Halfway through her walk, her secretary appeared. Helena stopped to hear what he had to say. My vision for this long awaited day shattered when she tossed her veil away. "Excuse me!" The sound of my heart breaking into tiny little pieces was deafening and the murmurs of shocked family, friends and guests were muted. The wedding official's voice cut through. "Are you ok, dear?" Was I? For someone who was left standing at the altar... A jilted bride... I pushed the pain away, "I'm alright." The signs were always there. I only have myself to blame for the humiliation I had to suffer again today. I fell in love on my own so it was only fair to hurt alone. Fairy tale endings weren't for everyone; I knew this at the back of my mind. I may be foolish for thinking it but I always believed love has requirements; a beautiful face, a kind heart, deep pockets, a backbone - the list goes on. The requirements to be loved in return varied in proportions. So... Did I meet the standards? I had the money to entice her family. I had the backbone to stand by my decision to marry. I have a heart that loves her alone. I just fell a bar under beautiful. One could say I was passable. Somewhere along the line I must have missed and failed a mark... Just passable... Maybe that was the reason why she just passed me by. © All rights reserved

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. ✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚ 🏅#88 - lesbianromance 06/01/26 🏅#218 - lesbian 06/01/26

"If you wanted to feel my touch, you only had to say," her voice was a sultry whisper, her fingers brushing against my heated skin My breath hitched as her lips hovered near her ear, "All this tension, Emma don't pretend you're not drawn to me." Emma Blake, a dedicated intern, finds herself drawn to Ms. Whitmore, a charismatic executive at her firm despite Emma's initial focus on her career, Ms. Whitmore's ambiguous attention and flirtations spark a profound emotional connection As their relationship deepens, they navigate professional pressures, jealousy, and personal insecurities, sharing passionate moments and tender kisses along the way

Alessia Sorento, 26, is a hopeless romantic who is the boss of the Italian mafia. She is a very intimidating person but is soft only with people she is close with. Her enemies and people who don't know her also fear her. Alessia meets Lily DeLuca, 24, a pure soul, unaware of the dangers that surround her. They meet at an art gallery that the Sorentos own, but as Lily doesn't know the owner she tries to make a conversation in broken Italian with Alessia. This interaction turns into a very interesting one as Lily becomes intrigued by the very handsome-looking woman. ---- Lily blushed, "I was trying to impress you with my Italian. Guess I need more lessons." Alessia chuckled, "Your attempt was adorable, if not accurate. But hey, if you ever want lessons, I'd be happy to help." ---

~~~~ WARNING. If you are under the age of 15 please be mindful that this book will include: Sexual content & mild language.

"Who will fight for somebody as cold as me?" Maybe she did not know how important she is, at least not until I said, "I will, in a heartbeat." A love story of Headmistress Hannah Lively and her student Mia Turner with the odds in between. *Work in progress* 💙🔥

college should be a knock out the park, unless you got a hot teacher.