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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

******* mikha x Allyson This is GIRLS LOVE story gxg "My heart stopped searching for anything else the moment I found you." - Allyson

"Sabihin mo nga sa akin, ikaw ba yon?" "O-oo b-bakit?"

A Foreign- returned CEO with mysterious connection and powerful family. An undercover agent determined to expose her and put her behind bars. How will they survive in their tangled and unavoidable fate?

Charlotte Purkens (AKA B.L.O.O.M) Is a famous singer. Though her looks are admired, and envied, she had never fallen in love with a man or a woman before. That is.. Until she met Casey.

Have you ever hated someone in your life? I know hate is a strong word but i couldn't see myself not hating Alicia Sinclair! she's the spawn of the devil and she keeps on making my life a living hell, bullying me since i was on 5th grade. Now im happy that this will be the last year that im going to ever encounter her. Leaving highschool will be the happiest day of my life but what if out of the blue she grabbed your hand into the janitors closet and kissed you like there's no tomorrow and whispered into your ear that she loves you. what will you do? would you believed her? Or is this one of her tricks you'll never know whats inside of those head of hers. this is a girl to girl story. hi! i always wanted to make a story of love and hate romance and a girl to girl. i hope you guys would love it coz i enjoyed writing it. the places and people are purely fictional and not real.

20 years ago Hermione Granger disappeared off the face of the Earth. What happens when she gets invited to a Hogwarts reunion and comes back married and with a whole ensemble of kids? ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Just another Hogwarts reunion ..........................With a twist.

🌸CURRENTLY UNDER EDITS🌸 Two professors. One university. One rivalry that has the entire campus buzzing. Professor Lilian Rose is calm, precise, brilliant, and practically untouchable. Professor Daisy Oliver is sharp, relentless, and impossible to outsmart. They argue over everything. Who is better. Who is right. Who gets the last word. But beneath every sarcastic remark and heated debate lies a tension neither of them wants to acknowledge. Lingering glances. Arguments that suddenly feel far too personal. Their academic rivalry is turning into something neither woman knows how to control. Because sometimes the person who irritates you the most is also the one who understands you best. Brains collide. Pride refuses to surrender. And the war between Lilian Rose and Daisy Oliver is only beginning.

Love made them untouchable or so the world believed. One ruled the shadows with blood-stained hands and an unbreakable will. The other ruled her with a smile, a soft voice, and a heart too generous for a cruel world. They built a life so gentle it felt like defiance. A love so visible it felt like a challenge. And somewhere in the dark, a woman who had already lost her legs decided love was the sharpest place to strike. This is not a story about power. It's a story about what happens when power kneels for love, and love bleeds first.

ᴏ-ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ɢɪʀʟ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏᴅ. ---------- "Nice to see you, Moonshadow." "I will kick your ass into tomorrow if you don't explain ghosting me for eight years in the next twenty seconds, Barton." ---------- A Kate Bishop x OC Story --------- COMPLETED: 6th January 2022 STARTED: 9th December 2021 --------- Disclaimer: All Marvel characters belong to Marvel, as well as the Hawkeye plot. I only own Ophelia and other OCs, plus the unfamiliar plotlines. UNDER EDITING ------ Book 1 of the 'Ophelia' Series

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 🌸 Cora Addams is 21, hopelessly in love, and completely, utterly ignored. Well not ignored. Rejected. Repeatedly. Creatively. She's tried everything. Handwritten letters slipped under office doors. Flowers left on desks with no name attached (okay, one time she signed it). She's memorized the professor's coffee order, her office hours, the exact way she says "Ms. Addams" like it's a warning and an apology at the same time. Because Ashley Walker : 28, brilliant, infuriatingly composed Biology professor keeps saying no. I don't like you that way, Cora. This can't happen. Please stop. So Cora stops. All of it. The letters, the flowers, the soft "good morning, Professor" in the hallway. She pulls back completely and that's when Ashley realizes the truth she's been running from since the first letter landed on her desk, She never stopped wanting her. She was just terrified of what wanting her would cost. A career. A reputation. Maybe everything. Now Ashley has to figure out how to undo months of pushing away the one person she couldn't stop thinking about before Cora decides she's done waiting for a woman who'll never choose her back. Some love stories start with yes. This one starts with every kind of no. gxg | slow burn | age gap | forbidden student-professor tension | professor x student

5:30 AM. Breakfast. Lunch packed. Laundry. Dishes. Designs for women who get to leave the house. Dinner by six. Every. Single. Day. Liora Bennett used to be a name in fashion. Now she's a routine, one her wife built for her, brick by brick, disguised as love. Victoria Hale doesn't hit her. Victoria just needs to know where she is. Who's looking at her. Why she'd ever want to leave a house this beautiful, a life this provided for. Liora tells herself it's fine. She defends her wife even when no one's asking her to. Even after the night she almost lost their baby alone bleeding, terrified, driving herself to the hospital while Victoria slept two doors down and didn't wake up. She's still telling herself it's fine. Until Victoria's boss sees her across a crowded mall. Valentina Ashcroft doesn't smile. Doesn't laugh. Runs half the city and buries the other half when they get in her way. Nobody's ever seen her soften for anything. Until now. Liora built her whole life around staying small enough not to be noticed. She's about to find out what happens when the most dangerous woman in the city notices her anyway. Some cages are made of silk. They're still cages.

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.

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.

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)