𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 was never supposed to be chosen. Yet, out of sixty thousand models, she was. Now under the control of StarCorp's cold and untouchable founder, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬, Ella finds herself pulled into a world of luxury, lust, and the impossible standards of fame. But Taylor plays a slow game. And Ella? She's determined to prove she's not as easy to break as the girls before her. [DISCLAIMER: The intended audience for this book is 18+.] © Tear Me Down may not be reproduced, copied, reposted or translated in any way unless explicit permission is given directly from the author.

Shelby MacLean is a woman of many secrets. Secrets that haunt and rule her life, all of which tie her to the ranch she inherited from her father after his death. Shelby creates walls and hides behind them. But when Heather Salvatore, the heir to a multi billion dollar company, comes to threaten her land, and then her heart, she's left conflicted. Heather was a force and Shelby had no walls strong enough to keep her out. This beautiful intruder was going to create havoc in Shelby's life and she wouldn't have a choice but to let her. Highest Ranking #1 - Lesbian #1- Lgbtq #3 - Gay love #3 - wlw

teacher x student wlw age gap slow burn "You know, Professor, outside of university you're almost likable." Eleanor looked up from her coffee. "Almost?" "Don't get too excited." Professor Eleanor Pierce has exactly one opinion about Celine Avery: she's chaotic, exhausting, and somehow always at the center of every disaster. Celine, meanwhile, is busy hiding the fact that she spends her nights on dangerous missions while trying not to fail psychology during the day.

Isabella Brooks. A strong-headed, loud, intersex, fearless woman. Olivia Harper. A closed-off, intelligent, strict but tamed woman. What happens when these two meet, can they get along? Or will it be a fight to the end? There's love, betrayal, memories, violence, and much more in their journey.

Mia Laurent is the sole heir to New York's most ruthless crime syndicate, trained to inherit her father's throne. She's clever, elusive, and untouchable. Kaitlyn Prescott is the determined detective who has made catching Mia her personal obsession. Tired of watching Mia slip through her fingers, Kaitlyn's boss gives her one last shot: go undercover, infiltrate Mia's inner circle, and bring the mafia heir down from the inside. Kaitlyn plays the part and tries to earn Mia's trust. But as the lines between the lie and reality begin to blur, Kaitlyn faces a dangerous question: How long can she live a lie before she falls for the woman she's supposed to destroy?

Kate Martin wanted an internship. Instead, she got Erin O'Callaghan. A woman who built her life entirely on distance and control - a composed, cutting curator entirely out of reach. Kate challenges that distance from the moment they meet. Between late nights and shared ambition, the line between professionalism and a dangerous understanding begins to blur. But this world is built on trust. Careers can shatter. Reputations can be tarnished. Especially when everyone is watching. ✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚ 🥈 #2 - slowburn 08/08/26 🏅#88 - lesbianromance 06/01/26 🏅#19 - lesbian 08/08/26

Adrienne Brookes is a highschool senior with a sharp tongue and a talent for trouble. Her sarcasm is a shield, one she learned to wield early, because surviving her home life means never letting anyone see too much. And Adrienne has secrets. More than she can carry. But one slip in her carefully crafted mask is all it takes for Ivy Adair, her cold and calculating psychology teacher, to notice the cracks. Ivy is the last person Adrienne should trust, and the only one she can't seem to stay away from. Wanting distance is easy. Keeping it is impossible. ‼️ GAY ‼️ SEXUAL CONTENT ‼️ ABUSE AND VIOLENCE - There will not be warnings in individual chapters. This book is for mature audiences only. Do not read if sensitive to the above content.

I was awakened by a buzz, but I don't want to get up, instead I lay still on my bed and about to dream again when I heard a THUD, I flinched at the sound. It's Saturday so I'm not expecting anyone at this early in the morning. I'm not a morning person, I am now annoyed to whoever it is. "Coming!" I yelled and started walking which took me sometime because I literally took my time, don't blame me I'm still sleepy, I opened the door to see a very beautiful woman, she has long wavy hair, thick eyelashes and pink pout lips and lastly... a body to die for. I frowned when I realized a high-school student? I can say because she's wearing a uniform. What is a beautiful high-school girl doing here knocking at my door? I asked mentally. I was about to ask her when she suddenly slipped inside my condo and sit on the couch cozily, I crossed my arms and face her still frowning. "Miss what are you doing here? What do you need?" I asked her curiously. She looked at me and smiled, a smile that can make men drool, but I'm not because I'm still annoyed. "I am your girlfriend" she said sweetly, my eyes widened in shock, I know I'm drunk last night but I don't remember having a girlfriend. I was about to say something when she stood up and face me leaning so much closer that were inches apart. "You wished for me, last night on the internet" oh crap! Now I remember! I was browsing the net when a certain ad captures my attention. "But I wished for a BOYFRIEND! Not a Girlfriend!!?" How do you handle a situation where there's NO REFUND and NO EXCHANGE? Copyright © 2014-2022. Manila, Philippines. All rights reserved.

Professor x Student | WLW It wasn't one moment that pulled them apart, but a quiet accumulation of almosts, of missed chances, of words that never found their way out. Nearly a year passes before Lyn and Claire see each other again. A year spent learning how to carry an absence that never truly felt like one. A year of pretending that distance could soften something that, in truth, only settled deeper under the surface. And now, standing here again, it doesn't feel like a fresh start. It feels like something unfinished asking to be answered. Not about what happened before. Not about who was right or wrong. But about what still lingers between them, and whether they're brave enough to face it this time, without turning away.

The club wasn't where she imagined herself working, but it was the only place that would take her. The air was thick with smoke, and the neon lights did little to chase away the darkness inside. People came and went-some looking for trouble, others caught in things they shouldn't have been. She'd seen men dragged into the back rooms, beaten up for not paying in time or failing to do their part. And then there was her-the club owner. Cold, calculated, and feared by everyone who walked through the doors. She ran this place with a tight grip, and she didn't tolerate mistakes. No one dared to cross her, not without consequences. And yet, every time their eyes met, something shifted, an unsettling pull that she couldn't quite explain. She didn't know what it meant, or why it unsettled her so much. But one thing was certain: the longer she stayed here, the more complicated everything would become...