" don't call me kid, don't call me baby. " [teacher x student] [wlw] [slow updates]

Norah Cook knows nothing about love, about romance, about affection. Nor does she understand it. But after a few teenager years without it all, she meets Mio Reed, the woman who unintentionally changes everything. The woman who is also her best friend's mother. All of her classmates and friends are experiencing teenage affection and relationships, all while Norah has always found she's had no interest. But in an unlikely turn, her first feelings end up being pointed towards a woman who's married and far older. But over time, something begins to change in that woman too and both their lives are changed forever.

Claire Shaw wants to disappear. Her entire life she's been judged and ridiculed for the fact that she was born intersex, meaning she's a chick with a dick. And people don't like that. Especially the boys at her school. And while she's used to looks, the comments and even the physical violence, she's not used to the tornado that is Riley Green, the sister of her biggest bully. Riley Green is everything Claire isn't. Loud, popular, out and proud. She makes herself heard, stands up to the bullies and loves her friends with a passion and she goes after what she wants. And what she wants is Claire. When the girls are paired up to do a summer art project, Riley uses it as the perfect excuse to be near the girl everyone hates. And while Claire doesn't trust the sister of her bully, she can't help but to find herself looking forward to seeing her everyday. As the summer drags on, can the girl who is hated by everyone find love with the one person she shouldn't?

As Manhattan's most feared criminal defense attorney, Valentina Pierce doesn't lose-cases, control, or composure. Her life is built on unbreakable rules and airtight boundaries, all designed to keep her one step ahead of chaos. Then Emery Vale walks into her office. The brilliant and scandal-shrouded tech CEO is facing a federal indictment that could destroy her empire. She's arrogant, reckless, and entirely too comfortable breaking rules. Valentina knows better than to get close-but Emery makes resistance feel like weakness. What starts as strategy meetings and legal briefs turns into late nights, charged glances, and a battle of wills neither woman is prepared to lose. Valentina is used to dominating the courtroom-but with Emery, every glance is a dare, every touch a negotiation. -RANKINGS- 🥇#1 in #girlxgirlbook 🥇#1 in #lesbianbook 🥇#1 in #womanxwoman 🥇 #1 in #loveislove 🥇 #1 in #client

A reputable judge picks up a young woman who brings nothing but trouble.

── Wherein 𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗦, a kindergarten teacher, finds herself intertwined with 𝗟𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗; a woman twice her age, a CEO wrapped in precision and control, and the very thing that just might unravel her. There's tension in every glance. Gravity in every touch. And somewhere between whispered apologies and sharp-edged desire, Mayumi realizes: It isn't falling if it was always fated. So what else is there to do? Not when 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙩'𝙨 to blame... ── ✦ 𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: #1 gxg #1 olderwomen #1 agegapwlw #7 sexuality #9 lgbt #35 darkromance

WLW | PRINCIPALXSTUDENT | AGEGAP "Any reason why you're walking around like a lost puppy" Some stories are whispered behind closed doors. Some loves are carved in silence, too dangerous to speak aloud-yet impossible to extinguish. Camila Emson is eighteen, bruised by grief, haunted by shadows she cannot escape. A fragile heart, wrapped in sharp edges. She survives the chaos of home by slipping into invisibility, until the day she collides with her: Principal Aurora Sulvio. Aurora is everything Camila isn't-powerful, untouchable, sculpted in ice and discipline. But behind the polished surface lies a quiet hunger, a darkness that mirrors Camila's own. Their worlds should never intertwine. And yet, in the stolen hours of punishment and silence, a dangerous spark flickers. What begins as authority and defiance twists into something neither of them can name-an intimacy sharpened by restraint, a closeness built in shadows where every glance, every unspoken word, feels like fire. This is not a love story. It is a slow undoing. A confession written between the lines of power and vulnerability, where the forbidden becomes inevitable, and two fractured souls discover that even the sharpest edges can bleed when they collide.

A trip to Fiji with her dismissive boyfriend and his alluring mother lands Valentina into the most unexpected romance of her lifetime. ***** College student Valentina has been at a standstill in her relationship for three years, so when her boyfriend invites her on vacation to Fiji with his estranged fashion designer mother, Val can't think of anything worse. Mothers-in-law are notoriously one of the most dreadful aspects of a committed relationship, right? But nobody prepared Val for the aloof, refined Diana, who at first seems to absolutely detest her but soon warms under the tropical sun. As a unique and steamy connection sizzles and the two begin sneaking around, Val wonders if she's finally found the love she's been looking for in the most unexpected of places. But can their spark last, and is it worth what it will cost them? WARNING: This story contains mature themes such as depictions of domestic abuse and coercion that may be upsetting to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Azalia Gray can feel her insides being eaten alive. She's made the mistake of falling hard and fast for someone she's destined to not have. It feels wrong to crush on somebody not only twice her age, but also the mother of the toddler she nanny's. But don't fret Azalia, you're not the only one struggling with irrepressible feelings. **This story is mature, containing lots of smut and dark aspects. Read at your own discretion**

I go to church every Sunday. Not for peace. Not for salvation. But to beg for forgiveness. For thoughts I shouldn't have. For the way my eyes linger when she walks into the room. For the warmth that spreads in my chest when she says my name. I don't understand it. I wasn't raised to feel this way. I wasn't raised to want a woman like her. So I sit in the confession box, trembling, whispering prayers I don't believe in anymore. Because I think she sees me too. Watches me when she thinks I'm not looking. And even though she barely speaks to me... Something in her gaze feels like possession. Maybe I'm imagining it. Or maybe she's the sin I'll never escape.