Lana Grace is 24 years old, stuck between a relationship that no longer feels like love and a life that no longer feels like hers. What once felt beautiful started to feel suffocating. The longer her relationship lasts, the worse it gets: distance, forced reassurance, and the exhausting effort to be the perfect version of herself. Somewhere along the way, Lana stopped being loved for who she is: emotional, outgoing, affectionate, a girl who romanticises life and fills notebooks with poetry nobody appreciates enough. But when Lana finally gets the opportunity she's been waiting for, a job at Moretti & Co. Publishing, everything changes. That means Alessia Moretti. Alessia is 33 years old, impossibly composed, and unreadable. She is the billionaire CEO of one of the world's most respected publishing companies. She's elegant, disciplined, and painfully closed off. After spending five years trapped in a marriage arranged for business, Alessia finally reclaimed her freedom when her father died. But not for love. Never for that. Love, to Alessia, is nothing more than a liability. So she buries herself in work, expensive wine and poetry that feels safer than her feelings. To Alessia, Lana should be easy to dismiss. Instead, she becomes impossible to stop thinking about. Alessia and Lana have met before. Twice. Brief enough that it should've meant nothing. But when Alessia approaches Lana again, it's different. Their connection should begin and end at work. Alessia is Lana's new boss and completely out of reach in every possible way. But through mutual friends, late nights at work, trips, and accidental moments of vulnerability, the distance between them slowly disappears. The more Lana sees past Alessia's walls, she realises the woman everyone calls cold has never been loved gently before. And when something happens, the line between fear and love becomes impossible to ignore. Some people are misunderstood. Others are simply misread.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 🌸 Cora Addams is 21, hopelessly in love, and completely, utterly ignored. Well not ignored. Rejected. Repeatedly. Creatively. She's tried everything. Handwritten letters slipped under office doors. Flowers left on desks with no name attached (okay, one time she signed it). She's memorized the professor's coffee order, her office hours, the exact way she says "Ms. Addams" like it's a warning and an apology at the same time. Because Ashley Walker : 28, brilliant, infuriatingly composed Biology professor keeps saying no. I don't like you that way, Cora. This can't happen. Please stop. So Cora stops. All of it. The letters, the flowers, the soft "good morning, Professor" in the hallway. She pulls back completely and that's when Ashley realizes the truth she's been running from since the first letter landed on her desk, She never stopped wanting her. She was just terrified of what wanting her would cost. A career. A reputation. Maybe everything. Now Ashley has to figure out how to undo months of pushing away the one person she couldn't stop thinking about before Cora decides she's done waiting for a woman who'll never choose her back. Some love stories start with yes. This one starts with every kind of no. gxg | slow burn | age gap | forbidden student-professor tension | professor x student

The first time Stephanie Ivan tried to stop loving Myra Russo... she lasted three days. That should've been her warning. Because loving Myra was never soft. Never safe. And definitely never meant for someone like Stephanie. She was just a middle-class girl with strict, suffocating parents and a future that had already been decided for her. No risks. No mistakes. No secrets. Then she met Myra Russo. Rich. Untouchable. Dangerous in the quietest way. A girl who lived in a world where million-dollar gifts meant nothing, where dreams were granted with a whisper, and where power moved silently behind closed doors. Stephanie knew she didn't belong there. But Myra kept pulling her in anyway. And when Stephanie offhandedly confessed her dream of studying Anatomy in one of the most prestigious institutions in Russia... it came true. No explanation. No name. No way out. Now she's trapped between two lives one where love like hers could destroy her family... and another where walking away from Myra might destroy her. Because Myra doesn't chase. She doesn't beg. She doesn't even ask. She just chooses. And once a Russo chooses you... you don't leave. Not clean. Not whole. Not ever.

