In the shadowy corridors of St. Katherine's Boarding School, Raven is determined to start fresh after a devastating loss that has left her emotionally scarred. As she struggles to cope with her grief and fight off the grip of crippling depression, she unexpectedly finds herself drawn to the intriguing and alluring Miss Bradley... a passionate teacher whose enigmatic nature captures Raven's attention and stirs forbidden feelings within her. Amidst the pressure to excel and the weight of her sorrow, Raven navigates the complexities of her new life, where the thrill of attraction intertwines with the grief that haunts her. With each stolen glance and charged interaction, the bond between student and teacher deepens, forcing Raven to confront her past while daring to dream of a future filled with possibility. But can she trust her heart amid the chaos? As secrets emerge and emotions intertwine, Raven must decide whether to risk everything for a love that society deems unacceptable. Will she find the courage to embrace her feelings for Miss Bradley, or will her past continue to hold her captive? **Note:** This heartfelt narrative is crafted by the talented original author @hedgehogwithanxiety, who has moved on from Wattpad. This description serves as a tribute to all the devoted fans of St. Katherine's who continue to cherish this beautiful story.

Lilith Hawthorne is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She works hard to build her career and keep things running smoothly. At the same time, she loves deeply but carefully, making sure her feelings go to the right person. She has learned to protect her heart and waits for someone who matches the way she feels. Where Lilith is full of feelings and unpredictability, Valentina has her life sorted out. They come from different worlds and have different ways of living, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

Lily Stevens, 18 and ready to return to her senior year. After missing some time due to an 'accident' , she's nervous to see how her final year unfolds. With her best friend Jake by her side, she feels invincible...until they realise their schedules are drastically different this year...and Lily has the most feared teacher. Matilda Grant. A cold, calculated biology teacher, with a glare sharp enough to pierce any hopes and dreams. She commands respect and utter devotion from her class, or else don't show up. What will happen when the two worlds suddenly collide. A tale of fear, secrets and a burning love. ▪️▪️▪️ "Who can tell me why cells differentiate?" No one answers. Her gaze sweeps the rows again, more predator than teacher and I swear the temperature drops a degree when her eyes land on me. A pause. "Lily." Of course. My name coming from her lips causes a riptide of anxiety to take over. I freeze. I just read this in the chapter summary yet the words blur in my mind. "It's-um-" I start, then stop. Her expression doesn't change, but somehow that's worse than disappointment. It's an expectation. Like she's handing me a scientific dagger, daring me to strike her with it. I try to take a breath. I seemingly fail, my chest feels like it's caving in on itself. "So they can perform different functions? Even though they all have the same DNA?" There's a moment. She doesn't nod. "Acceptable." ▪️▪️▪️ ⚠️⚠️⚠️ This book does contain mentions of Domestic abuse, Trauma, mental health problems and Violence. Please read at your own discretion. All characters are 18+ This is an age gap WLW story - 18 & 34 (16yr gap) *Spicy chapters are labelled like this*

When a girl gets a complete makeover, the hot guy is supposed to start liking her. Not Forrest Stephens. He merely gave me a once-over, said "nice outfit", and walked right past me. Maybe being his friend was the problem. But now that other guys started noticing me, he's gotten protective-demanding I don't date them without his permission, and touching me in ways that makes everyone think I'm off-limits. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · "Spencer," his caress over my name brought the smallest blush, the events of last night flashing through my mind like a movie. His knuckles brushed my cheek. Angling his head, he studied me, eyes narrowing in a way that was uncomfortably critical. "You're blushing," he noted. He was so close I caught a whiff of his wintergreen gum. In that moment I wanted to disappear. "I'm not," I denied. "You are," he countered, leaning in. "Your cheeks are pink. You're not into me-are you?" 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 #1 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛

