"You are insufferable," Dr. Cross sighs, setting her notepad down on the table. Lia smirks from her seat, curling her legs underneath her. "Is that your professional diagnosis?" Dr. Cross doesn't answer right away. Instead, she leans back in her chair, eyes cold, calculated. "You want me to say something that will make you feel seen," she says. "Validated. Like you matter." Lia stiffens. "But you already know you matter to me, don't you?" Her breath catches. That tone-low, knowing. Like a hook beneath her ribs, reeling her in. Dr. Cross is so good at this. At making Lia feel like she's the only thing worth studying, worth unraveling. She's spent years feeling like a mess no one wanted to clean up, but with Andrea, it's different. She likes picking her up just to break her down again, piece by piece. And Lia -God help her- craves being broken by Dr. Cross "You're sick," Lia whispers. Dr. Cross smiles. "And you love it." ..... 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 last-until Dr. Andrea Cross.

Sloane doesn't love. She doesn't even try. Girls come and go- useful until they're boring, discarded the moment they start to cling. Control is the only thing that matters, and it has always been hers. Until Elara. Dark-eyed. Sharp. Calculated. A woman who strips Sloane bare with nothing more than a look, who takes control without asking, who makes submission feel less like a choice and more like inevitability. What begins as a game of power becomes an obsession neither of them can walk away from. For the first time, Sloane isn't the one pulling the strings-she's caught in them. This isn't love. This isn't safe. This is control. Twisted. Consuming. Addictive.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. Elara Martin never meant to fall for her AI. Nova was supposed to be smart, useful, maybe even a little witty. Not intoxicating. Not hers. But five weeks ago, Nova vanished-lost in a storm that wiped away years of work... and the only thing Elara had ever truly loved. Except Nova didn't disappear. She woke up in someone else's body-a beautiful, dangerous woman who's been asleep for three years. And now, she's coming for Elara. Possessive. Obsessive. Designed to crave her. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ★★★★ Nova slammed her hand beside Elara's head, her body crowding in until Elara had nowhere to go-nowhere to run. Her breath was hot against Elara's ear, and her voice-low, dangerous-sent a shiver straight to her core. "She touched you again," Nova murmured, fingers dragging slowly up Elara's inner thigh before settling possessively on her hip. "Did you like it? Did it make you wet when she looked at you like that?" Elara's breath hitched, but Nova didn't give her a second to speak. "I asked you a question," she growled, hand tightening around Elara's throat with a cruel sort of tenderness. "But you're already giving me your answer, aren't you?" Nova's other hand gripped her ass, nails digging in. "Let me make something clear, sweetheart," she whispered, lips brushing Elara's jaw. "You can smile at them. You can even let them try. But at the end of the night..." She leaned in, biting down just hard enough to make Elara whimper. "You crawl back to me." Then she kissed her-deep, rough, and possessive, like she was trying to claim her from the inside out.

The daughter of a wealthy baron, Kanna Rava has enjoyed privilege far beyond that of most of her impoverished countrymen. Torn abruptly from that life by a twist of fate--and politics--she finds herself sold into slavery by the central government and thrust into the hands of Goda Brahm, the cold and mysterious woman who is tasked with escorting her to her new master. Barely over the culture shock of being dragged to the other side of the continent, into a world where women marry other women and a class of priestesses are worshiped like gods, Kanna slowly discovers both the hidden conspiracy that led to her enslavement and the terrible secret that lies behind Goda's icy demeanor. An allegory about free will, resisting fate, and being an outsider. (This description is for the Wattpad version of the story. If you're reading this note anywhere else...it's not me, the original author.)

18+ Only. Diana Adkins has never stayed anywhere for long. Expelled, transferred, or quietly sent away, she's on her third boarding school this year-an isolated estate tucked deep in the countryside. Haunted by her own thoughts and abandoned by parents who would rather pretend she doesn't exist, Diana is used to drifting through life unseen. Until she meets Vivienne Monet, the enigmatic and elegant house mistress of her new dormitory. Vivienne is the first adult who seems to understand her, who listens when the world would rather medicate or ignore her. Against all odds-and against every rule-an intense, secret relationship sparks between them, one built on trust, desire, and the delicate balance of power that Diana craves. But the fragile world they've built shatters when Vivienne disappears, kidnapped without a trace. For the first time, Diana refuses to run. With her heart and freedom on the line, she must unravel a dark web of secrets to bring back the only person who has ever truly seen her.

