Sometimes we're not even fully aware of how similar hate and love really are. How closely they sit together, how thin the line is between them. One wrong word, one wrong choice, of even one moment of dread, and you cross it without even realizing you've done so. That's how it had always been with Casey Miller and Olivia Lordan. They didn't hate each other for no reason. There were reasons, plenty of them, actually. Old wounds that never healed right, memories that calcified instead of fading, words spoken too young and carried for too long. But were those reasons valid enough? That was the question no one ever asked out loud. Because validity is subjective. Pain doesn't measure itself against intent. Trauma doesn't care how old you were, or what you meant to do. It just exists, shaping you whether you want it to or not. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has demons they fight in private. Some people turn inward and rot quietly. Some people explode. Some people run. Some people stay and harden. None of it is clean, and none of it is fair. And maybe that was the cruelest part for them. The fact that, once upon a time, it had been love, or something dangerously close to it, and that was what made everything else hurt so much more.

Maeve Collins has loved Sloane Whitaker for as long as she can remember, long before she ever knew what that love meant. Best friends since childhood, they've grown up side by side, sharing secrets, traditions, and a bond Maeve has always been careful not to name. Sloane Whitaker, meanwhile, has always been the girl everyone wants. Cheer captain, effortlessly popular, surrounded by attention, yet the only person who's ever truly mattered to her is Maeve. She's never questioned why she chooses her best friend over every almost-relationship, or why the idea of losing Maeve feels unbearable. When they arrive at college as freshmen, distance from home gives them something new: freedom. As late nights, new people, and unspoken truths begin to blur the lines between friendship and something more, both girls are forced to confront what they've always felt, and whether they're brave enough to claim it. A tender, slow-burn friends-to-lovers romance about growing up, queer self-discovery, and realizing that the love you've been searching for has been beside you all along.

She's bold. She's sharp. She's definitely trouble. And she won't leave Emory alone. Cassidy Monroe is new at Halston High a photographer with a cocky smile, a smart mouth, and no sense of personal space. She doesn't care about fitting in, following rules, or keeping her head down. And for some reason, she keeps showing up in Emory Price's life like it's on purpose. Emory doesn't flirt. She doesn't get distracted. She's focused, respected, maybe even a little untouchable. So when Cassidy starts teasing her between classes, sitting beside her in every shared period, and making her laugh when she's trying not to smile, Emory tells herself it doesn't matter. It's just noise. A phase. A girl with too much confidence and no filter. But the thing about Cassidy is she's not that easy to shake. And the longer Emory tries to ignore her, the harder it gets to tell whether she's annoyed... or addicted.

AMBER Hate. Fury. Despise. These are the 3 words that comes to my mind when I think of Maddison Powers, my best friends sister, she drives me crazy with everything she says. I'm the founder of Bishop Group, a multi- billionaire company, and everytime I see her again or talk to her I feel my skin burning. MADDIE Annoying. Madenning. Self- centered. That's all Amber Bishop is, I swear I can't understand how Valentina, my sister, even stands her, she is everything I go against. I'm the COO of my sisters firm Powers firm and I have my hand full with that, but somehow my and Amber's way always cross, I just wish it didn't because it takes everything in me not to push her against a wall and strandle the shit out of her. Maddison Powers and Amber Bishop know each other ever since they were little, because Amber and Valentina are best friends, no one knows why they hate each other that much, not even them, but what they do know is that despite the fact that they both sleep around with other people and don't get into relationships the only shared thing in them is the hatred towards each other. Could that ever change?

"And you kept smiling at him." "I was being polite," I whispered weakly. "Mm." The sound she made sent another shiver through me. My pulse spiked immediately. She lowered herself close to the side of my face, her breath fanning my ear. She whispered darkly, "well, baby girl." She nipped my ear then. "Tonight..." Her hand came up to my throat. Not hurting Not choking. But firm enough to steal my breath away. Then she pulled back a little to look at my lips. Her gaze rose to my eyes then. Eyes dark. Pupils blown wide. "I'm not going to be." ... Jules has always lived carefully-balancing expectations, responsibilities, and the quiet weight of a world that doesn't always leave room for uncertainty. But everything begins to shift when she meets Jeanna, a confident and composed businesswoman who disrupts the rhythm of Jules' guarded life in the most unexpected way. What starts as a connection neither of them fully understands slowly deepens into something impossible to ignore. Jeanna is patient, steady, and unwavering in a way Jules has never experienced before-offering her not just affection, but space to grow, to question, and to choose for herself. Set against the backdrop of a conservative environment, this story explores identity, courage, and the complexity of choosing love when it feels like everything else is at stake. At its core, it's about two women finding their way to each other-not perfectly, but honestly.