"Why are you mad at me?" I asked nervously, looking down. I didn't know it would make her mad that I had someone over to comfort me, i didn't want to call her so I won't annoy her. "Because Grace.." she said sighing "..I want you all for myself" --- Grace Rodriguez, an 18 year old girl that just moved to college. She doesn't have the best life, she suffers from depression and PTSD from things that happened to her in the past. Her high school years weren't good either.. She kept getting bullied by the same person. Rumors were made about her which made her lose every friend she ever had but she never knew what was the reason of that girl bullying her because Grace was always the quiet girl that kept a smile on her face even if she doesn't feel happy. Grace felt free when she finished her senior year, knowing she doesn't have to deal with her bully, Ellie Miller anymore but the unexpected happened to her when she goes to college.. Not only that she saw the person that bullied her in college..she has to stay in the dorm with her for the rest of the college years.. Intersex/g!p x fem girl This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -self harm/depression/PTSD -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -mention of murder and death -sexual harassment/assault

A short Romance Novel : : : : "Just being yourself is special enough." I muttered, her lips touched mine, I sighed, and I pulled her closer. I want to repeat that forgettable night, but this time I'll remember. I began tearing at her suit, my lips enticing hers. My fingers then moved down to her belt, where I began twisting it, attempting to undo. Even though we were in the center of the hall, I was confident that nobody would dare barge in between us. My fingers had successfully undone her belt. I was able to feel her cock. I moaned as my flesh heated up from wanting her. But she gradually began to back away....

"So if I say, you should bark like a dog, what are you gonna do, Stella." "Spit on your face." I lashed out. "You barked. Loud. Let's see how loudly that voice barks." She shifted the tiny screen of my hair to look into my eyes. The sly expression on her face belies her extreme lack of character. And how long will these days, months, and years be? "Bark!" She commanded. "Ugh...eugh!" I grunted. I then exhaled. If I didn't bark, I would have failed my father. Do I want to disappoint my father and have him declare bankruptcy, leaving me unable to live that life? No. So, with a timid slide of the dog, I bark. "Woof," I lowered my gaze to her charcoal gentleman shoes-nothing about her screamed gentleman or lady. "Bark louder than that, Stella." "I fucking hate you!" I swore under my breath. "Woof, woof!" "Again. Bark like a proud dog!" "Woof, woof!" "Good. Now, stick your tongue out." ************** Stella life was going haywire-with her father casino and hotel business on the fall. He did what any, father not wanting to be plunged in the wallow of being poor-sold his daughter-Arranged her to marriage, is better way to explained it. Stella, a free spirited and sassy girl, life is about to dragged up like a zip, when she was paired with none other than the high class, wealthy and jerk of a billionaire Mateo Allard.

"It's not that I don't want you doing this with me" she said closing her eyes tightly and putting her head back on the pillow as her hands gripped my waist. I put my hands on her chest as I kept moving my hips on her. "What is it then?" I asked her, trying my best to hold my moans in "it's the fact that your fucking.." she breathed heavily and tried to keep herself together so she can complete her sentence "..your fucking dad will kill me if he finds out about us having sex" I held her chin and kissed her lips "that's why we're not gonna tell him.." I said moving faster, her grip tightening on my hips "..it's gonna be our little secret" --- This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -use of weapons -Drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -murder and crimes

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

A Secret Affair Short Novel : : : : "Are both of your hearts beating, Mia?" I couldn't remember having two hearts. "Wha-" My body was being forced against the bed. "Spread your legs, Mia." "Wha? No." "There's nothing wrong, it's just you repaying me." A raging pervert. Her behaviors last night were not those of a polite lady. It was her being a pervert that allowed her to subsequently take advantage of me. Regardless, I spread my legs.

Desperate housewife called for desperate fucking measure. Mia Bent wasn't your ordinary housewife. She didn't cook. She certainly didn't clean and she definitely doesn't sit and wait for her small dick husband to fuck not when there is a 9 inch next door. **************************** "Please..." I exhaled, "please fuck me, Eli." I shook my head as she nodded to the closed bedroom door. The heat between my legs was rising, and I was frightened I wouldn't be able to get into bed. I want to be pleased right here, on this carpet, with my hands on this wall and her cock deep into me. "Where?" She spoke in hushed tones. Her fingertips traced the length of my arms. "I am happily married." I blurted out. But as my neediness grew, my thoughts screamed that it didn't give a fuck. My pussy needs to be stabbed viciously from behind in order to unleash all of its pent-up rage. I spun around, my hands on the walls. "I adore my husband, but he cannot give me what I desire." I exhaled, wanting for her to touch me, my eyes welling up at how desperate I was to suck her cock, to feel her hands, to do something crazy and out of the ordinary.