Evelyn was the only daughter of a very well known and respected vampire hunter. She looked up at him and wanted to be just like her father. But, her dreams were crushed when a mission went wrong and she was turned. After that, everything went downhill from there. A year later, after escaping where she was imprisoned, Evelyn bumps into a woman and finds out she's mated to not one, not two, but three of the most powerful, pureblooded vampires known to mankind. Will she accept them, or lose herself to the bloodlust?

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Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

Feyre Archeron is kidnapped by the High Lord of the Night Court. He has taken her to be his bride... but not only his. His best friends Cassian and Azriel want her too. Feyre finds herself falling for all three Illyrians, the bride of her very own reverse harem.

Falling in love is never easy, but what if your heart pulls you towards the two people you should never fall for? For years, you've admired Natasha from afar, your best friend Yelena's captivating older sister. Complicated? Absolutely, especially since the innocent admiration slowly turns into a full-blown crush. But it gets even messier because Natasha is married to Wanda, the kindest, most gentle-hearted person you've ever met. As you grapple with the fear and confusion of your feelings, you find yourself drawn to Wanda as well, her warmth and kindness like a soothing balm to your fragile heart. Caught between the intense pull of your feelings for Natasha and Wanda and the fear of Yelena discovering the truth, you find yourself in a storm of conflicting desires that could shatter everything you hold dear. ⚠️ Please read the tags before continuing. If none of those themes sound appealing to you, this may not be the right story for you.

"I know you lie.You think we don't?"She whispered in a low.Her fingers ran down my bottom lip that was between my teeth, her usually deep blue eyes darkening like a shadow.She sighed deeply onto my lips, "In fact...I see right through you."She smirked, her voice lightly raspy at the end. My breathing was uneven, my entire body felt weak.Even her speaking made me nervous, while her words came out so dangerously natural and calm. "But we don't want to get you more shy than you already are, do we? Trust me, we know what you saw in your dreams, pretty girl.And that's nothing compared to what we are capable of."She glanced down at my lips lastly, slowly stepping back as her warmth completely left me. I felt like my nonexistent heart raced uncontrollably. I exhaled shakily, not daring to look at other two, cause I'm pretty sure I would be more mess under their gaze. ⚠️MATURE CONTENT⚠️

Natasha and Wanda ask you to join their relationship, and now you get to spend two whole weeks with them on a family vacation. (Warning: ITS SMUTTY)

Nat Xavier was just trying to survive grad school. Literally. Her closest friends would almost certainly kill her if they knew her secret. Why? Because she was the most dangerous weapon produced as a result of forbidden love. She was a hybrid. Half Human-half Werewolf. One bite and she could kill any supernatural creature before they knew what hit them. The only reason why she was still alive was because everyone thought she was human. She made it 24 years blending into the background but her safety began to unravel once she met, her. Cari Wright is more than just a history professor. She is one of the world's most powerful vampires. If that wasn't enough she seems to have a sadistic desire to torment Nat and her friends. Nat isn't one to back down from a fight but, does she bargain more than she can handle? ------------ A slowburn, comedic lesbian romance novel. My first so let me know what you think! My brain is full of more stories so I'd love to share more if you enjoy this. (Sequel is out! Look for "The assassin Squad")

in which a shy florist falls in love with a flirty mafia boss. ┈┈┈┈․°?°․┈┈┈┈ gwendolyn westbrook has spent her life filled with schoolwork and stress. taking care of flowers was her way to relax. she'd never experienced the feeling of love- let alone a relationship. her whole life changes when she is kidnapped into a mafia, then meets karla valetin- one of the most powerful mafia bosses out there. unexpectedly, they fall in love. polar opposites yet bounced off of each other well. the two love in more and find more about themselves and their deepest desires. yet what challenges would follow their blooming relationship? ?#1 in maturecontent - 3/29/22 ?#1 in womanxwoman - 4/2/22 ?#2 in womensrights - 9/8/22 ?#3 in lesbianfiction - 3/29/22 ?#3 in womensrights - 9/5/22 ?#3 in womanxwoman - 9/7/22 ?#4 in womensrights - 8/26/22 ?#6 in wlw - 4/3/22 ?#6 in womensrights - 4/9/22 ?#8 in gxglesbianlgbt - 4/1/22 ?#11 in womensrights - 8/10/22

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.