~Book 1 of 2~ Nineteen-year-old Alison Greystone has crafted a peaceful life in London, focused on finishing school and preparing for university. After a troubled childhood, she lives with her brother George, balancing friends, a part-time job, and the pressure of good grades. But her calm world is disrupted when a mysterious older woman sparks feelings she knows she shouldn't have. 『 °*• ❀ •*°』 Feel free to share your thoughts or reactions, I'd love to hear them.

Oakley Sommers has gotten herself into a bit of a situation. After a night she thought she'd be having fun , ended up turning into a wild night that she'll never forget. What was supposed to be getaway for a short period of time ended up becoming a scary event that could have ended poorly. But , luckily , she had two knights in shining armor come to her rescue , or rather , knights in shining dresses. Enter Salem Marabelle and Venus Coralee. Two dommes who have been living together for the past two years. They have a complicated relationship with each other , they love each other , but not in a romantic way. "Love can't spawn from lust." Salem has always said , but what happens when one added addition to their dynamic changes the entirety of their relationship , throws that whole idea off the rails and makes Salem rethink everything. Who would have guessed that this new addition would have been the final push to make the knights collide.

Celeste thought her life was perfect-until the night that shattered everything. At 21, she had it all: love, stability, and a future she believed in. But on Valentine's Day, a night meant for roses and promises, her world crumbled. Betrayed by the woman she loved on their first anniversary, Celeste's heartbreak should have been the worst part of the evening. It wasn't. That same night, she was taken by a woman who was everything her ex wasn't: dangerous, powerful, and merciless. Raven Cantié, known in the criminal underworld as La Louve Noire „The Black She-Wolf"- isn't just a mafia boss. She's a fucking legend. Sadistic, manipulative, and irresistibly charismatic, Raven doesn't ask but takes. What she wants now is Celeste-fragile, whose innocence fascinates her like a flame calling to a predator. But what Raven doesn't expect is that the girl she saw as prey might be something else entirely. Because Celeste isn't just fragile, she's fire wrapped in fear, and there are things inside her even Raven can't control. Will Raven tame her favorite possession, or will Celeste be the one to burn the wolf alive? A story of obsession, trauma, twisted power, and a darkness that blurs the line between love and control. • • • • Trigger warnings:kidnapping, drinking, smut, degrading, blood, beating, killing, very graphic tortures , SA, rape, drugging, a lot of swears etc. It's 18+ story with mature scenes and graphic content. You're reading this on your own responsibility! Nr2 in #torture 21.01.2026 Nr1 in #risk 21.01.2026 Nr1 in #prey 22.01.2026 Nr2 in #lesbian 05.04.2026

Nova had always thought that love was never meant for her. From pathetic high school boys to arrogant frat guys, romance had always felt more like a nuisance than a dream. She wasn't looking for it, and she sure as hell didn't need it. Until it appeared in the most unexpected place: Her unpredictable, and impossibly cold chemistry professor. Love wasn't supposed to look like this. It wasn't supposed to be off-limits And it definitely wasn't supposed to be with a women. But love doesn't care about rules, and Nova's about to break every single one them. ─────────────── Fully edited and revised - June 2026.

Eloise grew up in the shadows of an illegal organization - trained, shaped, and scarred into the perfect weapon. Known for her temper and defiance, she was always the rebel among soldiers, the flame that refused to die out no matter how much they tried to break her. But when Cassandra - the cold, calculating leader of the organization - chooses Eloise as her Chosen, everything changes. Whether it's out of spite, fascination, or the desire to mold her into something unrecognizable, Cassandra turns Eloise's rebellion into a game. A dangerous game of power and control. Of loyalty and obsession. Of love that burns as much as it destroys. Because in a world built on violence and lies, being Chosen doesn't mean being saved. It means being owned. And Eloise is about to learn that even the strongest flames can be trapped in glass. - a new whole different ride my lovelies a/n

"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.

a soft age regression story about love, safety, and being understood. completed, but more chapters to come. (lowercase)

Kelly Vega just wants to survive senior year, but her new chemistry teacher, Elena Bennett, makes that difficult. Strict, composed, and oddly familiar, Elena is everything Kelly shouldn't be drawn to-but she can't help it. As Kelly pushes boundaries and Elena struggles to keep her distance, an undeniable tension builds between them. Will Kelly stay focused on school, or will she find herself caught in a dangerous chemistry neither of them can ignore? *kinda enemies to lover *slow burn *age gap (8years)

Lux Sinclair has spent her whole life being treated like a beautiful little accessory - rich, perfect, and always watched. But behind the designer dresses and party cameras, Lux hides a softer side nobody knows about. When a public family partnership pushes her into the world of powerful socialites Valentina Vale and Soleil Laurent, Lux suddenly finds herself caught between media attention, family expectations, and two women who see through her almost too easily. Now Little Miss Luxury has to decide if she'll keep being who everyone wants her to be - or finally let herself be cared for.

She doesn't say anything, but I can see that the arrow I shot was sticking. She is trying to hide the mixture of emotions but I can see them in her eyes. Shock, then hurt, then anger. Then nothing. "Now I'm fucking done," I say finally. She tilts her head to the left and then right, closing her eyes and rolling her neck back. She takes a deep breath in and starts softly laughing. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. "Who," she says, her voice is low, she opens her eyes and looks back at me, "the absolute fuck," she pushes off the counter and takes a slow step foward, "do you think you are talking to?" Quickly the anger starts to sizzle inside me, my heart dropping in my chest. I take a step back instinctively as she takes another slow dragged out step towards me. The regret sets in along with the fear. What was I thinking. Oh god. What did I just say to her. "I think I need to remind you, little girl, who it is that you are speaking to," she says, her voice cold and dripping with danger, taking a final step infront of me. I am looking up at her now, my breath caught in my chest, her eyes are almost black, "because you will never, ever speak to me like that again." She begins to walk around me and my head turns to follow watching her, my stomach flipping. Her hand grabs my lower face and sharply turns it forward, making me freeze. "Do not look at me," she snarls, stepping behind me, her hand slips from my face, her nails dragging across my jaw and around the back of my neck, hand slipping up through my hair. She makes a fist and pulls my head back roughly, making me gasp, frozen in her grip. I feel her breath in my ear. "We are going to have a serious conversation after this about the nature of our relationship and how we are going to navigate this going forward," her voice is suddenly soft and gentle, "however I think there is a little too much sexual tension between us we both need to get out of our system. What are your safe words, Lenora?"