𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘙𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘻𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘜𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘻𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥.

Anna Krause is in her senior year and more than ready to leave high school behind and start a new, fresh life without homework. What she didn't expect, however, is that she might want to spend a little more time inside what she thought was a prison... once she meets her new calculus teacher. Lesbian Romance | TeacherxStudent | Age-gap | Humor Copyright © 2015 by ShayZayit

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.

| teacher x student | wxw | slow burn | When 19-year-old Lena James enters English Literature class, she expects nothing special. Instead, she meets Ms. Sinclair her cold, sharp-tongued British literature teacher. Elegant, cutting, and unbearably superior. From the very first lesson, the 34-year-old woman seems to take pleasure in dismantling Lena's every opinion with cruel precision. Lena hates her. She hates the condescending red marks on her essays, the raised eyebrow that makes her feel small, and the way Ms. Sinclair lingers in her thoughts long after class ends. But hate this intense has a way of twisting into something far more dangerous. With a strict 15-year age gap and an unbreakable teacher-student boundary, their slow-burning tension threatens to break every rule both in literature and in real life. Some lessons aren't taught kindly. And some hatreds taste too much like desire. "Ms. Sinclair's Secret"

Caterina gave a small, amused hum, flipping a page of her magazine as though unfazed. "You'd be hotter if you weren't so mean." "And you'd be hotter if you cut the fucking attitude," Celine shot back, her voice dropping as she leaned closer, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Before I fuck it out of you." When Celine crosses paths with Caterina, the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, she expects a quick and simple plan to settle an old score. What she doesn't anticipate is Caterina's audacious counteroffer: a marriage of convenience that will grant Celine access she can not decline. Their uneasy alliance is fraught with tension-both the fiery, physical kind and the sharp clash of wills that comes from two women with their own dark pasts and hidden agendas. As they step into a world of wealth, deception, and ruthless ambition, their plan teeters on the edge of chaos, with one question looming large: Can they trust each other long enough to survive? Will they pull off the ultimate betrayal-or will their fragile bond bring everything crashing down?

In a pristine, watchful neighborhood where nothing goes unnoticed, Elizabeth has always been the quiet observer. When the elderly couple next door moves out, their once-cozy cottage transforms into something sharper, darker - and the new arrivals arrive under cover of night, bringing sleek black trucks and heavy crates. ©2025

"I'll treat it like it's mine if you admit who it's for." She stated. Her words only made the ache between my legs worse. Fuck I hate her. But in that moment, my common sense seemed to evaporate. The battle between my brain and body seemingly came to an end. The way she was talking to me, the way she was touching me, left my body in a frenzy and she had barely done anything. I had never been this fucking desperate - And I hated it. "It's for you." I mumbled reluctantly as the last shred of my ego slipped away. "Who's it for?" She murmured, slowly sliding my red lace underwear to the side. "It's for you Anastasia." I breathed ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ Anastasia Grey, an lawyer notorious for representing the Mafia, finds herself on the run after getting entangled with the leader of The Green Angels. Originally from Ireland, she finds herself in the heart of New York, attempting to lay low as the assistant of a real estate agent. But with her past slowly creeping up on her and the hot headed blonde she now works for making her life nothing but difficult, how long will it really be before her world begins to crumble around her?

Elizabeth/Ms. Wilson 30 University professor during the day, HOT mafia boss bitch at night Lily Smith 23 Student who (eventually) is so unbelievably smitten for her Ladies, it's got the age gap, the teacher x student, mafia boss, enemies to lovers, tension, slow burn, "who did this to you", "touch her and I'll kill you", stargazing where one admires the actual sky and says it's beautiful while the other one agrees yet her eyes are only on the girl beside her, angry love confessions in the rain, tooth rotting fluff and the HOTTEST sex ever. And so much more. It's got every single trope I know my desperate little loves need ;) ~ ACTUAL SUMMARY: Lily hates her. She hates that smug look on her face when she walks into the classroom like she owns the place. She hates the smirk that appears on those devastatingly beautiful, plump, soft looking lips whenever she catches Lily's eyes ogling her. She hates her cold, commanding tone. Her to-die-for body. Her breathtaking hazel eyes. The way she sounds so hot when speaking French. The way she rests her pen between her mouth while she reads over exams which ignites a burning jealousy in Lily of said pen between sinful lips. So yeah, Lily very much hates her. It doesn't help that Ms. Wilson is the meanest, coldest bitch to ever set foot on earth and is hell bent on making Lily's last semester unbearable. But in between their heated arguments, shared glances, and mutual feelings of hatred, lies secrets neither of which are prepared to unravel. Ms. Wilson. Her university professor during the day. But the leader of the most deadly mafia at night? Could she get any hotter? Ehem I mean terrifying? As they both become apart of each other's lives without meaning to, lines begin to blur and feelings rise to surface. But along with the million other reasons why Lily SHOULD walk away, only one makes her heart ache unbearably. I surpassed my word limit so I guess you'll just have to read and find out what ;)

𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓; "𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭; 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧*𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯." 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄; "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦." || 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃 || --- #𝟏 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 (𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓)

She spilled coffee on a stranger. She didn't know she was falling into her orbit. Ivy Moore is twenty-two, restless, and quietly unraveling beneath the weight of expectations she never chose. The daughter of a respected doctor, she has everything she needs-on paper. But between university lectures and long shifts at a campus café she doesn't need but insists on keeping, Ivy feels adrift. Until one wrong step lands her in the path of Celeste Deloera. Elegant. Untouchable. Dangerous in stillness. Celeste is not just Ivy's literature professor-she's also the editor-in-chief of the world's most exclusive fashion and culture magazine. Cold and precise, Celeste rules every room she enters. So when Ivy unknowingly applies for a job as her personal assistant, she finds herself pulled into Celeste's tightly controlled world of power, beauty, and brutal expectations. But working beside Celeste is nothing like Ivy imagined. It's long nights, sharp silences, stolen glances, and unspoken rules. And the longer Ivy stays, the more the lines blur-between obedience and desire, between curiosity and obsession, between what's allowed and what's already begun. Now, Ivy lives in two realities: one where she's the quiet student at the back of the classroom... and another where she walks two steps behind Celeste through velvet-curtained galas and midnight boardrooms. Close enough to feel her. Never close enough to know her. What begins as admiration becomes fascination. Fascination becomes obsession. And obsession, Ivy learns, always has a cost. In a world ruled by secrets, silence, and stares held a second too long, love is not gentle. It stares you down. And dares you to follow.