A young woman, Willow, is struggling to make ends meet and finds herself back on the corners of New York. She, her luck and maybe even good karma, finds relief in the safety of a rich heiress, Jun, who is immediately fond of her from a previous encounter. Jun gives Willow everything she thinks she could ever want and more but like they say, 'even money can't buy happiness'. Clear differences in social life and personal lives enter themselves and cause shifts in their potential relationship. ~OhShesGay

"At the point where most people can't think straight let alone remember their own names out of their drunken stupor..." "How come she can still clearly call out her name?" Why can't it be me? Why not me? "Every single time and without even meaning to..." "This woman..." "How can she still manage to be cruel in the state she is in?" How pathetic! "Even at times like this..." Why can't I? "I could not let her go." © All rights reserved

Ash is autistic and OCD. She has zero friends, and her wife just divorced her. Not only that, she also takes everything Ash owns except her apartment. Ouch! River, on the other hand, is impulsive, a bit cocky and she talks with her fists....literally. Life is about fun, alcohol and sex for her. What happens when Ash needs a roommate to help pay her debts while River is in need of a place to stay?? Well, opposites attract, so they fall in love and run off into the sun set. Kidding! It's never that easy...

Willow Cherrydale is the perfect definition of walking sunshine. Energetic, funny, always ready with quick joke. An ambitious girl with big dreams of an architecture carrier. Now in the final chapter of her academic studies at Columbia University in New York. Her current focus: Interior Architecture. Until the day she walks into the wrong classroom - or unfortunately, the right one. Professor Ashcroft's classroom isn't just a room. It's better known as a battlefield. Clinical, cold and infamous across campus, she's know as "The Devil in Disguise" or "the Ginger Executioner." In her course, you don't just have to master the material - you have to survive her judgment. Will Willow be able to break through the walls Ashcroft has built? Or will she become just another student crushed by the weight of that relentless judgment? [wlw] [slowburn] [professorxstudent]

A TungpangJessie Fanfiction. Jessie Meyers is the most determined omega at Princeton Media Group, working hard to prove she can succeed without relying on an alpha. Unfortunately, her new boss is Tungpang Princeton, the company's dangerously charming alpha director, has absolutely no sense of professional boundaries. As rumors explode and rival coworkers try to tear them apart, Jessie must decide if trusting an alpha with her heart-and her career-is worth the risk. Genre: Sapphic Romance Comedy • Omegaverse • Workplace Romance • Drama • Office Comedy • Emotional Romance

Elowyn Gray likes her world quiet, predictable, and safe. As an autistic young woman who builds her life around routine, she's never expected-or wanted-anything to change. But when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO Ms. Monroe sends a flicker through her carefully guarded calm, Elowyn finds herself crossing paths with the woman again and again. Warmth becomes confusion. Distance becomes awareness. And every accidental brush of hands sends an unfamiliar thrill through her, making her unsure if she should explore it a little further... or run away completely.

~ Prequel to Belong ~ Rebecca Daniels is a shy, mute herbalist who lives on the edge of a hostile village. Donna Beneviento hides behind her veil, scarred by the Cadou and afraid to let anyone see her true face. Both have spent their lives alone. When their paths cross, something gentle begins to grow. Rebecca sees beauty in Donna. Donna offers Rebecca a sense of safety she has never known. Their bond forms in quiet moments and careful trust. As Donna begins to recognise Rebecca as her soul mate, powerful instincts rise within her for the first time. They are possessive, protective, loving and intense, and they force Donna to confront feelings she never expected to have. ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

From the corner of my eye I can see her guards running into the room. With all my strength I pinned her against the wall and quickly reached for the gun around her waist and point it at her ready to shoot. "What are you going to do, love? Shoot me?" "Don't call me that." She ignores me and raises her hand and flicks the safety of the gun off, which I had forgot about. "I thought you knew how to use a gun, princess." ~The Bumping Accident ~For You, Anything {Sequel} ~War Of Hearts {Trilogy} ~Her Heart {Quadrilogy} ~Embers Of Hope {Pentalogy} Cover by @_navyblueee_

She was a simple commoner who was looked down upon for being a halfblood. They were the queens of her kingdom, cruel, sadistic, bloodthirsty, savage, and feared by all. They could make even the gods themselves tremble in their presence. And she will have to work for them as their maid. It is well known that the maids in the castle don't survive long. One mistake could cost Astra her head, even the tiniest one. And being in the same room with even one of the Queen, will that risk rises rather dramatically. Luckily, Astra isn't a normal girl which draws the attention of the demon queens who become rather interested in her. Very interested.

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...