The seduction dripped off of her tongue, just like I desired to be, her low voice entrancing me with the dangerously sadistic melodies of a siren song, with the most terribly sinful lyrics. "I could kill you right now, Angel." She inched closer towards me, "right here," her eyes raking over my body, sizing me up, slowly. The lustful grey in them soon lifted back up, intimidating mine. Her harsh words screamed murderous intent, but the look in her eyes whispered a different kind of sin. I couldn't tell whether my breath hitched at her cruel threat, or the yearning pulse between my... She interrupted my stream of consciousness, poisoning it with every still second, keeping her gaze on mine with her depraved hand that reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── She killed him. Everyone knows it. Why'd she do it? No one knows. All that matters is that they can't prove it. And even if they could, they wouldn't dare to do, or say anything about it. She was dangerous, merciless and heartless. And now, she's boss. There's only so many people who kill their way to the top, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡. I guess there are just a few certain things people would 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 for... whether it's power, seduction, or 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one to confront her about her calloused ways of replacing the previous mafia boss after his mysterious death. Unfortunately for Angeline, resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. And resisting falling inlove may be even harder, especially with someone who she wasn't sure was even capable of such a feeling... Hopefully 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 angel doesn't fall and break her wings. 𝑂𝑢𝑐ℎ． ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ #1 in lesbian (October 2025)

Grace Winslow and Professor Catherine Harrow don't know each other. Not yet. Grace is a guarded freshman trying to outrun her mother's legacy. Catherine is a sharp, cold psychology professor who teaches a course called Psychology of Human Intimacy. After their first class, something shifts. Something quiet. Something dangerous. When a family connection is unexpectedly revealed-through a woman they've both learned to love and resent-boundaries begin to blur. What begins in silence becomes obsession. Attachment Theory is a sapphic, slow-burn academic romance about intimacy, power, longing, and everything we pretend not to feel.

𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 does not believe in second chances. Not with people. Not with love. Not even with herself. Since her husband's death, she has drowned her feelings in wine and work. Same drink, same restaurant, same routine. Until one day she notices a younger woman and hires her on a whim, telling herself it is nothing more than company. 𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 does not have time to fall for someone. She is too busy holding down her job, keeping her sick mother afloat, and trying to hold on to her new girlfriend who makes life seem worth it. When she is offered the chance to become a private chef for double the pay, she takes it, telling herself it is just work. Just friendship. Nothing more. It is about how some things leave, yes. But some things stay, even when you're sure they shouldn't. top rankings - #1 in femmes. #1 in olderwoman. #2 in gxg. #3 in wlw.

Kelly Vega just wants to survive senior year, but her new chemistry teacher, Elena Bennett, makes that difficult. Strict, composed, and oddly familiar, Elena is everything Kelly shouldn't be drawn to-but she can't help it. As Kelly pushes boundaries and Elena struggles to keep her distance, an undeniable tension builds between them. Will Kelly stay focused on school, or will she find herself caught in a dangerous chemistry neither of them can ignore? *kinda enemies to lover *slow burn *age gap (8years)

Aurora Kensington has spent years trying to silence the voice in her head-the one that sounds too much like Briar Holloway. The girl who was once her best friend. The girl who came out to her. The girl she pushed away. Now eighteen, Aurora is desperate to prove she's everything she's supposed to be: a good daughter, a devoted Catholic, normal. But no matter how hard she prays, no matter how many rules she follows, she can't shake the feeling that something inside her is broken. And when she sees the lights on in the Holloway house for the first time in years, something deep in her chest stirs. She doesn't know Briar is back. Not until she turns around at a party and finds her standing there. Briar never planned to return to Chapelwood, but with her family drowning in debt and her grandmother's health failing, she had no choice. She tells herself she doesn't care about Aurora anymore-that she only came to this party because she thought it'd be funny. But the second their eyes meet, the past slams into her like a tremor. Old wounds. Old feelings. Ones that never truly faded. Because "love" (if you can call it that) like theirs doesn't disappear. It fractures. It festers. It trembles under the weight of everything unsaid. And if they're not careful, it might just swallow them whole. But none of it truly matters anyway. Not unless Aurora is willing to face the truth about herself. A story about love, sin, and the thin line between devotion and obsession.