Sometimes we're not even fully aware of how similar hate and love really are. How closely they sit together, how thin the line is between them. One wrong word, one wrong choice, one moment of fear or anger, and you cross it without even realizing you've done so. That's how it had alwags been with Casey Miller and Olivia Lordan. They didn't hate each other for no reason. There were reasons, plenty of them, actually. Old wounds that never healed right, memories that calcified instead of fading, words spoken too young and carried for too long. But were those reasons valid enough? That was the question no one ever asked out loud. Because validity is subjective. Pain doesn't measure itself against intent. Trauma doesn't care how old you were, or what you meant to do. It just exists, heavy and unrelenting, shaping you whether you want it to or not. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has demons they fight in private. Some people turn inward and rot quietly. Some people explode. Some people run. Some people stay and harden. None of it is clean, and none of it is fair. And maybe that was the cruelest part for them. Not the hate. Not the anger. Not even the silence. But the fact that, once upon a time, it had been love, or something dangerously close to it, and that was what made everything else hurt so much more.

"You're a headfuck, a complete headfuck." Red's back is turned as she breathes before heavy raindrops meet her face. "Where is this coming from?" Layla asks out of confusion as she attempts to pull Red by the wrist when Red pulls away quickly. "Don't- don't touch me." Red's voice comes out as a low raspy tone as she towers over Layla, brown meeting green. "Why?" Layla asks, gulping. "Because if you touch me, i'm scared i won't be able to hold back." Red hesitantly speaks as raindrops slide off her face and fall onto Layla's. "Then let me." _____ Reagan Levine and Layla Elsher are high school students in Northern England. The pair grew up with a large dislike for one another's existence purely out of spite. Reagan, also known as Red, grew up with only a father in an abusive home, having no mother or siblings makes her fend for herself in other ways.. ways you wouldn't call legal for a student. Red has despised Layla for the entirety of her being due to the sheer fact she has everything she wants, and maybe even more than that.. Layla Elsher has hated Red because she sees her as nothing but a bully. Not knowing why Red has turned out the way she is leads everyone to make their own perceptions of her intimidating manners when operating around others. Layla is popular and known to any man kind, the boys drool all over her and she loves it. It's the final year of high school for both of these girls, they're enemies since they could remember, but wait and see as Revulsion becomes Lustful throughout their last year of school..

"Don't come to a strip club looking for love. That shit doesn't belong here." she warned. I knew that she was right. Still, I didn't accept her statement. "But...You're here." ⋆⋆⋆ I was a typical surburan girl before I had met her. She changed me. Whether that was for the better or for the worse is up to you. But ladies and gentlemen, as sure as I was that the moon and the stars would fill the sky every night to put the sun to rest, I was sure that the love of my life was a drugged out stripper. ⋆⋆⋆

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞 is everything that she'd ever dreamed to be. Not exactly a princess like her younger self would've imagined, but, nevertheless, she had so much going for her. She was beauty and brains. As she studies in university to become a surgeon, her life remains simplistic. That is until 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 shows up. Madison doesn't just peacefully enter Ariella's life after all of their years apart- she causes a 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚. From her dangerously scented perfume to her bored gaze, she alters Ariella's life completely. Smooth skin becomes bruised with love bites, perfect hair becomes tangled with knots, and soft whispers turn desperate. The two women fight teeth and nail to make up for lost time, but it doesn't all fall into place so easily.

