Eleanor Sinclair is an extroverted 18-year-old in high school. During a night out at a museum, Eleanor encounters the enigmatic Aurora Laurent. A 38-year-old woman whose allure enthralls her, igniting an unforgettable night of passion and desire. Their paths cross again but, this time as two individuals with an unconventional tie. What happens when their desire becomes immoral and threatens to tarnish their reputation and relationships?

"I finally passed by the last alley before the one my apartment was situated on, when suddently my heart stopped. My body freezed and my ears were ringing from the loud sound of the end. The smell of death, fear and blood. It all happened so soon, too soon. She was just standing there watching as the life was flowing out of the guy's body that was now laying on the cold concrete, lifeless. Her tall figure... so powerful, confident. I watched everything wide eyed and then, the world had stopped. Her head suddently turned towards me and, oh my God. I could feel those sharp, green eyes burning a hole right through my skull in the darkness. I held my breath and quickly hid behind the wall but it was too late. I was foolish. I should've ran away." ... Grace Miller, a clumsy second-year psychology student, never expected to witness a murder-or to cross paths with Amy Carnell, a cold, powerful woman who never lets anyone in. They couldn't be more different. But fate has a twisted way of pulling opposites together. What happens when light collides with shadow? Read to find out :)

Red, a powerful and dangerous woman, has built her empire on control and fear. But when Lila crosses her path, the lines between duty and obsession blur. Red wants nothing more than to kill Lila. Lila wants nothing more than to survive Red. But what begins as violence soon turns into something deeper- a consuming connection neither of them can escape. As secrets unravel and trust is tested, Red and Lila are forced to confront their darkest desires, risking everything for a love that could destroy them both.

Nova Sinclair has spent her whole life pretending to be the daughter her mother could parade in public-perfect, polished, and painfully obedient. But one stolen kiss in a queer nightclub shatters the illusion. Overnight, Nova becomes a scandal. And Lilith Sinclair, ice-cold media mogul and master manipulator, cuts her off without hesitation. With $3,200 to her name and no safety net left, Nova is thrown into a world she's only ever observed from behind tinted glass: one where loyalty is earned, not inherited, and love doesn't come with conditions. In a city that thrives on power plays and broken promises, falling for someone might just be the most dangerous rebellion of all

"I told you, Serena..." she whispered, her voice shaking. "This is dangerous. You don't know what you're doing." "I don't care." I replied, my voice barely audible, but it was the truth. "I don't care about anything but this. About you. I don't want to let you go." For a long moment, she just stood there, her eyes locked with mine. I could see the conflict in her gaze - the fear, the doubt, the undeniable pull between us that neither of us could ignore. Her breath hitched again, and she reached out, brushing her thumb along my cheek. Then, without saying another word, she turned and walked away. - - - Serena, an 18-year-old girl, has always lived a quiet life. Until the night she meets her. Mysterious and captivating, the stranger lingers at the edges of Serena's world, watching and waiting. As haunting events begin to unfold - whispers in the night, shadows moving where they shouldn't-Serena is drawn deeper into a dangerous mystery. The more Serena learns, the more she realizes that loving the vampire girl might come with dangerous consequences. - - - This story will contain: -violence (beating, killing,...) -detailed sexual content -harassment

❝I've never done it with a girl before.❞ I whisper sheepishly, biting my lip in the act. "Trust me, little bee, I'll make you feel good." She answered to me in between breaths, with her lips on mine. "Really fucking good." We continued kissing for a few more seconds, before she stuck her hand in my trousers brushing her finger against my slit. "You're so wet." She told me, kissing my neck. Moments later, she unexpectedly started to draw small circles on my clit. "mm.." I moaned licking and slightly biting my top lip. "I told you baby." She whispered to me. "I can make you feel good." breathy moans escaped my lips, while she smashed her lips back on mine, roughly kissing me. Her fingers didn't stop, nor slow down. In fact, they increased in motion. My body shook, from how good it felt. - Willow has never had sex with a girl, nor has she thought about it. Especially with the passing of her late father, Madrigal Jade, she's been trying her best to keep the family together. Although, once she meets Irina, it completely changed her perspective on things. She comes to realization that she can't fix something that is unfixable, even though you try your hardest to make it last longer than anticipated.

Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.

"Deeper...please," she begs. "I can take it, I promise..." I look down at her, my hips still thrusting painfully slow, giving her just the tip. "Amara-" I say warningly, despite wanting to slam into her and fuck her like I hate her, but I keep my composure...for now. "Please, I can take it," she cries, "I'll be a good girl, I won't complain." Fuck. ⚠️ If you've read this before, consider this a reintroduction. I'm rewriting it. If you haven't? Perfect timing. You're getting the story the way it was meant to be told. I'm slowing down, refining it, and giving it the care it deserves. I appreciate your patience. I hope you enjoy this updated version!⚠️

What if you were told you were the last mystical creature left? What if it was a lie? What if you were never supposed to fall in love with a monster? But what if fate decided otherwise? Eve thinks she's just an ordinary woman - until she meets Olivia, a vampire who is as brutally efficient as she is beautiful. Not that she ever believed vampires were real. Not that she ever believed any of this was real. Eve never asked to inherit a legacy of magic. Olivia swore never to bind herself to another soul. But destiny ties them together, forcing them into a war against a creature that cannot be destroyed. And the deeper their bond grows, the closer the world comes to burning. In Her Veins is a dark, erotic, sapphic fantasy - perfect for fans of slow-burn tension, enemies-to-lovers, and forbidden passion where survival and desire are one and the same.