When Sorah's aunt is taken by a strange and powerful enemy, she finds herself in complete despair. She has no one left. Her mother, her aunt, anyone who has ever been close to her, are gone. But in the span of one evening, she goes from having no one, to finding trust in a tall, beautiful stranger. Someone she can't bring herself to deny. Kensie Ducall has been searching for the heir for thirty years in an attempt to fulfil her duty as Queen's Assassin. But instead of finding Princess Orla, she finds a young, scared Sorah, who has no idea who she is, or the power she will one day wield. Sorah has no idea she is the Companion Queen, and that the world has been waiting for her for thirty years. But with her Ahein Rah by her side, the vampire who shares her heart by destiny, she will achieve greatness and defeat an ancient enemy. Trigger warnings: Violence Blood/gore Rape/sexual assault

A descendant. A soul-mate. A ruler. (FUTANARI) HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in MythicalCreatures #9 in gxglesbianlgbt #13 in fantasyadventure #3 in Thrill #5 in crossoverfanfiction #14 in Intersex Warning: this book is still on going and slowly updating (not cancelled or unfinished). Please bare with me because english is not my first language so there may be misspelled or incorrect grammar in this book.

"Don't run from me, princess." Soft, yet threatening voice whispered near my ear sending chills down my spine and setting the whole body on fire. "I'll do whatever I want." I snapped and walked into the metal box, pressing the last floor button. Maverick came in too, standing near me, her body almost touching mine. Elevator was spacious so she could stand anywhere she wanted, but at my bad look, she took a place near me. I shifted uncomfortably as heat radiating from her body ignite the fire inside of my bones. "Did you two slept?" Maverick asked again with a strained voice. I almost choked on my own saliva as heard her question. What the actual fuck? "Excuse me!?" I gasped turning my body to her. "You're excused," She smirked, but I could even from the mile her smirk was fakest of the fakes. "Now tell me. Did you sleep with my sister?" Her voice and whole face change into colder. "It's... what...I... it's none of your business," I gulped from her intense stare suddenly felt an awareness of how close our bodies are. "Answer me," She hissed inching her face even closer. Flashback from the Saturday evening when I wanted to run away from the party and she did everything to intimidate me. "Did you enjoy sleeping with her?" She whispered hoarsely. "I... I'm not... I did,-" I stammered not tearing my gaze from my personal bodyguard. I didn't hear elevator ping which means one... maverick stopped elevator, trapping me inside with her. The air around us thickened, making harder for me to breath. My heart starts hammering inside of my chest and I feared for Maverick to hear how my heart beat from the closeness of our bodies. She inched our faces, even more, her hot breath hitting my face making me tremble. "Tell me," She whispered putting two of her fingers on my chin, sending a wave of electricity through my whole body. "Did she kissed you... like this?" And before I could react, I felt Maverick lips being places on mine.

(Teacherxstudent) It might have been the way her hand moved effortlessly across the canvas with every stroke she made, or the way her eyes would shine when speaking about her passion that she adored so much, or maybe it was her smile that seemed to captivate me every time. She was perfect in her own way, and I wish I could tell her how much happiness she brings into my life by being present. How all my worries and fears seem to drown away when she's near, or how a simple "hello" makes my day. The only thing stopping me from getting close to her is that diamond ring on her left hand, and how terrible of a person I feel every time I think about her in ways I'm not suppose to, and the fact that I couldn't bring her into my fucked up life. Oh, and because she's my art teacher. Mrs. Shuler, if only you knew how much I adore you.

Leilani Jaegar is a veteran at getting her heart broken and often mistreated. With a psycho ex in prison for trying to murder her, love doesn't exist in this girl's book. As for Tristan Cash, she got married at the age of eighteen, divorced at twenty-two and had two children by the age of twenty-four. Love wasn't exactly her forte either. However, both women cross paths and find themselves sexually compatible. Consistent good sex, mind-opening conversations and similar personalities could possibly make them believe in love again.

Caia regrets many things in life. Getting herself into so much debt that her dealer owned her was one of them. But when Dan offers her up to the powerful leader of a drug cartel to wipe his own fifty thousand dollar debt, Caia realises she has bitten off far more than she can chew. Annika is terrifying; beautiful, but cold. She takes what she wants by force. Can Caia make it one month as her slave, or will she crack and go back to Dan, who will rain down hell upon her and her family in retaliation? *** ***Mature content. This is a story about adults, for adults*** This story is first and foremost a romance but contains explicit sex scenes and some BDSM. As well as: Suggestion of dubious consent Violence Drug addiction/withdrawal Childhood trauma Rankings: #1 - BDSMrelationship #1 - Kink #4 - Domme #2 - wlw #6 - girlxgirl #1 - gxglesbianlgbt