Stephanie Swanson is a spoiled, rich girl who always gets what she wants. Wanting to teach her responsibility, her parents send her away to live in Virginia for her senior year of high school. At first glance, Stephanie finds the family to be nice... well, everyone except their eldest daughter. Marsden Hartley is more humble and driven than most of her classmates. Upon meeting Stephanie, she is annoyed by her rich girl attitude and is not afraid to dish it back to her. Will the two girls learn to get along with each other or will they claw each other's eyes out before the school year even begins? - "Wow! Jealous much?!" I scoff. "Believe me, I'm the furthest thing from jealous, Steph." She mocks. "You're right-You're also a delusional psychopath, Mars." Her glare hardens, "Get in the fucking car, Stephanie." She finally moves away from my body. As the brunette moves away from me, so does the warmth that she provided me with. "After the borderline psychotic shit that you just pulled?!" I erupt. "No thanks, I value my life." "Now, Stephanie!" She yells, gaining the attention of some of the lingering school staff.

After a summer that changed everything, Lark and Sophie find themselves on opposite sides of a fragile friendship. Torn between loyalty to her boyfriend Liam and the undeniable spark with his sister, Sophie is drowning in secrets.

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞." "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭." A 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬 story. Two bestfriends, 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 and 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨. They had been friends since middle school, it's always been that way. Though one has feelings she couldn't admit to loud and the other does anything in her power to push them down. When those feelings start coming to light, who's to say if their friendship was just platonic or what happens when the friendship starts to fade and become something more deeper? Scarlett's & Vanessa's Pov.

Cassandra "Cassie" Langford thrives on perfection-top grades, student body president, and the professor's favorite. Her biggest obstacle? Blake Foster. Carefree, infuriatingly charming, and just as smart without even trying. Forced to collaborate on a high-stakes project, their rivalry explodes. A heated debate turns disastrous, their work is ruined, and Cassie storms off. But Blake stays-finishing everything alone. Watching Blake succeed without her, Cassie feels something shift. Maybe Blake isn't just her biggest annoyance. Maybe she's something more. Enemies. Rivals. Dorm neighbors. And, against all odds... something more.

"You're a headfuck, a complete headfuck." Red's back is turned as she breathes before heavy raindrops meet her face. "Where is this coming from?" Layla asks out of confusion as she attempts to pull Red by the wrist when Red pulls away quickly. "Don't- don't touch me." Red's voice comes out as a low raspy tone as she towers over Layla, brown meeting green. "Why?" Layla asks, gulping. "Because if you touch me, i'm scared i won't be able to hold back." Red hesitantly speaks as raindrops slide off her face and fall onto Layla's. "Then let me." _____ Reagan Levine and Layla Elsher are high school students in Northern England. The pair grew up with a large dislike for one another's existence purely out of spite. Reagan, also known as Red, grew up with only a father in an abusive home, having no mother or siblings makes her fend for herself in other ways.. ways you wouldn't call legal for a student. Red has despised Layla for the entirety of her being due to the sheer fact she has everything she wants, and maybe even more than that.. Layla Elsher has hated Red because she sees her as nothing but a bully. Not knowing why Red has turned out the way she is leads everyone to make their own perceptions of her intimidating manners when operating around others. Layla is popular and known to any man kind, the boys drool all over her and she loves it. It's the final year of high school for both of these girls, they're enemies since they could remember, but wait and see as Revulsion becomes Lustful throughout their last year of school..

Anneline Barker, happily married to Cameron Barker and living her day-to-day life with smiles and a positive attitude. She loves her job and loves being around her co-workers. Living life to the fullest and always seeing the best in things, what more could she ask for? On a company outting with a few of her co-workers, Anneline had a bit to much to drink and stumbles against a women on her way home. ********** "Are you alright?" The women asks. "Y-yes, " I look up and meet beautiful chestnut brown eyes, filled with concern. I glance down and see a beauty mark underneath her left eye. Slowly, reaching out I traced my thumb underneath her eye in a daze. "How pretty". I mumbled to myself. ********

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐅𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 only searched for one thing in life. Money. It was something that we all craved. However, Aria didn't want it for greedy reasons. She simply needed it in order to live comfortably. The way Aria acquired her income was draining- yet worth it. One of her jobs were deemed natural while the other was labeled as unnatural or inappropriate to some. Aria didn't give a shit what those "some" thought. She knew what was necessary for her future. However, the redhead becomes a little too money hungry and finds herself in a rather. . . steamy situation. Aria Fabienne encounters 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 and my god is their relationship a tough one. They may not be the perfect pair but by all means are they the most desirable.

"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.

One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.

No one hated each other as much as Tyler Murphy and Hazel Parker, every glance a slow, venomous burn. Yet beneath the surface, something deeper pulled them in, something they consumed in bitter, silent doses. It wasn't the hatred that destroyed them-it was the poison they couldn't stop sipping. The poison of love.