Book 1 of Inheritance Series Banks Mitchell has had a plan since she was sixteen Play soccer at UNC, follow in her mother's footsteps, and love Noah Martinez the way she always has steady, certain, safe What she didn't plan for was Ivy Ivy Martinez has spent four years filing away the memory of one kiss that was never meant to mean anything. Banks called it practice. Ivy called it the moment she understood exactly how much trouble she was in. She watched Banks fall for her little brother anyway and told herself that was fine That she was fine She almost believed it They've been best friends their whole lives. Grew up in the same circle, at the same beach house every summer, around the same kitchen tables and their mothers best friends long before either of them took their first breath. Banks and Ivy were unavoidable in every aspect except the one that mattered most Now they're roommates Same apartment. Same walls. Same 2am silences that stretch just a little too long. Ivy knows every version of Banks Mitchell the girl who laughs too loud, cries at Disney movies and will look you dead in the eye and deny it, and has never once in her life slowed down long enough to feel something she wasn't ready for The problem is Banks is starting to feel something she is very much not ready for Noah is 30 minutes away, finishing his senior year, and texting every night like clockwork. Riley Mitchell is coaching right across campus and already sees too much. And Ivy is right there wild and warm and familiar pretending she isn't waiting for something Banks doesn't even know she's capable of giving One kiss was practice This is something else entirely 18+ | sapphic romance | boyfriend sister | roommates | slow burn | forbidden | college | found family | The Inheritance Series

"Relax," I murmured softly. My voice dropped without me even thinking about it, lower now, closer. "Is this okay?" Charlotte hesitated. I felt it in the way her shoulders shifted beneath the tension, the tiny pause before she answered. Her fingers tightened once more around the armrests. Then loosened slightly. "...Yes." The word came out quieter than before. Careful. Neither of us spoke. Then, after holding there for just a second too long, I leaned forward. Slowly-so slowly it almost felt deliberate enough to give her time to stop me, if she wanted to. The distance between us shrank inch by careful inch, my gaze flickering briefly to her lips before lifting again to her body posture, searching for any sign that I should pull back. But I didn't. And when the last trace of space between us finally disappeared, I kissed her. --- Audrey DuPont is used to the party life, smoking and drinking until the sun comes up, and throwing money without a second thought. But what happens when money can't save her? Charlotte Brown is the polar opposite of the head cheer captain. She's stoic, quiet, smart, and most of all, she isn't a trust fund kid like the rest. The only thing on her mind is graduating and making money. They both want something from each other, but as the thin line blurs between academics and attraction, they'll have to wonder: Is it really worth it?

Out the window, I see her - Hayden Musk, striding across the quad like she owns it. Her rugby bag slung over her shoulder, hair tied up in a way that looks messy but perfect. She laughs at something her friend says, tipping her head back so the sun hits her cheekbones. For a second, my heartbeat trips over itself. Hayden's the kind of person who makes you wish you were brave. I've only ever spoken to her once - last year in the library, when she asked if the seat next to me was free. I remember how she smiled, how she smelled like grass and shampoo. I remember I couldn't speak properly for hours afterwards. Lucy follows my gaze, raises an eyebrow. "You know her?" I drop my eyes fast. "No. Not really." "Right." Lucy flips her hair over her shoulder. "She's trouble anyway." I almost laugh. I don't think Hayden Musk could be trouble for me if she tried. I'm invisible. And maybe that's safer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part of me is always searching - the next game, the next girl, the next spark that might stick. Then I see her. Felicity Marianne - all soft edges and hidden eyes, hugging her books like they're the only thing keeping her upright. She's too pretty for this place. She looks like a secret you'd promise to keep forever. Alex elbows me mid-sentence. "Hey, Musk - you listening?" I grin, unapologetic. "Sorry. Distracted." "By who?" She follows my gaze, laughs under her breath. "Marianne? She's a ghost, mate." "Maybe I like ghosts," I say. It's a joke but it isn't. I've been surrounded by loud, bright people my whole life. Maybe I want quiet for once. Something soft. Something real. Alex makes a face. "She's way out of your league." I raise an eyebrow. "Think so?" She laughs. "I know so. Come on, Captain. First period. Let's go pretend we care."

Maya Rivera and Harper Quinn have spent their entire high-school careers locked in a fierce academic rivalry. Competing for grades, debate trophies, and the teacher's attention. Forced to work together as lab partners and later paired for the science fair, the girls navigate constant bickering, unexpected moments of laughter, and a growing warmth neither of them can quite explain. As their rivalry slowly softens into friendship, and something much sweeter. Maya and Harper learn that sometimes the person who challenges you the most is the one who understands you best. More Than Rivalry is a soft, heart-warming WLW teen romance about two girls discovering that enemies can become partners, classmates can become confidants, and love can bloom in the last place you expect.

Who knew that being stuck in detention and extra mandatory swim practices with each other would bring two rivals together? Louie Monroe has learned that working hard for what she wants, not what others want from her, is the way to go. She's one of the best swimmers on the team and couldn't care any less about any of them and their hateful comments. And she definitely doesn't care about the team captain. Winter Montgomery, the swim team captain, also known as the ice queen, works hard to make sure she's perfect. Her grades, her swims, her whole life revolves around the expectations nobody gives her other than herself. The 'go-with-the-flow' girl and the perfectionist stuck together as punishment? Nothing could go wrong...