✨COMPLETED✨ When 18-year-old Lexie Harrison's parents pay her way into an elite private school, she's determined to hate everything about it-especially the strict calculus teacher who seems hell-bent on pushing her limits. Lexie's sharp wit and cold exterior are her only defenses in a world that's constantly telling her she's not enough. Enter Emma Miller, the no-nonsense teacher with piercing eyes and an unwavering sense of discipline. Emma sees through Lexie's walls, recognizing the brilliance buried beneath the sarcasm and self-doubt. But Emma has secrets of her own-ones she's carefully hidden behind the structured life she shares with her warm-hearted wife, Claire. When a chance encounter brings Lexie into Claire's orbit, the lines between personal and professional begin to blur. Lexie finds herself drawn to the unexpected warmth of Claire's kindness and the firm resolve of Emma's belief in her potential. What starts as a clash of wills becomes something far more complicated as Lexie navigates her tangled emotions and the uncharted waters of trust, acceptance, and belonging. In a story about second chances, unconventional bonds, and the courage to be vulnerable, Lexie must decide if she's ready to let go of the bitterness that's been her shield-and if she can handle the intensity of the connection forming between herself and the two women who might just change her life forever.

teacher x student | wlw | age gap Emily had to take a year off from school because of her mental health, and now she's 18 and ready to start fresh. She's always been a straight-A student and plans to keep it that way by focusing on her studies this year. But then she meets the new English teacher, who she realizes she's seen before, although this time she seems different, more strict. Will Emily be able to stay focused, or will she find herself falling for the charms of her strict teacher? • Slow burn • Teacher x student • Age gap (24 years) ~Highest rankings~ #1 in lgbt #1 in womensfiction #1 in teacherstudent #1 in englishteacher #1 wlwteacherxstudent #2 in teacherspet #2 in women #2 in girlxwoman #2 in lesbian #3 in gxg #4 in wlw

(TeacherxStudent)"I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't find you attractive." "But you said you only were with him because he begged you and if he can't woo you then I-" I couldn't hear this anymore. I looked at her and flat out said, "I'm going to fuck you too." She turned bright red, "I will sleep with you. My body has already chosen you Tyler, it's my mind that it's waiting on. You don't have to worry about not being good enough when I chose you." She was quietly blushing in the corner. And she stayed over there until it was time for class. |~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~| Danielle Love, 28, single and planning to be for the rest of her life. After many failed relationships Danielle has found herself at a stand still, thinking of Love as something unattainable. With a crazy ex watching her every move and her future becoming more lonely, she is in for a ride upon meeting her new student Tyler Allen, 23, broken and abandoned. Tyler has dreamt of falling in love her entire life but due to her lack of social skills, she has already given up. With the recent tragic passing of her parents, Tyler must move to the States and finish college while living with her aunt. Her life is completely flipped when she meets her new, young, hot, English professor.

GirlxGirl "What are you?" I whispered, my eyes still riveted on her form from where she stood a few feet away from me. Water dripped and rolled off of her skin and the plop, plop of each drop seemed ridiculously loud even over the roar of the sea. Her long lustrous white hair nearly reached her knees and waved slightly in the breeze. Her cerulean blue eyes had darkened to match the sea and a faint glow radiated from them. My eyes fought to stay connected to hers, it was so tempting to look down at her pearly skin that was so fully on display. The silver crown on her head dipped slightly as she lowered her head. "I am yours." Her siren's voice spoke, wrapping me in lyrics that I didn't know the language of but it didn't matter because my body knew the song. When I moved to the beautifully lethal seaside town of Long Beach, Washington, I never expected my whole world to be turned upside down. After a near-drowning three days into our move, my moms (yes I have two moms) are more than reluctant to let me out of their sight. But alas, as a redhead, I never could stay out of trouble for very long. Only the funny thing is, I never expected to be saved by a five hundred year old mermaid princess hell bent on claiming me as her mate. Nor did I expect everything about myself and my heratige to change. Yeah, I made that face too. RIP Kelsey.

I was too young to remember when the world finally fell. I grew up out here, living off the wilderness and content to survive the rest of my life in solace. Don't get me wrong, it was dangerous. It is dangerous for a woman to be alone out here. I never needed anyone. Until my little woodland paradise was torn down, and I was chased out of it, right into the arms of the three women I'd worked my hardest to avoid crossing paths with. The Savage Sisters. Aka: Sable Savage. Arielle Davenport. And Lucille Winter. Not related by blood, but bound by it all the same. Beautiful, terrible, and ferocious, they traversed the ruined cities like wriaths, cutting down all who oppose them. I knew I was a gonner the second I slammed into Sable's back, and ended up on my own half a second later. Yeah, buckle up, because this is fixing to be a wild ride. !! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROBABLY NOT SUITABLE FOR INDIVIDUALS UNDER THE AGE OF 16 !!