["You can walk away right now. Or..." She stood there, breathing a little too evenly, her eyes flickering between the door and me. Then, after what felt like a full minute, she turned- And walked away. My heart sank. I looked down, trying to ignore the sting of disappointment. It's fine. I shouldn't have- Before I could react, Valeria had spun back around, grabbed me, and pushed me into the locker room, the door clicking shut behind us. Her hands found my waist, pressing me against the door, and her mouth crashed into mine...] 🥇 txs (23. Sep. 25.) 🥈 gxg (23. Sep. 25.) 🥇 woman (10. Dec. 25.) Abigail Moore is beginning her senior year, balancing the heavy burdens of a difficult home life while fiercely protecting her younger brother and maintaining top grades. She has sworn off relationships thinking they only lead into pain. Valeria Garcia, in her first year of teaching, is determined to keep a distance from her students, haunted by a past and sleepless nights. Yet, one student in particular proofs difficult to stay away from. (As this is my first story and I have noone to proofread I used AI to run over my chapters and help me at some parts)

Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.

Aspen Briar has always known who she is. At twenty-six, she is composed, precise, and trusted by people who cannot afford to be misunderstood. In quiet rooms and behind closed doors, she listens, she observes, she fixes what she can. Her boundaries are clear. Her life makes sense. Until it doesn't. New York introduces her to someone she cannot quite read. Someone who does not fit neatly into symptoms or solutions. Their conversations stretch longer than they should. Silences begin to mean more than words. And for the first time, Aspen starts to notice the things she has spent years ignoring. The way her thoughts linger. The way her control slips, quietly, almost without warning. She tells herself it is nothing. But some feelings do not disappear just because you refuse to name them. And some people make it impossible to pretend you do not feel at all.

"Harder, Leilani," Brianna prompted, barely moving as she took the hits. I grit my teeth, my eyes focusing on the pads again, I hit once more, feeling a lump in my throat form up. She takes a step closer, making me take one back. "Launch back," She commands. I jab once more, feeling my knuckles heat up under the wraps. "You're holding back. Stop thinking. Strike." With a frustrated growl, I threw a roundhouse kick aimed at the pad, but I put too much weight into it, my anger making me sloppy. I was ready for the pain of hitting the floor, but it never came. My eyes snapped open, meeting Brianna as she tightly holds my waist. I was panting, my breath coming in jagged hitches, and I struggled to tell if the hammering in my chest was from the exertion or from the dangerous darkness swirling in her green eyes. "What's distracting you?" She asks, her minty breath kissing my skin, "Fuck you," I whisper, the words fueled by exhaustion and a desperate need to get away from her heat. I watch the corners of her lips curl into a slow, predatory smirk, "We can do that," She murmured, her voice dripping with a slyness that made my knees go weak. ********** Logic was the only thing keeping Dr. Leilani's past at bay, until the night a wounded Mafia boss broke into her home and dragged her into the shadows. Their paths cross by chance... or fate. One escapes. The other never forgets. A year and a half later, fate returns with chains and a desperate deal that forces Leilani into a high-stakes mission in Italy. Caught between her survival and a growing, volatile connection to her captor, Leilani must decide how much of her soul she is willing to trade for the safety of those she loves.

A neonatologist with a guarded heart. A billionaire heiress used to getting what she wants. When fate brings them together years after one unforgettable night, the sparks between them ignite into something far more dangerous-something neither of them is ready to name. Synopsis: Dr. Jenna Davidson doesn't do complications-especially not the kind that comes wrapped in designer suits and a smoldering gaze that could unravel her with just a look. But when Alena Stavros, the ruthless and dangerously alluring heir to a Greek empire, reappears in her life, resisting temptation becomes impossible. What was supposed to be a single night of passion at London's elite Paradis Club turned into an encounter that neither woman could forget. Now, years later, Alena wants more-and she's never been one to take no for an answer. But Jenna has built walls around her heart, and with a son to protect and a past she refuses to revisit, giving in to Alena's pursuit is the last thing she can afford. But Alena plays to win. And when their undeniable attraction spirals into something deeper, they find themselves caught in a web of family betrayals, hidden desires, and a passion too intense to ignore. Will Jenna surrender to the fire between them, or will old wounds and dangerous secrets push them apart before they even get the chance? A seductive and emotionally charged romance about power, passion, and a love that refuses to be denied. *Author's Note* Hi everyone! I'm new to writing novels and don't have any formal training-I just love sharing stories. All my characters are fictional, though some may seem a little different from what you'd typically expect. Since I'm still learning, there may be some minor flaws here and there, and I truly appreciate your patience and understanding. I'm always open to suggestions, but I kindly ask for constructive and encouraging feedback. Thank you so much for your support! ❤️

When Emma Davies moves to Los Angeles for a fresh start, the last thing she expects is to meet Dr. Sophia Montenegro, a renowned surgeon with a sharp tongue, a cold stare, and more walls than a fortress. What begins with a twist of fate in an emergency room quickly turns into something intense, messy, and impossible to walk away from. In a city where everything moves fast and love rarely comes without a cost, Emma and Sophia find themselves tangled in something neither of them fully understands.

~ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢ~ I don't do chaos. I do facts, files, and control. So having a fiery neurosurgeon as my neighbor feels like a personal attack. She laughs too loud, watches too closely, and gets under my skin with ease. The bickering is accidental. The jealousy is not. And whatever this pull between us is, I refuse to name it. "This is going to end with irritation, not feelings." Ten years ago, she was a stranger who stepped in when no one else did. I fell for her voice before I ever knew her name. I waited, lived, and somehow ended up next door to her sharp tongue and colder walls. She pretends she doesn't care. I pretend her words don't hurt. Between family drama, stolen looks, and interrupted moments, I already know the truth. "This is going to end with her loving me anyway!" ━━━━━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━━━━━

agegap | poly | gip Loving two people is something the world often finds strange. To others, it seems wrong, unacceptable to hold more than one person in your heart. But love has never followed rules written by anyone but itself. You cannot predict the future, nor can you command your heart to love only one soul. Sometimes, without warning, it chooses more than one... and you are left to navigate the truth of your own feelings. 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: ⚠️ 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔.

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] I met two gorgeous dominate women. What a shame it was under terrible circumstances.

Bullet. Something so small yet can change someone's life in just a second. When you hold a loaded gun on your hand, it'd come down to two choices. Either you pull the trigger, or not. Simple as that. However, what comes afterward is not so simple. It could end with death or maybe a second chance. The rest? Is history. -- Sam is a billionaire, the only heirloom of her father's real estate empire. A classic billionaire who drives fast cars, wears thousands of dollars suits, et cetera. Let's just say she literally gets everything she wants. She may be a complete spoiled brat, but something from her past haunts her every night. She once lost someone, and that made her lost herself too. All of that might change when her mother decided to bring one doctor to her office, and she will be stuck with the doctor for 30 days. What would happen to the billionaire? Would Sam finally let her in and heal her as what doctors usually do, or would that only make things worse for her? Oh, what about her nightmares? Would she be able to dodge the bullet this time?