Sasha Morozova isn't a woman you cross. CEO by day, predator by nature, she rules with fear, power, and a carefully measured cruelty. Her world is one of control, contracts, and blood - and she never fails. Then comes Talia Navarro. Frail, pale, trembling... a prisoner dropped into Sasha's den. Every moment is a test, every breath a gamble. But Talia's purpose was unexpectedly altered - she wasn't the prisoner who should have been sent to Sasha. Now, instead of finding the 'right' prisoner, Sasha will make sure to use Talia to her own advantage. A wedding awaits, and in exchange, the key to an empire. Dark, twisted, and intense, this story isn't about a happily ever after. It's about control, obsession, and the dangerous dance between two people who shouldn't belong together - and yet, somehow, can't stay apart. Trigger warning: contains violence, psychological manipulation, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised. 🏅 mascxfem 🏅 femxmasc 🏅 domesticnoir

When nineteen-year-old Emilia starts her first year at university, she's determined to leave her past behind and finally prove she belongs somewhere. Architecture was supposed to be her fresh start-a place to disappear into floor plans and future dreams. But then there's her. Professor Sophia Voss. Brilliant. Composed. Distant. Untouchable. Until she isn't. Drawn to each other by something neither of them dares to name, Emilia and Sophia find themselves trapped in a connection that defies logic, rules, and every boundary they swore they'd never cross. What begins in silence soon turns into stolen glances, late-night thoughts, and moments too intimate to forget. But secrets don't stay quiet forever-and the line between right and wrong begins to blur. __________________ A slow-burning, emotional story about forbidden love, identity, and the parts of ourselves we hide-until someone sees them.

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.

But Sutton's patience ran thin. With a sharp motion, she lowered herself, pressing her forearm against Maeve's shoulders to pin her firmly in place against the desk. "Move one more fucking time," she hissed, her breath hot against Maeve's ear, "and I'll keep you here all day, begging me to touch you." Grabbing Maeve's jaw with her other hand, Sutton turned her head sharply, forcing Maeve to meet her piercing gaze. "Is that clear? Or do I need to dumb it down for you?" she taunted, her fingers digging into Maeve's flushed cheeks, her grip unrelenting. Maeve's wide eyes darted nervously, her lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out. She nodded fervently instead, the weight of the moment stealing any semblance of speech. "Smart girl," Sutton murmured approvingly, her voice a low purr as she released Maeve's jaw. She straightened, smoothing her shirt with an air of composure as her eyes roved over Maeve's now-still form. BOTH CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS AND FULLY CONSENTING This is kinky- Content warning: Spanking, degradation, praise, hair pulling, age gap, you get the shtick Written by Tzipora Rosen Edited by Leah Catherine Benton 🏆 #1 mascxfem

Eleanor has had a rough life but she seems to always Find the good in the world. Her family and friends mean the world to her and she would never do anything thing to hurt them but she can't deny her feelings for Venessa the "mystery women" that shows up in her life. Venessa is closed off and is very intimidated to others but once you get past the walls she is as sweet as can be. She just moved in across the street from her old friend house. But little does she know her old friend's daughter the girl That has been on her mind for weeks now. Will Eleanor be able to brake the walls and also not let her family see what is happening between them? And will Venessa allow her to see the really her, or will she push her away like she dose with every one else?? But Eleanor isn't just anyone is she ? Wlw,slow burn,forbidden,witty, romance ❤️‍🩹💐💋 #1 in learning #3 Jessicachastain #5 in ice queen #6 in hotties #10 in growth #19 in girlfriend

Olivia Rodriguez was being discharged from the army because of an injury. She was going home for the first time in 10 years. She was nervous about being home, but there was one person she couldn't wait to see. Her best friend. The woman she's been in love with since high school. Bree. But what happens when the person she's been in love with since they were teens announces her engagement when she finally comes home? Rankings: #4 in lesbianstory

Abigail, 17, has always lived in the shadow of secrets. Ever since that night, the one no one talks about, her world has been silence, stares, and scars. Going back to school after a quiet summer, Abby tries to keep her head down - and fails. Worse: her father just remarried a woman she barely knows. Evelyn. 33. Elegant, mysterious, and cold as winter. With her perfect black hair, her chilling smile, and her sharp words when no one's around, Evelyn quickly turns their shared house into a prison Abby can't escape. Forced to live under the same roof while her father's away on business trips, the two women begin a quiet war - of glances, insults, tension, and something else they both refuse to name. Something dangerous. Something that hurts. And yet... something neither of them can ignore. What will happen when forced proximity turns into something far more dangerous than hate? WARNING: this story contains mature themes including traumatic past, emotional manipulation, toxic dynamics, and age gap. 18+ content may appear. Highest rankings: #1 slowburn 22/07/25 #1 womensfiction 14/08/25 #1 womanxwoman 21/07/25 #1 girlxwoman 12/07/25 #1 mommy issues 10/08/25 #1 stepmother 26/08/25 #1 femxfem 01/10/25 #1 lgbt 04/10/25 #1 richgirl 12/11/25 #3 wlw 09/07/25 #5 love 28/07/25 © All rights reserved.

Stella is in Spain on vacation with her best friend. She went to a club to have fun and to escape the stress but what happens when she meets the eyes of the owner? The cold-hearted mafia boss can't let her out of her sight all night long. She wants her and she is going to get her. That's what she thought. She didn't want the younger girl to know that she's in the mafia but that didn't last long. The moment Stella found out how dangerous Ximena is, she tries to escape. 𖧷𖧷𖧷 I walk faster, my legs trembling, panic surging anew. When i dare a glance over my shoulders, she's there-her silhouette stalking towards me with deadly precision. Run. My mind screams at me, and i break into a desperate sprint. But i don't make it far. Strong hands grab my waist, yanking me back with frightening ease. My body collides with hers, and im suddenly pressed against her chest, warm and unyielding. I struggle, twisting in her grip, but her hold only tightens. "I think we weren't finished in there, were we?" she hisses in my ear, her breath searing against the sensitive skin of my neck.

Ivy Williams didn't come to Heartfelt University for drama. She came to pass her classes, chain-smoke her way through the stress, and stay out of trouble. Then she met Professor Sinclair. Cold, condescending, and infuriatingly attractive, Sinclair seems to have made it her mission to ruin Ivy's life one lecture at a time. But Ivy gives as good as she gets-and the more they clash, the more the tension starts to twist into something else. Something neither of them is ready for but both of them want far too badly. Sharp words turn into slow glances. Power plays turn personal. And soon, the only thing more dangerous than their rivalry... is what might happen if it stops. [wlw]