These women thought their paths would never align. Romy Vanelle never dreamed of working in a run-down pizza shop. The prestigious cooking academy La Cherief is supposed to be her escape. Little does she know that the gorgeous disaster who once ordered a pineapple pizza with garlic buns will soon become the person she fears most: Arabella Renette, world-famous chef-and Romy's strict, perfection-obsessed instructor, who mysteriously stopped cooking years ago. Keeping the elite scholarship that keeps her afloat won't be her only challenge. She'll also have to survive the dangerously attractive chef who watches her every move. Romy likes to taste the danger. And she soon realizes she'll have to take everything with... A Grain of Salt.

Expelled from nine schools, Kira left her parents with no choice but to send her to Lustrous, a BDSM Academy, in the hope it would curb her behaviour. There, she meets Miss Evelyn, a teacher of both English and Brat Taming. The two capture each other's interest almost immediately. Their escalating tension sets the stage for an intense power struggle: Miss Evelyn thrives on challenge, while Kira's unyielding stubbornness refuses to back down. What will happen when their paths cross?

I felt a longing to trail my hands on her body. To explore and know the vampire that managed to steal my heart. I inched closer, every single cell of my body hyper aware of her nearness. The music picked up its rhythm, and we swayed with each other, a dance of seduction that slowly but surely consumed my mind. My eyes automatically went to her lips, frozen in a half-smile, tempting, coaxing me to kiss her. In this moment, my sickness, my parents and siblings, every thought seemed to vanish, except her and me. Sweat trickled down my back. I leaned nearer, nearer, feeling her breath on my face. I opened my mouth, ready to taste the forbidden fruit in front of me.

"Are you mine?" I asked. "I don't know." She replied. Without thinking I pushed her back against the bed and spread her legs apart as I fit myself between her. I captured her surprised mouth in mine as I kissed her with every breath I possessed. I wanted her to belong to me. My hands slowly massaged their way up her legs as I increased the intensity of the kiss. I heard her moan into my mouth and her back arched a bit off the bed as I slipped my fingers inside her already soaking folds. "Tell me what I want to hear Roni." THIS IS A GIRL ON GIRL BOOK, SO PLEASE BE ADVISED.

"you might not be my lover, but you still belong to me" "crazy, you don't even love me but you want to claim me as yours? have you lost your mind jeongguk?" "i probably have. you have driven me to my absolute insanity, kim taehyung" - in which, kim taehyung and jeon jeongguk have been friends since they were little kids- inseparable and unbreakable. but things change when taehyung starts catching feelings for his childhood best friend, who is very homophobic and will never return his feelings, or he thought so. a love that hurts so right. ::; lower case intended ::; top kook !¡ bottom tae ::; childhood friends to lovers, forbidden love, 🔞

(#1 Book in the dance series) Estelle Beaufort, a 25y/o Academy student that dropped out of her university on impulse and regrets it till this day. She tried finding jobs but ended up in a place she despised. The popular stripjoint "The Pink Rose". She's stubborn, outspoken and doesn't let people walk all over her. But that all changes when she meets a woman that riles her up by just looking at her, finding out that she's in fact the owner of the club she hates so much. Pulling Estelle into a tug of war with her own emotions and choices. Will she make the right choices? ___________________________________________ Mallory Fedorov, a 30y/o successful businesswoman who made it to the top of the chain due to her ruthless strategies. She has the whole city eating out of the palm of her hand and owns nearly every single company and building in the city. She's thinks before acting, has a cold demeanor, is manipulative, and is definitely not afraid to make her hands dirty.. by any means necessary. But her demeanor gets thrown around when she meets an exotic dancer who seems to have made it her mission to be a thorn in their sides. An individual like Mallory doesn't need anyone or anything- ...Right? TW: Sexual Explicit Scenes, Dubious Consent, Violence like Murder, Gun Violence, Negative Mental Health topics, Kidnapping, Obsession Reached: 1# Lesbian 1# Enemies to lovers 1# Queer 1# Enemies with Benefits 1# Sapphic 1# Darkromance 1# Pining

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬." 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. "𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬. "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆." _______________________________________ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧.

"𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲? 𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗡𝗼 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮." 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺'𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸. 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆- "𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗶." "𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.." 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. "𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼." "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱"- 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻-"𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀." 𝗛𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿. 𝗪𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲.

"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.