Her ass hit the front of her desk and there was nowhere else for her to go. I didn't give it a second thought before plastering my lips onto her own. The kiss held fire, and I made sure to give it all I had. I trailed my right hand ever so slightly down her torso, getting closer and closer to the top of the black dress pants she had on today. I hooked a finger in the waistband of her pants before ceasing my movements and moving my mouth beside her ear. "Don't be a tease," I breathed, then walked out the door leaving her dishevelled and horny. Karma's a bitch. R-Rated. Beware, Highly Gay. Trigger Warning- may include scenes relating to rape, death, suicide, self-harm, masturbation, and sex.

Before the rivalries. Before the medals. Before the ghosts. There was Irina Ivanova and Isabelle Rossi. It begins in 1989, in a town where winter lingers and silence says more than words ever could. Irina Ivanova is the new girl. Quiet. Observant. Always arriving, never staying long enough to feel settled. She's spent her life moving between places, learning how to stay small, how to disappear when the world feels too loud. Isabelle Rossi is impossible to ignore. Popular. Reckless. Untouchable in the way only certain people are. Everyone knows her name. Everyone thinks they know who she is. But no one sees her the way Irina does. No one expects Isabelle to notice the new girl. But she does. And once she does, Irina is pulled into a world she never imagined for herself. What begins as friendship turns into something deeper. First love. First tears. A private universe made of windy drives, hair flying through open windows, cigarettes shared between laughs, rooftops, and summers that feel like they last longer than winter ever does. Songs Isabelle only ever sings for Irina. Things she never lets the world hear. They become each other's firsts. And in many ways, each other's center. Above Zero is a story about love before everything collapsed. About remembering a time before grief shaped generations. About how one connection can echo through years, through daughters, through legacies, long after it's gone. Because some loves don't disappear. They simply become the reason everything else exists.

When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

Ariel was broken long before the world noticed. By her mother. By the people who watched and did nothing. By a life that made her believe she was better off gone. But when Ariel reaches the end, the end refuses her. She wakes in a fantasy realm that mirrors her own-where harpies fly, elves whisper of prophecy, and fate is not a suggestion, but a rule. There, Ariel discovers her intent alone can erase beings from existence. An ancient Entity intervenes. A forgotten father's sins resurface. And familiar faces appear where they shouldn't exist. Ariel wasn't spared. She was claimed. Author: It's a peak, and complex story, just give it a try :)

Two girls. One cheating boyfriend. What starts as revenge turns into something deeper, and neither of them saw it coming.

They thought they were untouchable, protected by a lie sworn in secrecy. But lies turn to ash. On Halloween night, their buried truth comes back to life when Lacey Greene is found dead at Willow Creek. What was once a vow of silence becomes a death sentence. Now, the remaining four receive a single instruction: Return to the place where your pack and vow were born. Forced to uncover the source of this madness, Nia Carter must follow each clue given by this mysterious murderer before her own time runs out.

Chicago in the 1970s Gloria Brooks is an accountant-and a seasoned middlewoman-quietly navigating, patching, and concealing the criminal operations run by the Vitale brothers. Ronald, the older brother, is a smiling serpent in the world of finance; Edward, the younger, a live wire born of the streets. Gloria is the thread that holds their empire together. But when a newly appointed detective, Beatrice Mason, arrives to investigate the company's pristine facade, Gloria is ordered to get close, to test her. What begins as an assignment slowly unravels into something far more dangerous: doubt. And in the quiet corners of the office, Laura-the earnest young woman who always watches Gloria with silent admiration-harbors a feeling she can no longer hide.

Lila Rowan is used to being controlled-by her strict parents, her school's demands, everyone who thinks they know what's best for her. But she's never wanted any of it. Not until a mysterious curator starts leaving shadows of attention in her path an email, a glance from across a crowded room, a feeling that she's being watched. Vivienne Carillo is older, breathtaking, and dangerously obsessed with the girl who doesn't even know she's being hunted. Vivienne has ruined girls before, always younger, always fragile. But Lila is different. Lila is art. When they finally meet, their connection is instant and explosive pulling Lila into a world of seduction, jealousy, and dominance. Lila should run. Vivienne should let go. Neither of them does. In a love story where obsession tastes like devotion and desire feels like destruction, Lila must choose: escape the woman who could break her or surrender to the darkness she's been waiting for her whole life.

We had a connection, me and the most unpopular teacher at school. And the one thing I should never have said to my teacher? "I don't want to lose you, Mr. Valencia." Robert's hands slid to my face, his gaze burning into mine. "Then kiss me."