Eight years ago, Renata Vitali disappeared without warning. No explanation, and certainly no goodbye. Amara said goodbye to her at boarding school like everything was fine and by the time she got home for winter break, Renata was just... gone. Her number? Dead. Her socials? Deleted. Like she'd never existed. Amara Morrison learned quickly not to get attached to anything that could leave. In turn, she built something else instead. Control, structure, and a career that leaves no room for loose ends. Now, she's one of the youngest rising attorneys at LA's most ruthless firm. And Renata? Renata operates in a different world entirely. The kind where power is quiet, influence is inherited, and nothing is ever as simple as it looks. They haven't spoken since they were seventeen. Until Renata walks into a Century City conference room, drops a multi-million dollar case on the table, and asks for Amara by name. Only Amara.

Veronika Koroleva Petrovna-Moscow's untouchable queen. The wealthiest, most powerful woman in Russia. A name that drips with arrogance, feared as much as it is revered. With a single glance, she ensnares. A presence so sharp it cuts. To her, people are nothing but pawns-disposable, forgettable, irrelevant. Trust is a currency too expensive to waste. Loneliness is not a curse; it is a necessity. No parents, no attachments, no weaknesses. Begging? Pleading? Nyet. That is beneath her. Luciana "La Reina" Monteserra-Madrid's deadliest shadow. A queen of ruin and carnage, cloaked in elegance. Cold. Calculating. Lacking even the pretense of empathy. She does not ask. She takes. What she touches, she owns. What she claims, she keeps. No one defies her. No one escapes her grasp. But Veronika? Veronika was the exception. The one thing she could never own.

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

"Kiss me" she whispered "I can't do that" "Why not" she asked, her brows furrowed as she looked at me. I could almost laugh at how cute she looked "Because, you're supposed to kiss me first" ---------------------------------------------- Characters are continued from Daughter of Lucifer, please read DOL before starting this because you'll be highly confused

Dulce Gavin, a 17 years old girl who doesn't like to watch TV accidentally met and helped a drop dead gorgeous teenager named Glace. They hit it off instantly, but soon lost contact. A week later, Glace turned up at Dulce's school and ended up as her seatmate. The catch? Glace is a Hollywood celebrity who is about to turn Dulce's normal life inside out. Follow these two girls as they discover love, friendship, and the value of family amidst popularity and high school life.

Mayson has a reputation. Despite the things people say she isn't what they think. But will her reputation keep her from the one person who actually sees her?

Thea had been Will's girlfriend for as long as she can remember. Running track and being with will have been the two constants in her life, but why does it feel as though Will and running both just aren't enough anymore?

I made my way through the hallway and saw Dakota standing next to the counter. I stopped midway and just took her in. She was in black skirt that just hugged every curve she had perfectly. Her candy apple red shirt clung to her body like another layer of skin, the front was low cut and revealed more of her breasts I had ever seen. She was wearing heels so she was taller, but she still wasn't as tall as I was. Her hair was straight and fell over her shoulder, some strands wondered over the front of her shirt. Part of me couldn't help but to be jealous that she wasn't dressing like that for me. I loved her. I wish I hadn't fallen in love with my roommate, or my teacher at that. But here I was, jealous as I watched her get ready for her date. Hopelessly and completely.. in love with Miss Avery..

𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗕𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥,𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴" 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 a straight girl slowly starts having feelings for the popular lesbian at her school 𝗢𝗥 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 Fin develops feelings for Arriah even though she thought that she was straight

Eighteen year old Rowan Harris has it all; the brains, the looks, the charm, and a coveted spot in the world's most exclusive film school. There's just one problem: Rowan's life might not be as perfect as she'd like you to think, and her glamorous new teacher is no stranger to secrets. With everything on the line, things are about to get a lot more complicated. - disclaimer: language, general moral ambiguity, mature themes, underage drinking, drug use/abuse, mentions of sexual assault and physical/psychological child abuse, etc. parts of this story are very dark, so read at your discretion! HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 studentxteacher #1 lesbian #1 gxg #1 lesbianromance #2 girlxgirl #2 in lesbianfiction