Teacherxstudent wlw 🤍 Daniella, a spirited student with a penchant for literature, finds herself irresistibly drawn to her enigmatic English teacher. As their connection deepens, Daniella uncovers a shocking truth; Ms Frost is not only her mentor but also her cousin's fiancé. Caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Daniella must navigate the treacherous waters of forbidden love while confronting her own haunting family traumas. Will she sacrifice everything for a love deemed taboo, or will she find the strength to rewrite her own story? ❗️TW❗️ - SA - SH - Abuse - smut - age gap - eating disorder Please don't read if you're uncomfortable 🤍

There are rules in Vale's classroom. Olivia's about to break every single one.

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.

Claire Whitmore is just trying to find her people- queer friends who love literature just as much as she does. When her younger sister Ashley sends a her a link to an online lesbian book club called 'The Margins We Keep, and tells her "Go be gay and read things." Claire joins. And everything changes from the moment she stumbled upon a quote from The Price Of Salt, it's posted by a user named Juliette. It's a beautiful and very haunting quote. It's Claire's favorite quote too. Claire replies-and Juliette answers. What starts as a shared love of literature quickly unravels into late-night threads, flirty emails, and a growing curiosity that expands across different time zones. Before they touched, they wrote. Every word a confession, every reply a seduction.

Ophelia Hollis is 18, a student - and struggling with severe mental health issues. When she meets her new English and Literature teacher, the cool and enigmatic 49 year old Lilith Ashbourne, a relationship begins that is anything but simple. A complicated bond develops between them, offering Ophelia support - but also bringing new challenges. What starts as a quiet fascination turns into an intense blend of pain, longing, love, and fragility. An emotional drama about mental illness, unreciprocated closeness, and the deep need to be held. Enjoy reading. 😉 A few chapters are pretty short 😬 Forgive me for that. ⸻ ⚠ Trigger Warning: This story addresses themes of trauma, loss, and mental illness. The protagonist, Ophelia, lives with bipolar disorder, severe depression, and the aftermath of a toxic relationship. It contains scenes of self-harm, domestic violence, and psychological breakdowns that may be emotionally distressing. If such content might trigger or overwhelm you, please read with caution - or consider choosing not to read it. Your mental health comes first.

𝗥𝗮𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗻 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 knows how to chase stories- she's just never been the story herself. At 22, Rae is quiet, invisible, and new to the cutthroat world of journalism. When she's mistakenly assigned to cover a high-stakes corporate trial, she finds herself face-to-face with the city's most infamous attorney: 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲- cold as stone, sharp as a knife, and untouchably brilliant. Clara doesn't give interviews. Doesn't answer questions. And definitely doesn't notice journalists-especially not ones like Rae. Until 𝘴𝘩𝘦 does. One conversation turns to three. Three become glances. Glances become touches. And Rae falls. Quietly. Deeply. Clara doesn't fall. Not at first. Not the way Rae does. But when Rae walks away, Clara realizes what she's lost- and 𝘴𝘩𝘦 falls harder. --- In a world of deadlines, secrets, and sharp suits, love wasn't supposed to be the story. But maybe it always was. One was chasing the truth. The other was hiding it. And somewhere in between, they found each other- in the silence.

Abigail, 17, has always lived in the shadow of secrets. Ever since that night, the one no one talks about, her world has been silence, stares, and scars. Going back to school after a quiet summer, Abby tries to keep her head down - and fails. Worse: her father just remarried a woman she barely knows. Evelyn. 33. Elegant, mysterious, and cold as winter. With her perfect black hair, her chilling smile, and her sharp words when no one's around, Evelyn quickly turns their shared house into a prison Abby can't escape. Forced to live under the same roof while her father's away on business trips, the two women begin a quiet war - of glances, insults, tension, and something else they both refuse to name. Something dangerous. Something that hurts. And yet... something neither of them can ignore. What will happen when forced proximity turns into something far more dangerous than hate? WARNING: this story contains mature themes including traumatic past, emotional manipulation, toxic dynamics, and age gap. 18+ content may appear. Highest rankings: #1 slowburn 22/07/25 #1 womensfiction 14/08/25 #1 womanxwoman 21/07/25 #1 girlxwoman 12/07/25 #1 mommy issues 10/08/25 #1 stepmother 26/08/25 #1 femxfem 01/10/25 #1 lgbt 04/10/25 #1 richgirl 12/11/25 #3 wlw 09/07/25 #5 love 28/07/25 © All rights reserved.

An 18 year old immigrant student with a catastrophic past, joins highschool and captivates everyone with her beauty. She however, only wants one woman's eyes on her, her English teacher's. Can they fight the storms to reach the shore or will they drown fighting? ლ I own all the rights to this story. I do not appreciate reposting this anywhere. This is a fictional story with fictional characters. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental.

Ever since I was a child, I thought that I was jealous of other girls. I hated their sparkly eyes, their soft hair and how their giggles sounded like the sweetest of love songs as it escaped their plump lips. However, as time went on, I realised that I actually wasn't jealous of other girls. I didn't hate them either. I loved girls, actually... Except for Reese Miller. I hated her.

❝ᴵ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ ʷⁱᵈᵉ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ.❞ lovingly uttered this young woman whose veiled eyes couldn't find any good reason to tear themselves away from the sparkling shadow that represented the older woman's figure. ღ « 𝖘𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗.» 𝖛 𝖊 𝖓 𝖙 𝖚 𝖒 *incredibly slow updates, pls bear with me*