When power demands sacrifice, love becomes the most dangerous game of all. Daphne Moore has everything, money, status, control. So when her family demands she marry Ashleigh Blackthorne, heir to a her family's empire, she agrees. It's business, nothing more. Two powerful names bound together to build an empire. But months into their perfect marriage on paper, Daphne can't ignore what's missing. Her wife. Ashleigh is beautiful, elusive, and untouchably charming, except when she's around everyone but Daphne. Jealousy was never part of the deal. Neither was desire. When Daphne's envy turns to obsession, walls start to crumble. What began as a contract becomes a dangerous dance of power, passion, and vulnerability. And in a world where love is weakness, falling for your wife might be the one thing that destroys you both. RANKED 1st in business love: November 30th 2025 RANKED 4th in romance fiction: November 30th 2025 RANKED 49th in contract marriage: December 1st 2025 RANKED 30th in business: December 17th 2025 RANKED 3rd in womanxwoman: December 18th 2025 RANKED 30th in lgbt: December 22nd 2025 RANKED 1st in contractmarraige: December 22nd 2025 RANKED 26th in business: December 24th 2025 RANKED 58th in wlw: December 24th 2025 RANKED 6th in queeromance: December 24th 2025 RANKED 2nd in lgbtfiction: December 25th 2025 RANKED 1st in lgbtfiction: December 27th 2025 Start date: 5th November 2025 End date: 15th December 2025

"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓." "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏." 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 was never supposed to be chosen - and yet, out of sixty thousand models, she was. Now under the control of StarCorp's cold and untouchable founder, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬, Ella finds herself pulled into a world of luxury, lust, and the impossible standards of fame. But Taylor plays a slow game. And Ella? She's not as easy to break as the girls before her. Tear Me Down may NOT be reproduced, copied, reposted or translated in any way unless explicit permission is given directly from the author.

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.

KATHERYN Last night was amazing, till Billie came and said sorry but sorry for her meant nothing she was just trying to fuck me and make her list longer. The way she captured me between wall and her lean body barely away from mine left a tickling effect on my skin. Her words are ringing in my head; call me that again and I will bruise your lips and will leave you with no breathe. It took every ounce of self resistance for me to not kiss her back and say creep to her. It was the effect of alcohol it have to be, I'm fucking straight. BILLIE "OK but you are breaking up with him or i will kill him and mark you as mine by your will or not" _______________________________ UPDATES ON SATURDAYS

Grief is a funny thing. It can make you desperate, reckless - but for Revina, it made her hungry. Hungry for an escape, for something different. She tried to find it in drugs, in alcohol, in other people's beds - desperate to sneak herself into someone else's version of normal. Ameira wasn't normal. She was trouble. And to Revina, she was exactly what she needed: a contract promising wealth, power, and freedom...to any girl brave enough to step inside. But in Ameira's world, nothing comes free - and some prices are higher than they ever imagined. Then there's Noura-Ameira's partner in crime, and the kind of gang leader people whisper about. Dangerous, magnetic, loyal to no one except her own... until Revina - so it seems. Revina has a choice: return to the life that's nearly destroying her, or enter a world of power, pleasure, and danger she barely understands. What she doesn't know is that once she chooses them - Ameira and Noura 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡- there's no going back.

No one is perfect, so why judge? That was the reminder everyone would need when around Ailina. Roselyn found herself judging Ailina no matter how hard she tried. But it didn't bother Ailina, all she cared about was living her life on a high. They both had different views on life and different ways of living that didn't truly match, yet they always found themselves near each other ever since the first night. Roselyn unwilling starts to find herself enjoying Ailina company, so she tries her very best to not judge Ailina. Could she actually keep herself from judging though?

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.