Celeste closed the space between us, hand pressing against the tender spot she'd marked last night. I gasped. "That's mine," she whispered, fingers teasing possessively. "Every inch of your body... belongs to me." Her lips trailed my jaw, voice rough. "I want you trembling again. Want you to remember my name-every time someone even tries to look at you" Then her voice dropped, velvety and dark like smoke curling around my skin. "If I can't have you, no one can." ------------------------------------------------------- At twenty-six, Riley thought she knew what to expect from corporate life-long hours, endless revisions, and a boss who'd probably forget her name. She didn't expect Celeste Leclair. Sharp, stunning, and almost mythically untouchable, Celeste runs Leclair & Vale like a perfectly calibrated machine. She doesn't make small talk. She doesn't make mistakes. And she definitely doesn't do feelings. To Celeste, Riley is just another junior analyst. Until the day she isn't.

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.

As Mrs. Write's life disperses from it's normalisity, it further unravels as a part never shown comes at the addition of no ordinary woman. This is a story about finding actual true love. (not very good at descriptions this is the best i got) #8 in lesbianfiction 6/7/2022

Written in Taglish • Slow-burn troupe • BossxMaid

Medusa takes the job because it pays well and the requirements are simple. One house, two kids, one woman to answer to. Bianca is all three things she was warned about and none of the things she expected. Cold in a way that feels practiced, distant in a way that feels like a choice. She runs the house like she runs everything else, on her own terms, with no room for anything she didn't ask for. But what happens when the person who has never let herself be wanted becomes the only one you can't stop wanting? And what happens when the girl who was never supposed to matter starts feeling like the only thing that does? There's no good ending to those questions. There's only what happens next.

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 ]

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.

Jennie Kim, the fiery CEO of Kim Corporation and the youngest Kim heiress, is known for driving away every secretary assigned to her. But everything changes when her father personally hires a new assistant: Lalisa Manoban Lisa is mysterious, strikingly handsome, and composed, a stark contrast to Jennie's explosive personality. Intrigued and unexpectedly attached, Jennie can't shake the feeling that Lisa is somehow familiar. Haunted by dreams of a faceless woman she once loved before losing her memory, Jennie is torn between the past she can't remember and the present she's falling into. What Jennie doesn't know is that Lisa was her past - the lover she forgot. Now, Lisa's back, not just to assist her... but to help Jennie find her way back to love. Will Jennie remember the love they once shared? Or will her heart choose anew, not knowing it's falling for the same woman all over again? PUBLISHED: JANUARY 28, 2024 FINISHED: APRIL 30, 2025

At the glass-walled pinnacle of Kim Enterprises, Jennie Kim rules with an iron grip and a heart made of ice. To the world, Lisa Manoban is merely her highly efficient executive assistant-a shadow meant to manage her schedule and anticipate her every whim. Jennie tells herself that her irritation when Lisa is late, or her fixation on Lisa's every movement, is simply a demand for corporate perfection. But the mask of professionalism shatters the moment Jennie spots Lisa in the lobby, laughing effortlessly with a young intern. The sight of someone else commanding Lisa's attention triggers a territorial hunger Jennie wasn't prepared to face. It's no longer about the schedule or the files; it's about the fact that Lisa belongs in her office, under her gaze, and within her reach. Suddenly, the cold CEO is making up excuses for mandatory overtime and inventing strictly confidential meetings-anything to pull Lisa away from the world and lock her back inside the golden cage of Jennie's private suite. Jennie might still deny her feelings, but her actions say what her pride won't: Lisa isn't just an employee; she's an obsession Jennie has no intention of sharing.