Scarlett is an exchange student and volleyball player living in California for one year. Her rules? Have fun in America, get good grades to make her parents proud, and don't fall in love under any circumstance. Emerson's family chose to take in Scarlett. She's rich, popular, and keeps herself busy while she focuses on her goals. After a rough breakup, she has put up walls to make sure no one can hurt her again. One made a promise to herself that she wouldn't fall in love, and one refuses to let anyone else in. Little do they know, the tension between them manifests into something too strong for either of them to ignore. Highest rankings: #2 lesbian #2 wlw #1 foreign exchange #2 yearn #1 bisexual

Riley Miles, is in her final year of high school and has practically everything she could dream of, except one thing. She's second in her year while the girl she doesn't exactly like, is one place higher than her. The two girls are known rivals and almost everyone knows it. At least they know it until the third week of senior year. Does a single school project change their relationship? Or does it simply fuel their hatred for each other? [THERE ARE ERRORS in this book! So many errors & they will get fixed soon enough. I just write for fun & none of it is professional. Please beware of these before you read further!]

Book 3 of The Legacy Series Sienna Martinez has known Liv Williams her entire life. She watched her grow up. Braided her hair before elementary school. Treated her like the little sister she never had. That's why this is so wrong. Liv isn't little anymore. She's eighteen, confident, and moving into the room right next to Sienna's for her freshman year at UT and she's looking at Sienna like she's been waiting for this moment her whole life. Sienna should walk away. Should keep treating her like Harper's little sister. Should ignore the way her heart races every time Liv smiles at her. But they're living together now. Sharing walls. Sharing spaces. And Sienna is running out of places to hide. Harper is Sienna's best friend. Has been since they were born. She trusts Sienna with everything including her little sister. If Harper found out, she'd never forgive her. If anyone found out, everything would fall apart. But Liv knows exactly what she wants. And she's not giving up. "You're my best friend's sister." "I know." Some desires are too dangerous to resist. [18+ sapphic romance | best friend's sister | age gap (22/18) | forbidden relationship | forced proximity | living together | slow burn tension | family dynamics | The Legacy Series - can be read standalone]

They never expected to see each other again after that night. What happened in that room was supposed to stay there, a fleeting secret neither of them would speak of again. But fate has other plans. A month later, they come face to face in the last place either of them imagined. (ProfessorxStudent)

Sloane is what's left when the truth is taken too early. Luca is what survives when the truth is told too late. They were never meant to stand in the same room without something breaking. Every look is a reminder. Hate should have been enough. It should have stayed simple. Clean. But it doesn't. It fractures. It lingers. It turns into something heavier-something that makes it hard to breathe when the other gets too close. And the closer they get, the more they realize that everything they once felt is starting to burn.

Aabidah is 24 years old and her father is the president of the United States of America. It's unusual to them all. An Egyptian man as president? Her father and the vice president decided it was best if she lived with the VP while her father got security under control. The vice president, Raven Levine is 36 years old, never had a family, always had some sort of different relationship with different women. While sexism was placed under her nose, so was homophobia. While Aabidah stays with the woman, they both start to slowly have feelings for one another.

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

Starting a fake friendship with her enemy to make her dad happy was never how Becca saw her 11th year of high school going. As Adrien and her spend more time together, it's hard for both girls to understand if they're starting to get along, or if it's just the fake personas they are putting on that they find themselves enjoying their time around. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Want one?" Becca asked as she held out the packet of gum. "Nobody's around, you don't need to act nice towards me." I dismissed. "I'm not acting nice. Take one, I insist," she encouraged as she grabbed my hand and placed a piece in it. The small touch was electrifying. Maybe I should see a health professional. "Thanks," I hummed as I placed the gum in my mouth. "It's not poisoned, right?" "Just shut the fuck up and be grateful," she snapped and gave me a light shove. "There's the feisty girl I remember." "Oh have you missed me sweetheart?" "Of course not princess. I despise you more than ever," I whispered as I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. I could see her face turn red as she gulped and turned away. This could be fun.

"You need to leave Reese" I said realizing that James and the rest are probably not too far away from us and they can be here at any minute. "I'm gonna kill him first-" I cut her off and shook my head "I called for backup" She clenched her jaw and punched the wall behind me, making me flinch "fuck you" --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -family/relationship issues -violence (killing, fighting etc.) -sexual assault/mention on rape -use of weapons (knifes, guns etc.) -a lot of crimes lol

LUNA Freshman year at Amok College, and my name already tastes like blood. I'm a Graves. Noah Graves's sister. The one everyone remembers for trophies, headlines, and the accident no one will forgive. My sister ruled Amok hockey until the night everything shattered-until someone died and the truth was buried under words like mistake and tragedy. Briarstone never buried it. Their captain, Celeste Frost, wears grief like a blade. Her brother is dead because of my family. When we first met,I know it was wrong.I feel her attention lock onto me-cold, deliberate, intimate in the way predators are intimate with their prey. Celeste doesn't just want to hurt me. She wants to claim me. And the most dangerous part? Somewhere between dread and defiance, my body reacts before my mind can stop it. CELESTE The Graves family stole my brother's future. I carry that loss in my teeth, in my fists, in every second I spend on the ice. When I hear that Luna Graves has enrolled at Amok, something inside me sharpens. This is fate finally paying attention. I expect hatred when I see her. What I don't expect is the way my breath catches. She looks breakable. Defiant. Unaware of how perfectly she fits into the space my brother left behind-how easy it would be to step closer, to test how far I can push before she snaps. I don't want her ruined. I want her to remember my touch when she tries to sleep. I want her to fear me-and crave me-until she can't tell the difference anymore.