Selene Parker is the one and only spider-woman. Her brother Peter Parker is spider-man and yes they fight everything together, but sometimes it's mostly her fighting things for Peter. Selene and Natasha aren't so close at first but begin to get closer and closer each day.

Harlow Nightingale is used to getting under people's skin-brilliant, reckless, and a little too mouthy for her own good. At twenty-one, she's studying psychology at Oxford, more interested in testing boundaries than respecting them. But when she crosses paths with Professor Ainsley Beaumont, everything changes. Dr. Beaumont is cold. Controlled. Dangerous. A woman who doesn't just teach the mind-she owns it. What starts as a disciplinary warning turns into something far more twisted. Harlow is curious. Ainsley is merciless. Every punishment is precise. Every word is calculated. And every time Harlow swears it's the last, she finds herself crawling back-hungry for the praise, the pain, the pull of being completely undone. Their connection is wrong. Toxic. Unforgivable. But Harlow's never felt more seen. Or more owned. And surrender never looked so sweet.

Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most visible success story: a fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation polished to perfection. From the outside, everything about her reads as control. However, beneath the structure, Soleil is volatile. Petty. Bratty. Childish. Defiant in ways that don't belong in the world she dominates, and far less interested in discipline than she is in breaking it. Her world works because people adjust around her. Until someone doesn't. When her father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to tolerate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply rooted in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through sanctuaries and society with quiet certainty, guided by devotion, restraint, and something far more rigid than faith. Willow does not bend. She observes. She corrects. She endures. And when she cannot control something, she destroys it. They do not understand each other. They do not want to. Because Soleil doesn't respect boundaries. And Willow doesn't forgive trespass. They were never meant to share a house. But in a city that thrives on performance, the difference between discipline and repression begins to blur...the line between temptation and control becomes dangerously easy to cross.

Serenth Lewis is a young woman in her final year of law school. She managed to land an internship at one of the most prestigious firms. Ambitious and confident, she does everything she can to keep her personal life from interfering with her future career as a lawyer. But beneath the strong image and confidence she projects, Serenth is caught in the grip of her father's manipulation and abuse. Liliane Larris is a cold woman who is the CEO of the law firm. She shows no emotion, neither in her face nor in her actions. She is used to keeping everything under control : her posture, her behavior, her secrets. That is, until Serenth walks into her life, shattering her carefully constructed world and awakening emotions she believed she no longer possessed. If there are spelling mistakes, Sorry. 🚬

~ don't forget to kiss me or else you'll have to miss me i guess i'm stuck forever by the glue ~ Started: February 18, 2026 Published: February 26, 2026 Finished:? Alysa Liu x femoc! {social media x real life}

Mainly Alysa Liu & Amber Glenn, but always open to more, Added Alysa to my new obsession, along with Amber, so decided to just make a new book to add these to,

ℬook 𝒪ne . . . We Find It Hard To Work Out Why We Have All This Doubt ⋆˚࿔ ─── 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥, beabadoobee. ꒰ ⛸️ ꒱ Alysa Liu Fanfic. (2026)

She spilled coffee on a stranger. She didn't know she was falling into her orbit. Ivy Moore is twenty-two, restless, and quietly unraveling beneath the weight of expectations she never chose. The daughter of a respected doctor, she has everything she needs-on paper. But between university lectures and long shifts at a campus café she doesn't need but insists on keeping, Ivy feels adrift. Until one wrong step lands her in the path of Celeste Deloera. Elegant. Untouchable. Dangerous in stillness. Celeste is not just Ivy's literature professor-she's also the editor-in-chief of the world's most exclusive fashion and culture magazine. Cold and precise, Celeste rules every room she enters. So when Ivy unknowingly applies for a job as her personal assistant, she finds herself pulled into Celeste's tightly controlled world of power, beauty, and brutal expectations. But working beside Celeste is nothing like Ivy imagined. It's long nights, sharp silences, stolen glances, and unspoken rules. And the longer Ivy stays, the more the lines blur-between obedience and desire, between curiosity and obsession, between what's allowed and what's already begun. Now, Ivy lives in two realities: one where she's the quiet student at the back of the classroom... and another where she walks two steps behind Celeste through velvet-curtained galas and midnight boardrooms. Close enough to feel her. Never close enough to know her. What begins as admiration becomes fascination. Fascination becomes obsession. And obsession, Ivy learns, always has a cost. In a world ruled by secrets, silence, and stares held a second too long, love is not gentle. It stares you down. And dares you to follow.

I got a bad idea. How 'bout we take a little bit of time away? I got a bad idea. Forget about it, forget about him. Forget about me. I got a bad idea. I'ma call you over here to numb the pain.

"Alright, jeez mom." "So you kiss your mom like you kiss me?" • • • • • This is the story of Ariana Grande and the worst friend zone ever. // started: July 2014 ended: August 2015//