You destroyed the very essence of my being You loved me I loved you Your love was abusive to my soul I built you up Only to have you tear me down I fell in love with her and I fell fast but all that glitters ain't gold. Everything that looks good to you ain't good for you...that's a lesson I learned the hard way COPYRIGHTED © by @_lorsteez

This is a girl x girl book so if you're a homophobe then- 1) GET OFF MY PAGE. 2)YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE *hisses and bares non existent fangs* 3) yes I can totally count thank you! Just adding this bit because honestly homophobia is wrong. ~::::::/\/\/\LOVE IS LOVE/\/\/\::::::~ This is a pg book! So don worry frwiend Don worry about it! *le YouTube reference used* (XD I'm friggin nerdy so if ya got a problem about it shoo shoo! U no welcome on dis page!)

Love is hard. And sometimes it's even harder to endure it.

Twenty-two-year-old, Pleasure Aylin Margery was the most independent woman she knew other than her mama. Her mother played her father's job while Pleasure learned how dirty the world actually was. Not every man was a gentlemen, not every hoodlum was a drug dealer, and every woman wasn't as strong as she appeared to be. She learned, no man can satisfy you better than you can and she wasn't just talking about in bed. Pleasure wasn't perfect cause she definitely wasn't a good girl but she knew her path. She walked down the streets of Florida with her head held high and her Christian Louboutin's headed one place. Ahead. But one person stood in her way, Twenty-three-year-old, Caesar Trenton Andrews. The one that didn't want to settle down but stopped Pleasure from doing so. All the way down to the Butter Timbs on his feet, he was fine and had the game along with Pleasure in his hands. Even though she didn't want nor need a man, Caesar caused her so much Pain but a lot more Pleasure but her mama told her better than to submit to a man that won't submit to her. Either give up the game or be alone, but that was a hard choice for Caeser and Pleasure didn't have the time nor patience to wait for his answer. URBAN - 18+ (Temptation Series #4)

Chrissy has always had a hard time following orders, she never liked being told what to do. One day she stumbles upon something that will change her life and where she gives the orders.

The first thing I noticed was the intricate tattoo running down half her left arm as she reached for my hand. Her raven black hair fell in curls around her shoulders. A pearly white smile that seemed to draw me in and hypnotising red eyes. 'Let me introduce myself again. I'm Yvonne.' And that's when I noticed the fangs. I knew that I should've been afraid, but I wasn't. Instead I felt myself falling even harder for her.

"What are you hiding from me...?" Avalon asked anxiously. "Not a thing, my princess. This is who I am. I suppose I just have a wall up, is all." "And yet you're the bravest man I know, hiding under a heap of metal." In the split second that she yanked off Alexander's helmet, his sword tossed on the floor, time froze. First, she noticed how long his hair was, the sign of bravery in the Old Times. She analyzed the curve of the jaw, seeing how the green vein in the neck seemed to pulse twice as fast as hers even though she was sure that her heart was beating a mile a minute. Then it was the lively, unusual blush pink of his lips that she thought she knew so well, the red of cheeks mottled with embarrassment and contempt. Long, lush eyelashes over dark brown eyes, a tear in the left duct. As they locked eyes, our Princess saw what she was meant to see in the Valiant Knight two months ago. "You're not Alexander. You're a girl." "No," the knight replied, "I suppose I'm not." "I need to know who you are right now," Avalon said quietly and sternly. "I have never been good at explaining things. But Alexandra could have never been a knight. Alexander needed to save you, but Alexandra is the one when the helmet comes off." The two women sat in the strangling quiet. "So, Princess... Will you please take my hand?"

Caia Caecilia Winchester was named after the Roman Goddess of fire and women. Though she has a mighty name, Caia is a very lonely girl without much experience in the real world. She has never gone out with friends, probably because she doesn't have any. She has never been in love, because that requires having a friend first. The most fun she has had was sitting on her roof watching the owls swoop the many trees that surround. Although her life appeared pretty boring, she was safe. At least, she was safe until Tiamat Targaryen.

"I must be out of my mind..." I thought as Scarlet hovered over me, her breath tingling down my spine. She started tracing her fingers along my warm feminine body. Her touch alone sent shocks throughout my entire body. "Don't deny it Arielle, you know you love it," Scarlet whispered into my ear. As the sweet sensation continued, I thought about my family and how they would sternly disapprove of this explicit behavior. Honestly, I didn't care anymore. Scarlet has the ability to do things to me that no man ever could do. She was able to invoke the beast in me. She was right I did love it. Arielle grew up in the poor section of Puerto Rico, having no definite direction to how her life was going to go. Now 23, she's an intern at Kann, fashion line owned by Kaandy James-Walker. By chance, she meets Scarlet Erza, who is a fashion designer herself. From there, things spiral into a whole other level. Scarlet is now attracted to Arielle, and will do anything in her power to have her as her own. Will Arielle burn under the pressure or will she submit to the fiery pleasure?