elena de luca - a calculus professor at nyu. quiet, cold, and impossible to read. liliana laclair - a nyu student trying to outrun herself. surrounded by city lights, empty nights, and things that never seem to fill the space inside her.

She clamps her hand over my mouth as her other hand rubs my clit in tantalizing circles, keeping me silent as footsteps echo outside the door. "Be a good girl and stay quiet, can you do that?" "Unless you want your friends seeing you like this, spread open on my lap-leaking all over my fingers." ____ Soleil Laurent worked day and night to get into Prix De Lausanne, a ballet competition that offers scholarships and possible partnerships with major dance companies. What happens when she has to perform a publicity stunt with hockey player, Selene Dalton, who looks at her with indifference. Will she act on the hidden desires that come up the more time they spend together, or veil it with hate?

Hidden amongst the media, flashing cameras and constant articles, Harley would soon meet someone that would change the trajectory of her life. April, the younger sister of Laurel Stevens, a famous and very successful snowboarder. But in a time of financial burden, April Stevens is roped into a contract with the CEO - unbeknownst to her. Snowboarding might be a hobby but if she wanted success training was required. Is there anyone brave enough to coach a woman who doesn't want to be there and who is too stubborn to see the issues that lie beneath the surface of the snow? As if being Robert's daughter wasn't scrutinising enough, she worked for him. The CEO's secret daughter, Harley Wilson, was thrown into the world of running a ski resort eight years ago. With the physical demands of working two jobs, there was the 2021 Rookie Snowboarding Tour soon approaching. Roberts' short temper and high demands left no room for error. She might play this role frequently but this year, added factors prove to be an issue, throwing her off balance. When Harley and April are coincidently bought together, their personalities clash drastically. Living different lives, the past and present draws upon their story. After a rocky year in 2021, will the woman work through their differences or remain hateful towards each other?

"I told you, Serena..." she whispered, her voice shaking. "This is dangerous. You don't know what you're doing." "I don't care." I replied, my voice barely audible, but it was the truth. "I don't care about anything but this. About you. I don't want to let you go." For a long moment, she just stood there, her eyes locked with mine. I could see the conflict in her gaze - the fear, the doubt, the undeniable pull between us that neither of us could ignore. Her breath hitched again, and she reached out, brushing her thumb along my cheek. Then, without saying another word, she turned and walked away. - - - Serena, an 18-year-old girl, has always lived a quiet life. Until the night she meets her. Mysterious and captivating, the stranger lingers at the edges of Serena's world, watching and waiting. As haunting events begin to unfold - whispers in the night, shadows moving where they shouldn't-Serena is drawn deeper into a dangerous mystery. The more Serena learns, the more she realizes that loving the vampire girl might come with dangerous consequences. - - - This story will contain: -violence (beating, killing,...) -detailed sexual content -harassment

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.

Some wounds never heal - not even with time. Amelia Mia Carter - a detective haunted by memories she'd rather bury. Hannah Olivia Price - a lawyer running from everything she's lost. Years later, an investigation brings them together again - forcing them to face the truth, and each other. Between them lie years of silence, unspoken words, and touches that never faded. And from the shadows, a voice begins to whisper again - one that was supposed to stay silent.

Sometimes, home isn't a place-it's a person. Amara Lune has built her life on movement-between jobs, between dreams, between people who never stay long enough to matter. At twenty, she knows how to survive. How to smile when she's exhausted. How to make everything look lighter than it feels. What she doesn't know... is how to let anyone see what's underneath. Isadora Laurent has spent years perfecting stillness. At forty-two, her world is controlled, structured, and carefully untouched by anything she cannot manage. Success came easily. Control came naturally. And love-love became something she learned to live without. When their worlds collide, it isn't dramatic. It isn't instant. It's quiet. A conversation that lingers a little too long. A presence that becomes difficult to ignore. A connection neither of them planned... and neither of them knows how to handle. Because Amara doesn't stay. And Isadora doesn't let people in. But somewhere between distance and closeness, between restraint and longing, something begins to shift. And for the first time in a long time- they both find themselves wondering what it might mean... to finally feel at home.

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

A single teen mom who has now finally meets real love by two dangerous women.

In the glittering heart of an elite city, eighteen-year-old Rose Calloway lives a pristine life under the sharp eye of her tycoon father and disconnected stepmother. But beneath the luxury lies, a quiet grief, her mother's death still echoing in her heart. When Rose transfers to a prestigious private school for her final year, she meets Vivian Garcia, the enigmatic and cold literature teacher with a reputation for brilliance and isolation. Their first interaction is all ice and sparks. What starts as disdain slowly twists into obsession, secrets, and a slow descent into something much more dangerous than love. Because some lines were never meant to be crossed, but what if crossing them feels like the only way to survive?