Two women, who loved each other as girls meet again after Reagan Levine suddenly left on a gloomy night. Hatred, Confusion, and Pining turned cold after seven years of Layla Elsher waiting for her teenage love's explanation of this sudden heartbreak that changed her entirely. Their love is relentless, but at what expense is teenage love worth with the new lives they have now? [A sequel to Lustful Revulsion]

"You're a headfuck, a complete headfuck." Red's back is turned as she breathes before heavy raindrops meet her face. "Where is this coming from?" Layla asks out of confusion as she attempts to pull Red by the wrist when Red pulls away quickly. "Don't- don't touch me." Red's voice comes out as a low raspy tone as she towers over Layla, brown meeting green. "Why?" Layla asks, gulping. "Because if you touch me, i'm scared i won't be able to hold back." Red hesitantly speaks as raindrops slide off her face and fall onto Layla's. "Then let me." _____ Reagan Levine and Layla Elsher are high school students in Northern England. The pair grew up with a large dislike for one another's existence purely out of spite. Reagan, also known as Red, grew up with only a father in an abusive home, having no mother or siblings makes her fend for herself in other ways.. ways you wouldn't call legal for a student. Red has despised Layla for the entirety of her being due to the sheer fact she has everything she wants, and maybe even more than that.. Layla Elsher has hated Red because she sees her as nothing but a bully. Not knowing why Red has turned out the way she is leads everyone to make their own perceptions of her intimidating manners when operating around others. Layla is popular and known to any man kind, the boys drool all over her and she loves it. It's the final year of high school for both of these girls, they're enemies since they could remember, but wait and see as Revulsion becomes Lustful throughout their last year of school..

Victoria, cold and heartless when it comes to the way she runs her mafia. She's precise, full of secrets and doesn't let anything get past her. Some even say she has no heart. And that's the truth. Or it might as well have been the truth up until she meets Arabella. A soft dainty girl who has the biggest heart. But she harbours her own secrets. They have a calculated encounter that could shift everything they know. Through the trials and tribulations they face, through the lies and secrets can they open up to each other, learn to love through it all? [THERE ARE ERRORS in this book! So many errors & they will get fixed soon enough. I just write for fun & none of it is professional. Please beware of these before you read further!]

Grace Saintclaire and Andrea Anderson come from extremely wealthy and well-known families-and fate has brought them to the same university: Andrea as a professor, Grace as a student. Neither knows the other's true identity... until one night at a dinner party, where their rival families come face-to-face for the first time in years. That's when Grace and Andrea discover they are to be wed. A contracted marriage between two daughters of rival families. Will Grace and Andrea accept their fate with heavy hearts? Will they fight it? Or could the unexpected happen... and they fall in love instead? Read to find out. P.S. This story leans into enemies-to-lovers dynamics and features an intersex character. ⚠️ Warning: This book contains multiple smut scenes (no prior warning), strong language, and depictions of abuse, violence, homophobia. Reader discretion is advised.

In which the stripper is at the wrong place, at the wrong time... Karina Westley, better known as 'Sugar', became a stripper immediately after turning 18 to get out of her parents house. Though they didn't support her decision, she did it anyway. She was at a point where she didn't care anymore. She wanted- no, needed to leave so she did. Aphrodite Galanis, better known as 'Uno', was part of her father's gang. She was ruthless, violent, and self centered. She was someone you didn't want to mess with. By any means. Though she was only 26 years old she was well respected by everyone in her town. The people worshiped the ground she walked on. Million Harper, better known as 'Peaches', was also apart of the gang Aphrodite was in. In fact, Aphrodite and Million had been dating for three years now. She too was violent and ruthless, though she was humble. She grew up poor, but she saw Aphrodite, took her chance and ran with it. What happens when Karina crosses paths with the couple? Especially when she wasn't supposed to...

Sephie McKay never expected to fall in love, let alone with the likes of underground fighter, Dominic 'Demon' Hayes. That all changes when her mother gets on the bad side of a local motorcycle club. Forced under his protection, she grapples with her insecurities and the growing romance between them.

R-RATED CONTENT. 18+ ONLY! Syra, a succubus banished to Earth, must live and thrive on the sexual energy of humans. In all the years of her banishment she's not had one, ONE, human remember her; how could they with her magic that erases their memory of her? However everything is about to change for Syra -- her life, the sentence she's serving, and the lovers she's had -- all due to one, single human male. ** The man chuckled; a rich sound that pushed Syra's body further into awakeness. She very nearly let out a moan from the desire it caused her to feel. "Well, what do you want? Since you can't seem to make up your mind." This time Syra swung out of bed, yanked down her dress that had risen up and onto her trembling legs. She crossed the room to the door in strides and yanked it open. The man awaiting on the other side of the door was nothing Syra's imagination could've ever created to match the heavenly voice. **

She looked up, tears drenching her dark eyelashes. She sees him in the obsidian shadows of the room. A scream is stuck in her throat, unable to erupt from her mouth. She tries to turn and run, but as she moves her feet and takes a step, muscly arms encircle her waist. She feels her body lift above the ground, and seconds later her back slams against the wall. His fingers dig into her wrists, making her feel a stinging pain shoot up her arms. Her eyes are shut tight. 'Open your eyes'. She keeps them shut. 'Open your eyes, angel'. Her head is twisted to side, wanting to melt into the wall. His broad chest pressed up against every inch of her skin. He slams her against the wall again, making her yelp in pain, 'I SAID OPEN YOUR EYES!' She opens them slowly and looks at his face. She can see his eyes, black pools of emotion. Obsession. Lust. Possessiveness. Desire. Love. Dominance. Angelica Ziva Kareem. A beautiful, young woman, who aspires to complete her degree in Medicine. Her dream? To travel the world, to be free and to help those in need. Gabriel Dominic Rodrigo. Handsome, dark, possessive. Rich and hard working to the world above. Monster to the underworld. His life? What he wants, he gets. And he has his eyes set on little Angelica.

Women have balls too; at least that was the creed Kristen Hilton lived by. It was the mantra for the Mistress of The Treasure Box and she displayed the shiny suckers to anyone who crossed her path. It was tough being the top Dom for San Francisco hottest BDSM club and it appeared that her status was like a bloody carcass in a shark infested ocean. So it was no surprise when Donovan Fairchild tried to put her to the test. After a brief meeting where she bested him in a spar of words, though he admits defeat, Kris finds her paranoia insisting that she not take his word. It had only been a few months since the only person she shared her heart with had nearly been raped and killed after she was kidnapped by an asshole who she had allowed VIP membership. She was not going to let another psycho win. She turns to Ivan and solicits his help through his Private Investigator. She knew Ivan would deliver...she was just shocked on who he delivers. Wicked games and dangerous flirting, mingled with the revisit of past lovers and nightmares, then top it off with explosive twist of fate and heart retching confessions; that was what Kris was in for. How was she to keep sane as all she had worked to gain and keep becomes threatened along with her life? Along side the dwindling fate of her reputation, which the wickedly handsome Viktor was about to lay to waste, did she really have to worry about who was holding the dagger in the dark? **Sequel to Conditioned...** Please follow as this story will certainly turn out to be private in a lot of chapters; so far chapter TWO is private and i can't fix that. Thanks to all my return readers! Spoiler alerts if you have not read Conditioned... I think this can stand on its own two feet, but Reconditioned will make more of a firm statement if you read Conditioned first. Will try to upload every Monday or Wednesday...no promises. Can i get some votes? maybe your feedback??? cool beans!