WLW [femxfem] Selene Robinson shouldn't have been chosen to be the main actress of the new Hollywood production. And Bianca Salvatore shouldn't have fallen in love with her brother's girlfriend. She shouldn't have fallen for her actress and she shouldn't have ruined her movie. {Actress x film director} - all rights reserved. DO NOT COPY THIS STORY, TRANSLATE OR MODIFY IT BY ANY CHANCE.

Evie and Blake are soulmates. Divine providence, right? Yeah, well, it would be, except Evie is stuck in Heaven and Blake is stuck in Hell. Blake is almost good enough to get up there, and Evie is... well, she's down to one TV channel and has a file of frowny-face stickers thicker than War and Peace. Maybe one of them will change. Maybe not. Either way, this whole long-distance thing isn't working. 🌈 Lesbian Romance • Sapphic • Paranormal Rom-Com • Angels & Demons • Heaven & Hell • Soulmates • Satire 💕 Completed · 9K words · 😇😈

teacher x student wlw age gap slow burn "You know, Professor, outside of university you're almost likable." Eleanor looked up from her coffee. "Almost?" "Don't get too excited." Professor Eleanor Pierce has exactly one opinion about Celine Avery: she's chaotic, exhausting, and somehow always at the center of every disaster. Celine, meanwhile, is busy hiding the fact that she spends her nights on dangerous missions while trying not to fail psychology during the day.

Isabella had always lived between two worlds. Born in Italy, she grew up surrounded by loud summers, warm nights, and a language that felt like music. At 13, she moved to England, where she learned to start over and rebuild her life without losing the parts of herself she refused to let go. Now 20, she was stepping into her first year at university in London, uncertain but determined. By night, she was the voice of a band playing small venues and crowded bars, creating something bigger than themselves. People saw her as outgoing, creative, and easy to talk to, but Isabella knew there was more to her than what others saw. In the quiet moments, between unfinished thoughts and songs she used to speak what words couldn't, she was still figuring out who she was becoming. Catherine was the kind of woman people rarely forgot, though few ever truly knew her. At 36, she moved through life with quiet control, carrying herself in a way that made spaces feel more ordered in her presence. To her students at the Medical University of London, she was distant, strict, and unreadable. They called her cold, and they weren't entirely wrong. She didn't waste words or offer warmth freely. It was safer that way. Before teaching, there had been years in ICU wards where decisions were made in seconds and carried forever. Though she left that life behind, it never fully left her. Still, in quiet moments, early walks with Sam, books left open on the sofa, something softer lingered beneath her restraint. People assumed she didn't feel deeply. They were wrong. Catherine felt everything, she simply chose not to show it. What happens when two lives built on opposite rules begin to drift toward the same point? They are not meant to intersect, but when they finally do, briefly, impossibly, it feels less like coincidence and more like something already in motion, something neither of them knows how to stop

"- Fique de quatro - a mulher ordenou, o tom agora carregado de uma malícia crua. - E venha engatinhando até mim. Como uma boa cadela. (...) A minha luta interna para não sentir nada tinha sido completamente esmagada. Eu não era mais a profissional fria; eu era apenas um corpo ardendo em desejo, implorando pela brutalidade daquela mulher". Lorena conhecia as regras do jogo. Entrar, fazer o trabalho, pegar o dinheiro, sair sem sentir nada. Uma armadura perfeita construída para sobreviver. Mas na suíte 412, as regras não eram dela. O que começa como uma noite de luxo se transforma em um mergulho sem volta na submissão. Uma história sobre como a necessidade vira obsessão, e como a perda do controle pode ser o vício mais perigoso de todos. ⚠️ AVISO DE CONTEÚDO: Obra destinada a maiores de 18 anos. Contém descrições gráficas de sexo, BDSM, dominação/submissão, linguagem crua, degradação, relacionamento abusivo e dependência emocional severa. Não romantiza atitudes tóxicas. Leia com responsabilidade. Natasha é G!P

Genre: WLW / Dark Romance / Suspense [ STORY DESCRIPTION ] Lirael Eunoia always lived her life by the book. She's the literal definition of "good girl". Pure, principled, and kind. Pero lahat ng 'yon ay nagulo simula nung pumasok sa buhay niya si Calista Luna. Calista is like a dream. She's sophisticated, mesmerizing, and has this pull na hindi kayang iwasan ni Lirael. Pero sa likod ng mga malamig na titig at eleganteng galaw ni Calista, may itinatago siyang madilim na hobby. She doesn't just break hearts; she stops them from beating. Nung aksidenteng nalaman ni Lirael ang totoo, na ang babaeng mahal niya ay ang "monster" na laman ng bawat news headlines. Dapat sana ay natakot siya. She should have ran as fast as she could. Pero imbis na isumbong si Calista, Lirael found herself doing the unthinkable. She's starting to hide the evidence. She's starting to lie to her own mother. Lirael is slowly bending every moral she has just to protect Calista. It's a toxic, obsessive love where the line between the victim and the accomplice is starting to blur. Lirael knows she's playing with fire. Alam niyang sa bawat pagyakap niya kay Calista, she's losing a part of her soul. And the most terrifying part? She's okay with it. Kahit pa alam niya na sa dulo ng lahat ng 'to, she might just be the final masterpiece in Calista's gallery of death. Because for Lirael, it's better to be destroyed by Calista than to be saved by anyone else. "I was raised to be an angel, but for Calista Luna... I'm more than willing to burn in hell."

𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐓𝐅, 𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞; 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝-𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐒𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐍𝐀.

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Two archaeologists, digging under the hot Egyptian sun, discovered the hidden tomb of a queen who ruled 4,000 years ago. The entrance was sealed with warnings, but what they found inside was even more surprising. In the queen's golden casket were two skeletons, resting together. Paintings on the walls told the story of a forbidden love between the queen and another woman, who was shown as her equal and protector. They ruled in secret, defying the rules of their time. Their tomb, hidden far away, became a safe place for their love. This discovery shows that love, in any form, is eternal.