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.

Astrid Lucien Lysander, a brilliant doctor with a heart that burns too fiercely, has everything she thought she wanted - a career built on compassion and a boyfriend who loves her without condition. But when she crosses paths with Zammirah Veyraux, a powerful businesswoman who hides her loneliness behind elegance and control, desire sparks where it shouldn't. In a world where love can heal or destroy, Astrid must choose between the safe life she's built... and the dangerous pull of the woman who could unravel it all.

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

Pretty When She Listens Some girls chase dreams. Eleanor got chased by a fantasy. What happens when opportunity arrives... dressed in dominance, dripping with curiosity, and wrapped in possessiveness? Where Mommy and Daddy stop being innocent titles... and become commands whispered into trembling ears. Where small meets powerful- Where shy meets seductive- Where pretty little things in pink skirts and oversized tees get seen, stripped down, and reconstructed. Eleanor Grace Whitlock was invisible. A quiet 5'1" design student who stuttered when people said her name. But then they walked in-Céleste Romanov-Voss and Irina Voss-Romanov. One is a French goddess dipped in silk and sin. The other? A Russian storm in a tailored suit. Behind Eleanors glasses is a freak waiting to be bitten. Beneath their poise is a hunger thats waited too long. And between them all? A fire that says: From Hi, Mrs. and Mrs. to Yes, Mommy. Yes, Daddy. Shes not ready. They dont care. Anyone who looked at her or even breaths in their little girl's way they are dead

#1-Forbiddenromance - 22 April 2025 #1 Slowburn - 3 May 2025 #1- adultthemes - 21 May 2025 ___________________________________________ IEREEN LIVIENNE : I was supposed to marry his son. Not him. Leon Marcer-my professor, my future father-in-law, a man twice my age. He was cold, untouchable, and completely off-limits. Yet, from the moment I met him, I wanted him. Needed him. But desire turns to obsession, and before I know it, I'm tangled in a web of secrets and danger, and a man who refuses to let me go. Because Leon doesn't just take- He owns. ~○~~●~ LEON MARCER : She was never meant to be mine. Young. Forbidden. My student. My son's fiancée. I should have ignored her. Pretended she didn't exist. But from the moment I laid eyes on Iereen, I was a doomed man. She was too innocent for my world, too soft for my hands-yet every time she ran, she ran straight to me. She thinks I'm her escape. She doesn't know I'm the cage. ___________________________________________ 🔞🌶⚠️Highly mature content |18+ Contains mature themes: age-gap, forbidden romance, morally grey relationships, and explicit scenes 🔞(18+). All characters are consenting adults. Follows Wattpad's guidelines.

Mia McCarthy is the class clown - always making people laugh, but secretly harboring a crush on her best friend's twin sister, Charlotte Vanderhorn. Charlotte is everything Mia thinks she's not: confident, popular, and way out of her league. As Mia's senior year unfolds, balancing friendships, school, and her role in the student newspaper, she begins to question if her feelings for Charlotte might not be so one-sided after all

Two professors. One university. And a rivalry so intense it leaves the campus buzzing and them burning. "I hate that you make good points." "No, you hate that I make them before you." "You've been staring at me for five minutes." "No, I'm calculating how your brain managed to produce such arrogance." "Your handwriting is as chaotic as your reasoning." "And yet, somehow, both still win awards." Professor Lilian Rose is the golden standard. Calm, precise, impossibly brilliant. Her lectures soothe, her students excel. She commands respect without raising her voice. Professor Daisy Oliver? Sharp, unrelenting, lethal with a pen and a gaze. Her exams crush egos, her top scorers become legends, and she wears her reputation like a whip. But when they're alone... the rules dissolve. A library encounter. A mislaid paper. Fingers brushing over ink-stained notes. A flash of heat, of awareness, of want neither of them admits. Every snide remark, every playful jab, drips with tension thicker than any lecture hall. "I hate the way you make me think... and want." "You want it more than you admit." Glances linger. Hands almost touch. Every argument teeters between humiliation and something more intimate. A spark ignites, fierce and undeniable. Their rivalry is no longer about grades or prestige it's about control, surrender, and discovering just how far each is willing to push the other. Exams become excuses. Faculty meetings, battlefields of lust disguised as debate. And behind closed doors? They explore the friction, the heat, the unspoken fantasies that have haunted their every interaction. Brains, bodies, and boundaries collide. Pride fights desire, arrogance battles obsession, and when fire meets fire, only scorched skin and satisfied, secret smiles remain. The war of intellect has become a war of lust. And someone is going to win... or lose... entirely.

A kiss. Something simple and sometimes a one time thing. But never has it ever turned into an obsession. up until now. **** Camden POV I'm supposed to be invisible. Unnoticeable. A nobody. That plan is ruined now I guess. All because of a party. A stupid party. A party where I lost my first kiss to a goddess. A beautiful blonde. I tried to remember but my memory was still foggy. I looked at myself in the mirror trying to remember until it all came back to me. Holy shit. I kissed...I kissed Allison Damaris.

Grace has always been the responsible one. After losing her parents, responsibility was all she knew-taking care of her younger sister, keeping her head down, never letting herself slip. No parties, no distractions, and definitely no time for love. It never mattered anyway. Love was something that never seemed to belong to her. Until now. What started as a simple tango class, just a chance to learn something she'd always admired, changes everything the moment she meets her. The instructor. Beautiful, magnetic, impossible to look away from. But falling for her is dangerous. Because she's married. She's forbidden. And she's the mother of her sister's best friend. Grace promised herself she would never risk her heart. But on the dance floor, with every step and every stolen glance, she's beginning to wonder if some loves are worth breaking all the rules for.

Love Series #1 [GXG] Eris Maven Castello-Salvacion, she enrolled at the famous and prestigious universities in the country Luxford University. She chose to hide her family background from everyone because her family life is at risk. After her parents death their family tightened the security more outside the world, because years have passed and the mystery of her parents death is still unknown. No one knows how her parents died. Despite being a cold-hearted individual who displays emotionlessness in public, Professor Solasta Avery Montivera holds a highly esteemed position as one of the university's highest-paid professors. Regardless of good background and academic credentials. She still has a dark secret hiding from everyone. What happens if one of them ends up in the other's embrace? How will they handle the situation-will they persevere with their relationship or will they end up hurting each other when they realize the ramifications of their love? Read and find out.