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.

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

SLOWBURN • STUDENTXSTUDENT • WRITTEN IN TAGLISH #2. PSYCHE SERIES

Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel. #1 in older women- 4th May.

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

Healing takes time, especially when the wound is deep. Tapos na si Galia sa yugto ng kaniyang buhay kung saan wala ng Faith Gervacio na makakasira ulit sa kaniya. After nine years of separation, she didn't expect na babalik ulit ito. But she did. Pero para ano? All she thought was pure revenge. Pero bakit sa tuwing nakikita niya itong umiiyak, nasasaktan siya? Sa tuwing nakikita niya itong nasasaktan, umaayaw siya sa mga planong siya mismo ang bumuo. Is it because she still had feelings for her? O sadyang hindi lang siya ganong klase ng tao kagaya ng iniisip ng mga taong walang alam sa kung anong pinagdaanan niya? Kung anong klaseng nakaraan ang kaniyang kinabubuhayan na hindi na dapat. Maybe some wounds don't heal, they just learn how to stay quiet. At may mga nakaraan na kahit gaano mo piliting talikuran, ikaw pa rin ang hinahabol. Achievements #2 sapphic #3 girlslove #3 lgbt-themed Most Impressive Ranking 🥇#1 - wlw

Katana Gail Velasco had been an achiever since grade school. Her classmates and friends admired her for always being at the top of the class. She made sure to stay there, not just for herself, but to make her parents proud. Then came Jamie Larisha Escodero. A transfer student. Smart and confident. Suddenly, Katana wasn't the only one shining. And she hated it. She hated her. It felt like Jamie had stolen her spotlight, the one thing Katana had worked so hard to keep. But as time passed, her frustration toward Jamie only grew stronger. Every glance, every smirk, every little victory Jamie claimed sent Katana's blood boiling. What she didn't know was that, with every glare and every word of annoyance, Jamie's feelings for her only deepened. Because every time Katana got mad, Jamie didn't feel irritated- she felt something else entirely. Butterflies. "I-I think I'm in love with her..."

"So if I say, you should bark like a dog, what are you gonna do, Stella." "Spit on your face." I lashed out. "You barked. Loud. Let's see how loudly that voice barks." She shifted the tiny screen of my hair to look into my eyes. The sly expression on her face belies her extreme lack of character. And how long will these days, months, and years be? "Bark!" She commanded. "Ugh...eugh!" I grunted. I then exhaled. If I didn't bark, I would have failed my father. Do I want to disappoint my father and have him declare bankruptcy, leaving me unable to live that life? No. So, with a timid slide of the dog, I bark. "Woof," I lowered my gaze to her charcoal gentleman shoes-nothing about her screamed gentleman or lady. "Bark louder than that, Stella." "I fucking hate you!" I swore under my breath. "Woof, woof!" "Again. Bark like a proud dog!" "Woof, woof!" "Good. Now, stick your tongue out." ************** Stella life was going haywire-with her father casino and hotel business on the fall. He did what any, father not wanting to be plunged in the wallow of being poor-sold his daughter-Arranged her to marriage, is better way to explained it. Stella, a free spirited and sassy girl, life is about to dragged up like a zip, when she was paired with none other than the high class, wealthy and jerk of a billionaire Mateo Allard.

Sage Carlos is the new intern at the company of her dreams. She thrives to earn a place in the company to keep being a happy international bean in London. She didn't expect to meet her so-called twin flame at this moment and definitely NOT her stone-cold sexy boss. Danielle Osis is the director of the Operations Department. Her composed professional life has been going well for the past six years, however, this new intern has to come and stir up some foreign feelings in her, driving her mentally and physically crazy... 'When you meet the right person, you'd have the courage to dive in again.' Inspired by 'Why So Sexy, Miss Evans?', this is a story about growing, opening up, love, and secretive office dating. *It is all planned out, so I am expecting myself to deliver a complete and interesting story! Lesbian/GirlxGirl/BossxIntern