The Space Between Cheers is a quiet, slow-burning love story about noticing someone before you're ready to admit what it means. Rowan Hale lives for the field-bruised knees, taped ankles, and the steady comfort of rules she understands. She knows how to fight for space during a game, but everywhere else in her life feels uncertain. She's learned to keep her head down, her feelings contained, and her eyes forward. Lila Moreno lives on the sidelines, smiling on cue, lifting others higher, moving in perfect formation. She's good at being seen without being known, at cheering loudly while hiding the parts of herself that don't fit the image everyone expects. They exist on opposite sides of Friday nights until small moments begin to blur the distance between them. ACHIEVEMENTS: #1 - highschool experience #3- love #1- lesbianromance #2- gxg #1- sapphic #1- womanxwoman

Natalie Wilson. Star Hockey Center and Captain for the WestHampton Warriors. She's had a crush on Scarlett Santoro since the 8th grade when she let her borrow her pencil for .5 seconds. Too bad the girl of her dreams is straight cheerleading goddess. Scarlett Santoro. Blonde cheerleading goddess. Captain of the cheer squad and daughter of Gordon Santoro, owner of the Minnesota Wild. She's a closed book. No one is close enough to know what her deal is. But she's opening it for Natalie. They are thrown together by a locker door (literally) and their friendship blossoms into something a little more. !!Told from Natalie's point of view!! THERE IS A BOOK 2! OFFICIALLY OUT 4/20/24

Brianna Parker, an 18 year-old high school student, embarked on a new journey when she encountered her teacher. From that point onward, she aimed to uncover the true character of Ms Martins,a 27-year-old no nonsense teacher. Martins was astonished as she observed the notorious troublemaker transforming into a calmer individual, yet she remained vigilant, discerning the girl's intentions. Will their paths converge and bring them closer? Continue reading to uncover their journey!!

"This is so wrong," I whispered as his lips touched my neck. He kissed me softly and sighed against my skin. His breath tickled me, causing me to shudder against him. He pressed his body into mine, backing me into the lockers. He slowly kissed up to the corner of my lips and smiled against my skin with his hands on my hips. "But it feels so right," he whispered against my lips. *TRIGGER WARNING for domestic violence *

(UNEDITED) At seventeen, Viktoriya Volkova is everything Russian figure skating demands of her: disciplined, untouchable, and entirely in control. Dakota Sanchez is her opposite in every way-expressive, reckless, and impossible to ignore. What begins as a rivalry for gold soon turns into something far more dangerous, unfolding in stolen moments between competitions, in empty rinks and in hotel rooms, in a love neither of them can afford to claim. Years later, a car crash erases the last eight years of Viktoriya's life. She wakes up in the hospital with no memory, and her rival is right beside her, claiming she's her wife. As fragments of her past begin to return, Victoriya is forced to confront the life she built and can't remember. The deeper she digs, the clearer it becomes that her accident was no accident-and that the truth of what happened to her may be more complicated than she's ready to face. Especially when she realizes she may not be the only one. Some feelings never disappear, no matter how deep they're buried.

18+ The most reckless thing a girl can do is love without fear. Nora's mother is suffocating. Her heart is numb. Maeve has a whole house to herself, all her sisters have left. The girls meet, instantly becoming inseparable. To the outside perspective, they are the best of friends. Hidden away, however, they have each other's bodies memorized and their pleasure mastered. Love can be dangerous, especially when it breaks the bones of societal expectations. Love can be dangerous, especially when it is between two girls who are hungrier for it than anything they've ever tasted. *** "What?" "Do you have a knife?" "Why would I have a knife?" The girl seemed to think for a moment, then she shrugged and giggled. "Actually... I think I have one," she exhaled, grabbing her bag and throwing it over her desk. Neither she nor Nora noticed that she had whacked the student in the desk in front of her with the strap of her bag. They didn't care about that guy. The girl was searching for a knife she absolutely did have and Nora was searching the girl's face. Both were incredibly busy. The girl began pulling out item after item, all of which seemed like things you either didn't need for school or you certainly should not have been bringing to school. She pulled out a stack of brightly colored menstrual pads and set them on her desk, followed by an extra pair of socks and two knitting needles. She gasped when she found a small bag of rings, interrupting her search to slowly try on every one, modeling them for Nora. Nora gave her a thumbs up, instantly wishing she had done something else with her face. *** #1- gayness- May 2, 2026 🥇