Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.

"Some people call it stalking, but I call it love. I just make sure we will be together forever." ~ unknown Isolated in a boarding school for unwanted girls, is certainly an unfortunete fate for Eva DiLera. But little did she know that she was isolated with a secret admirer, even worse... Her own stalker. She doesn't even know the danger she is in. She doesn't even know that her admirer controls everything about her in the shadows. She doesn't even know, that it could be someone very close to her. Her school cares more about reputation than safety, so who could she ask for help? Who of her friends can she even trust? All her admirer wants is to fulfill their desire. The desire to have Eva with them. Forever. No matter what it takes. Warning: This is a dark romance story. Therefore it will have some content that might be triggering or disturbing to some people. If you are very sensitive to any kind of abuse, please don't read this story. Thank you.

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

Yara Tyson has it all figured out. She's confident, popular, a star on the dance team, and knows exactly how to light up any room she walks into. But when she spots a quiet science major with copper curls and unusual light eyes on the first of semester, everything changes. Calliope Williams is Yara's complete opposite: reserved, studious, and perfectly content keeping her head down in her textbooks. She barely notices the vibrant girl who's been rearranging her entire schedule just to catch glimpses of her across campus. For months, Yara has been hopelessly, embarrassingly obsessed-memorizing Calliope's class schedule, stalking her sparse Instagram, and driving her best friends Genesis and Miracle absolutely crazy with her one-sided infatuation. Every polite smile feels like a declaration of love. Every brief conversation becomes a future wedding plan. Yara is completely delusional, utterly smitten, and has no idea if the brilliant, beautiful girl in the background even knows her name. But when a chance encounter on a campus shuttle finally brings them together, Yara discovers that maybe, just maybe, quiet doesn't mean disinterested. As their worlds slowly collide over study sessions, pound cake, and late-night texts, Yara begins to realize that sometimes the person you've been chasing has been noticing you all along. ‼️Kuh-Lai-Uh-Pee‼️ ‼️Yah-Ruh‼️

Avery thought being brought to the estate would be the worst thing that ever happened to her. Then she met Viv and Elara. The married couple had rules for everything. How she eats. How she speaks. Even what name she's allowed to answer to. She should hate them. She should want to leave. So why does the thought of belonging to them become harder and harder to resist?

It was a miracle Ivelisse (Ivy) Williams hadn't been expelled, in fact, she would argue it was a miracle she had even made it this far. Running on a diet that seemed to solely consist of monster and cigarettes, if sarcasm was an Olympic sport...Ivy wouldn't require an education at all. Vivian L'monage had no interest in being a teacher. She had a family empire to run, and had barely tolerated being a university professor as it was. She had taken the open position of Literature professor at Oakwood High as a favour she owed to the headmistress, an old acquaintance from another time, and planned to be out the minute the school found someone else for the position. Finally in her last year of school... Ivy Williams would rather die than be controlled. Vivienne L'monage, determined to create a class of elite academics, refuses accept anything less than complete obedience.

Liberty Fierro is used to living on her own terms, partying recklessly all night and doing it all over again the next day. But when one night goes horribly wrong, her mother steps in with an ultimatum: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗱. Monroe Leclair's reputation as a therapist is as infamous as it is dangerous. She's calm, calculating, and hiding secrets that no one in their right mind could possibly guess. As the lines blur between healing and obsession, Liberty has to wonder if Monroe is saving her, 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮.

"I want you to suck it," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. I tore my gaze from the fake cock and glared at her. "Excuse me?" Her eyes were dead serious, unflattering. "Suck it." : : : Lydia was having a little relationship problem. Read to find out when a little pervy doctor by the name of Dr. Zayn have her eyes on LYDIA

I wished she would look at me more.... More of a woman than her study..... Every fortnight, her hold over my waist grounds me as she injects the drug into my veins... My body is her vessel, the vessel to test out her manufactured drugs... But each night that passes I teather closer to the line...the line to seduce her ... I badly want her to take me... I want her to fuck me liike she owns me.. I want her to make me feel But how could that happen when she killed my brother....

Luna was born to kneel at the altar... not for love... not for lust... but for obedience.. Only for obedience towards the heavens.. She was a priestess veiled in purity, raised to silence her desires and bury her fire. But that was until she arrived.. And once you taste sin, how would you go back to purity and sanctity? What begins as a whisper of temptation becomes a full descent - into obsession, surrender, and something far darker than love. This is not a redemption arc. This is temptation in its purest form. Dark Addictive and Unforgiving. Watch a priestess on her knees but a sinner in robes within a sacred space where divinity isn't the only thing worshiped. ††††† Wanna read something unholy, sinful and addictive? This is your new favourite sapphic island 😉 Stay tuned, coming soon!!!