𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 is used to being underestimated. With wealthy parents and a past reputation for partying, most people assume she's dancing through law school with her family's name. That's not who she is... well at least not anymore. And if proving herself means surviving Professor Laurent's brutal classes, then she'll do it. Hungover or not. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 has no patience for reckless students. Those who think they can skate through life on a last name alone. Every effort Zara makes cracks through the professor's carefully maintained distance, leaving Genevieve both captivated and terrified of how much she wants what she shouldn't. Disdain twists into fascination, and fascination becomes a dangerous obsession. This is Moral Misconduct.

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.

Olive Martin had always been a hurricane in a world too small for her. A girl with a million shattered pieces of herself scattered at every corner of her existence. You could see it in her eyes, cold pools that swallowed everything until a dark cold bitterness was all that existed. Nikole Darcelle was a woman who knew power, she had conquered every empire. Yet love? That was the only luxury she couldn't afford, not when the whole world bent to her will with every whispered command. Her insatiable need for control would lead her into a collision course with a small force more volatile than anything she'd ever encountered. Both were disasters in their own, but together? They would either destroy each-other or ignite something much darker than either anticipated.

Ivy Williams didn't come to Heartfelt University for drama. She came to pass her classes, chain-smoke her way through the stress, and stay out of trouble. Then she met Professor Sinclair. Cold, condescending, and infuriatingly attractive, Sinclair seems to have made it her mission to ruin Ivy's life one lecture at a time. But Ivy gives as good as she gets-and the more they clash, the more the tension starts to twist into something else. Something neither of them is ready for but both of them want far too badly. Sharp words turn into slow glances. Power plays turn personal. And soon, the only thing more dangerous than their rivalry... is what might happen if it stops. [wlw]

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 ]

Lilith Hawthrone 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's mastered control in every aspect of her life, her sharp mind cutting through complexity to build an empire. Beneath the polished exterior, however, is a woman who loves obsessively but is careful with her love, not wanting to waste it on the wrong person. She's learned to guard her heart, waiting for someone worthy of the intensity she's capable of. Where Lilith is all feelings and chaos, Valentina is order, control, and calculated precision. They come from different worlds, with different rhythms, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

Leah Bennet is eighteen, sharp-tongued, and impossible to intimidate. Tess Monroe is thirty-seven, composed, sarcastic, and way too good at pushing Leah's buttons. Their bickering is a running joke. Their glares could start fires. They're polar opposites, and everyone knows it. But one night-one heated moment one reckless dare - Leah and Tess kiss. Just to prove a point, they say. That's where it should've ended. Instead, it's where everything begins. Because now, every stare lingers. Every touch feels electric. And neither of them can deny it - their hatred might've just been attraction in disguise. Enemies to lovers. Age gap. Off-limits tension. When lines blur, intentions get messy. And some dares change everything.

❝𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆.❞ __________________ Esmeralda doesn't just steal your freedom - she takes your breath, your mind...𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. Ashleen knows she should hate her. But what's the fun in that?

A failed experiment set in the outskirts of Seoul leads to a state-wide collapse. Twenty four girls seeking different objectives band together to fulfill their life plans, all whilst trying to avoid the deadly bite. or a triples zombie apoc au ‼️rated mature for graphic depictions of violence, major character death, mentions self-harm and suicidal ideation a/n: ME AND SULLINATOR ON AO3 ARE THE SAME PERSON

Valencia Haynes is a high-powered defence attorney with a reputation of a fiery attitude and an unshakable need to succeed. She built her reputation on strategy and cold calculations-until Novalie Lavonne, ruthless mafia boss steps into her world. When a dangerous entanglement forces these two woman into an unlikely alliance, one simple favour turns into a complicated game of desire, power and danger. In a world where trust is fragile and loyalty is deadly, both woman find themselves blurring the lines between hate and lust. Walking a fine line between love and war creates nothing but toxicity.