"There's a quote by Mahmoud Darwish that plays in my mind every time I think of you." "What is it?" "And if the devil was to ever see you..he would kiss your eyes..and repent." THIS IS AN INTERSEX ROMANCE BETWEEN A 42 YEAR OLD WOMAN AND A 31 YEAR OLD INTERSEX PERSON WHO IDENTIFIES AS HE/HIM THEY/THEM. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT DO NOT READ. 18+ intersex

"I need you to stop looking at me like that, Miss Daniels." The young woman's blood red lips were still parted as she spoke, her knuckles as white as ash as she gripped the edge of the table. The contractor smirked, knowing the affect she had on the woman that stood vertical from her as she packed her tools away. "I can't help it. If only I could tell you the things that run through my mind every single time I see you." "Tell me, then." Trigger warning; smùt, sexual abuse, Intersex, polygamy!!

Warning! This story contains sensitive topics. ** I looked into his dark eyes and saw, what I once naïvely thought, was innocence. ** "Please!" she cried, curling into herself and holding her arms to her chest. "I want to go home! I haven't done anything to you! Let me go please!" Anger washed over me. What was she not understanding? "Mia!" I snapped, holding her neck tighter, staring down into her watery brown eyes. "You can't leave, I won't let you! I can't lose you! And you have done something. You've stolen my heart." I felt a grin play on my lips as I leaned more onto her. "and for that, baby, you've done everything." [COMPLETE]✅ (This book will be rewritten at some point!)

Noah has spent his life searching for a purpose that never answered. Until Callie does. Drawn together by something neither of them fully understands, Noah starts to change. His thoughts grow darker. His dreams bleed into waking life. Even his reflection starts to feel unfamiliar. As Noah's world continues to warp around him, the line between love and something far more dangerous starts to blur, and he begins to understand that some people don't fill the void... They invite it in. _______________ Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗

He speaks as if he knows everything, he trips over his own tongue like the intelligent person he is. The lingering taste of vodka and whiskey taint his sinful chapped lips. When he walks he stumbles, he smells like nicotine and he's cold. Ice resides in his veins and heart but not even the hell like flames of hatred and anger burning within his mind can freeze over. She's sweet like honeysuckle. She's warm and physically beautiful with her long brown hair and different colored gaze. When she smiles, the entire world stops to look and stare at her. Yet underlying her forced smile and physical perfection, dwells the monster that is her mental illness that she cannot control. Being beautiful doesn't hide it either, only mass doses of prescription pills do. In which an 18-year-old who believes he hasn't much to live for leaves his small sleepy town in hopes of finding his mother who abandoned him years ago. All the while a 17-year-old girl with severe Manic Depression tags along in hopes of being distracted from her illness and to also find peace of mind and happiness elsewhere. ** Inspired by music, specifically The 1975, Lana Del Rey, and others. ** Rough draft in desperate need of editing, plot holes, grammatical issues, etc. * not cliche but cliche it has it moments, but also so many plot twists so idk yeah. Mature Content. Read at your own will. Copyrighted ©

There's a thin line between good and evil. Good. Azalea Blanc in one word. Although she is constantly surrounded by crime, she never lets it alters her kind ways. When her job is to deliver food daily to all of the locked-up criminals in the crime capital of New York, she's used to seeing the darkness that can lay within people. Evil. Reese Ricci in one word. He rules the world of crime, killing and smiling in the color of red. By no means is he a kind man. He's ruthless, dangerous, and heartless. That is until he gets captured and thrown into a cell, and a certain girl enters to give him food. While Azalea tempts him into the light, Reese tempts her into the dark. And Azalea quickly realizes, Evil might just taste better than good.

"Tell me about Luna Salvatore." In a police interrogation, Orion is forced to recall the story of the girl he believed saved him - the girl he followed, watched, and loved, until the truth began to surface.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

🔞⚠️ *** "Confess! Confess how much you get wet when I look at you while I'm on that podium, how your nipples harden sharply beneath your clothes, and how your skin blazes with heat every time my eyes lock onto yours." His words didn't merely reveal a secret; they ripped through me, sinking deep into my flesh and igniting a slow-burning fire beneath my skin. The warmth spread like wildfire, searing every nerve ending. His words tasted like sin-heavy, forbidden, intoxicating. His hands curved possessively around my waist, pulling me into the dangerous gravity of his presence, his breath whispering dark promises hot against the back of my neck. So close, so raw-his body pressed against mine spun a web of wicked temptation that made my knees weak and my thoughts slip free. I wanted to fall, to lose myself completely in this sin that we were weaving between us, hungry and unrepentant. Our love was a shadow creeping over sacred ground, forbidden as the fruit God guarded fiercely. Like Adam and Eve before us, we stood trembling on the edge of damnation, reaching for that tantalizing knowledge we were told to avoid. But this time, it wasn't Eve who tasted the fruit first -it was Adam. And Father Lazarus didn't just nibble quietly; no, he devoured the entire apple in one reckless, desperate bite, swallowing sin whole without pause. ******

"Am I making you want to strip me out of this dress?" "More than anything..." An escort dominatrix who's used to being paid to degrade and humiliate her older clients is hired by someone new. A younger rich man who wants her to be submissive for the first time ever. She questions his dominance and battles him to see who can be more in charge but she begins to question whether or not she can win. He offers her a pretty sum of cash and she thinks with her wallet and decides to give being submissive a try. However, this new client also has a plan up his sleeve. Read this story to see how the two grow closer from their deal and learn that there's more to the both of them than their titles. (Warning: story contains mature smutt and light bdsm scenes and harsh language) The original photo used as my title page is by JC Cuéllar. Word count: 70,000-90,000