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| 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"

Devour Me Series #4: Beneath Her Hands A Lesbian Dark Romance Thalia Petrou knows how to end a marriage. It's what she's built her life on. By day, she's a food critic and journalist---sharp, admired, untouchable in Monaco's most exclusive circles. But behind the polished reputation lies a carefully guarded secret. She marries for a living. Short-term arrangements. Controlled beginnings. Cleaner endings. No attachments. No consequences. No one who stays long enough to matter. Except one. Valen Albrecht---her ex-wife and one of Monaco's most sought-after divorce lawyers---is the only woman Thalia never learned how to leave behind. Every time Thalia walks into her firm, it's supposed to be business. Another case. Another ending. It never is. Because with Valen, nothing has ever been simple. Not the way they loved. Not the way they ended. And certainly not the way they keep finding their way back to each other. In a world where every relationship is designed to fail, Thalia has mastered the art of escape. Valen, on the other hand, has built her life on control, precision, and knowing exactly when to let go. But some things don't stay buried. Some endings refuse to hold. And some women---no matter how many times you leave---are the ones you return to without meaning to. MOST OUTSTANDING RANKING: #2 - lesbianfiction

After suffering a tragic memory loss, Sunnie Rae, also known as Paeng, lived a simple and happy life among the aged in an institution for the elderly. Following her dream to become a successful Master Chef was never a piece of cake. Her godly tongue and stupidly blunt mouth was a gift and a curse at the same time. Hence, she jumped at the chance to study in the city when it presented itself, believing that it was the sign she had been waiting for. Cornelia, with a highly eventful past, was the most feared Professor at their university. The she-devil who has never fallen in love with anyone. Yet, just by looking at this one student in particular who never stops flashing that dumb angelic smile and has honey-colored eyes causes her to get a sensation she doesn't want to exist. Even more so, she is constantly tempted by those alluring lips without even trying. It aggravates her to no end. The history will repeat itself. Will they choose to ignore the burning sentiments they have begun to feel for one another? Or will they continue to fuel the fire? ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Status: Ongoing Language: Tagalog-English

[WLW] [ENGLISH] I am not Caroline. Caroline is dead. But grief is a selfish, gaping thing. To everyone else, Caroline is alive, and Celestine is the one in the dirt. I was fine surrendering to the earth. Until that 2:00 AM smoke break where everything in the world was bleeding orange-the streetlamp, the bench, the flickering spark of almost-but-never-red between us. Until a girl with trembling hands, a pack of Marlboro Reds, and greedy, moon-like eyes looked right through the grave I had dug for myself. She introduced herself as Romance. "Romance. As in, the death of." A gaunt, half-dead stranger who starved the feral hunger out of her own eyes just to teach me how to crave the world again. I should have known right then and there. I should have known better than to build cathedrals out of cigarette smoke. I should have known better than to beg a deaf universe for a thirty-second day in December, or trust the moon to stay still when the sun is ruthlessly rising. She asked me to wilt with her. So why am I the one left breathing, forced to bloom in a world where Romance is dead?

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.

☯ FUTURE YBAÑEZ SERIES ✪ SALVATORE SERIES • Slow Burn • Unedited Cephues Salvatore, a millionaire who married a billionaire for convenience, soon discovers herself entangled in a chaotic world she never anticipated. What started as a practical arrangement quickly unravels, revealing hidden complexities and challenges that shake the very foundation of her life. Date Started: June 22, 2024 Date Finished: August 16 2024

"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.

[WLW] [TAGLISH] Lucifer has one dear daughter. "God only knows, but you'll never leave her." - The 1975 Her name is Heia Rhiannon Marchesi Verridien. Say it slow. She doesn't answer to it all the time. Because the devil is a liar. And his daughter is a crowded room. Heia. Rhiannon. Rhirhi. Could there be another one? Do not confuse them. One pulls you in. One pushes you away. And one doesn't even know you. Some girls save you from fire. Other girls set your house on fire just to carry you out of it. She might exactly be the latter. It wasn't the eviction notice that ruined Charlie Vivienne's life. It wasn't even the fire that swallowed her apartment whole. It was the hand that pulled her out. Because the woman who saved Charlie's life might be the very same monster who destroyed it years ago. While Charlie is busy memorizing the angles of Heia's jaw, Heia is busy trying to scrub blood off her hands from a murder she does not remember committing. The original sin wasn't eating the forbidden fruit. It was falling in love with the devil's daughter. And it is without salvation... Because you will never ask to be saved. "I built a church between the devil's thighs. I only kneel for her." WARNING: This story contains psychologically complex, morally gray characters and uses religious imagery metaphorically. If that unsettles you, this might not be for you. Genre: Psychological Romance, Political Thriller