"Giana, I let you get away with your disrespect long enough. You do not tell me to shut up. Disrespecting a Moltisanti is like disrespecting God." The shorter woman scoffed as best as she could seeing her air supply was being cut off. "Oh, so you think you're a god now?" Lucia twisted their bodies pressing Giana against the wall with a thud. "Con il modo in cui potrei averti in ginocchio implorando pietà." ["With the way, I could have you on your knees begging for mercy."] \\\\ Giana wanted nothing more than to graduate and finally move far away from her father who was the Mayor of Chicago and the public eye. But during winter break, she finds all her plans are put on hold when she's kidnapped and forced to spend the next few months at the Moltisanti Estate. Updates every other day!

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.

Amelia Erisse Belivet never forgets anything. Gifted-or cursed-with hyperthymesia, she remembers every single moment of her life with perfect clarity. She feels stuck, unable to move past what's happened to her, weighed down by memories she can't escape... until she meets Ms. Avri. Avri is an incredible artist with a calm, strong presence. She runs her class strictly and holds everyone to high standards, but whenever she looks at Amelia, her expression softens with quiet care. She sees how much Amelia is struggling, and takes extra time to guide her-encouraging her to turn her painful memories into art, hoping it will help her heal. But the closer they get, the more torn Amelia becomes. Her head tells her one thing, but her gut warns of terrible things she has no reason to remember. She can't reason her way out of it, and she's left doubting everything. If her mind is supposed to record everything perfectly... why does it feel like she doesn't belong in her own life? If your mind can lie... what else isn't real? Highest Ranking: #1 carolaird #1 hyperthymesia #1 txs

"Some women are poetry, Others are the cuts they leave behind." ______________ Tara's voice cut through the room like a blade. "I shouldn't have dated a fucking child. You're immature! Do you even realize-?" "I'm not a child," Ishaani snapped back, chest rising, pulse hammering. Tara's eyes narrowed, voice low and trembling with restrained fury. "The way you behave... it shows differently. I never should've been with you-" "I didn't beg you to, bitch," Ishaani shot, defiance in every syllable. Tara whirled, sharp as a whip. "Bitch?" Almost instantaneously spotting her fuck-up, Ishaani let out a breathless, involuntary "Oh-oh." Before she could recover, Tara's hand shoved her firmly against the door, making her spine echo the point. Her Hazel eyes glared like velvet knives. "A Bitch?....Definitely then...." She trailed off, as she let her hands wander along Ishaani's watch, "Fine, I'm the bitch. And you'd be lucky if you even get to sleep on the floor outside this bitch's room tonight." She spat venomously. ______________ What began as a harmless crush on her sister's best friend during a sultry, Delhi summer has ignited into a storm of worship and reverence, Ishaani can no longer pretend to oversee. Not when she forgets how to inhale, if Tara's cruel words and meticulously harsh demeanor isn't the one flipping her down. She met divinity in the eyes of the woman who destroyed her; Every glance, every brush of skin, every teasing word pulls her closer- and Tara Kapoor- political strategist, human right activist and an art curator-may be just as dangerously tempted. What happens when this tapestry of reverence hurls Ishaani into a whirlpool of extreme political vengeance and secrets the whole of Delhi NCR shan't whisper? ______________

𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚, 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. Written By: Tzipora Rosen Edited By: Leah C Benton

"Would you say that no one compares?" She asked, comedy laced in between her words as she found this hilarious. Rolling my eyes, I sighed, "I don't know..." Which was my given answer, because I didn't know. I haven't... been out, much to directly tell. But even then, "It's sick," because, "it's like it could only ever be her." - Areli finds herself doing her best to navigate life as she let everything go, leaving it all in the past for the greater good. But one night changes it all, because Savannah's eyes were always hard to not fall deep into. - BOOK TWO

"Don't look at me like that..." I scoffed, licking my lips to hide my smile as I looked up at her. She was tempting. Very tempting. And it wasn't intentional, but I could tell she was falling for it anyway. Obliviously, "Like what?" Her lips curled, showing me what I tried my best to hide. She let out a small laugh, looking away so my eyes could no longer meet hers. And then, "Like you're going to make me regret my decision." _ After a traumatic event that truly exposed her to the reality that she'd been constantly warned about, Areli meets Savannah, a kind woman who brings all the best things around. But, of course, it's always too good to be true. - BOOK ONE

"Am I too close?" I whispered, referring to our first conversation. Times were different now, we were different now. I watched as she fluttered her eyes closed, the sound of the music officially become background noise to the tension. It was giving in just as we did. Just as she did. "Maybe I want you to be..." - Blaine's love life is turned upside when she comes across a relentless Delta. Tatted like a notorious gangster, Niy'Asia makes all the effort to show Blaine how much she actually cares, despite constantly having to put her own feelings aside.

As Diana Coopers prepares for the pressure of her senior year, she seeks comfort in a book she's been trying to find for months. And just as she finally spots it, someone else snatches it right out of her hands. Diana's annoyed to say the least, until she realises this stranger might end up changing her life in ways she's never even imagined.

Sequel to Nothing Lasts Forever. Two years later, Diana's life is steady(finally). College. A future she's working towards. And Natalie, the woman who makes the distance feel worth it. But even the calm can feel uncertain. Especially when a professor's attention starts to echo parts of Diana she swore she'd never repeat. It's nothing. She tells herself that. And when she's back home for Christmas, everything feels safe again. Until the drive back that changes everything. One crash. And Diana walks away with her life, but not everyone does. After, she returns to a world that kept moving without her, drowning in guilt, grief and anger. She's so consumed by what she's lost, she almost misses what Natalie's losing too.