around, she's a free spirit. Apparently I've got the perfect life, but why do I still think about that kiss with her? Why do I wish I could have that type of feelings for my own boyfriend? Why can't I stop thinking about her all the time? She's just my best friend though... right...?

[SLOW UPDATES] "Why are you so against wanting me, Princess?" She whispers in my ear as she keeps me against the wall, reeking of alcohol. "I know you want me just as much as I want you..." My breath hitched as I looked up at her, taking in those green lustful eyes that peered at me measuredly. "Tell me you want me." She says, expecting me to answer her - no, she wants me to answer. I don't have much of a choice. "I want..." I spoke up before being kissed aggressively. - - - Amelia Monroe is a 22 year old woman who lives a horrible life with her parents who seems to care more about drugs than her. Until, one day from work she comes home to see her parents debt collectors holding them at gunpoint. - ! WARNING! This story contains: Violence & Crime Intersex woman (G!P) Drugs Blood ** Rankings #1 Protective December 24, 2025 #1 Intersex January 31, 2026 #1 Conflict January 30, 2026 (Cover image belongs to the respectful owner(s). Please do not copy or use anything from my story without permission.)