𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind bold boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

teacher x student | wlw | age gap Emily had to take a year off from school because of her mental health, and now she's 18 and ready to start fresh. She's always been a straight-A student and plans to keep it that way by focusing on her studies this year. But then she meets the new English teacher, who she realizes she's seen before, although this time she seems different, more strict. Will Emily be able to stay focused, or will she find herself falling for the charms of her strict teacher? • Slow burn • Teacher x student • Age gap (24 years) ~Highest rankings~ #1 in lgbt #1 in womensfiction #1 in teacherstudent #1 in englishteacher #1 wlwteacherxstudent #2 in teacherspet #2 in women #2 in girlxwoman #2 in lesbian #3 in gxg #4 in wlw

Professor x Student | WLW Claire Dover (20) is standing at the edge of something she can't name. It began with a single moment, an instinct to reach out, to care, before she even knew who the woman was. Just a stranger in the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn't expect to see her again. She didn't expect that the woman she pulled back from the road would later introduce herself as Professor Hartmann (39). And Lyn? She never meant to care. She is the kind of woman who carries old grief like a folded letter in her coat pocket. But Claire is all sharp glances, quiet presence, and impossible timing. Now, every look, every pause between words, threatens to unravel something they both try to hold together. A slow-burn sapphic love story about restraint, proximity, and all the things we feel before we can name them.

Completed :) '"May I?" She said, mimicking my tone from earlier. I nodded, almost letting out a moan as I felt her body push against mine. Her hands slid their way up from my waist to my arms, wrapping her hands around mine. "Hold it like this." She shuffled about trying to get her feet in the right position before placing her head above my shoulder to aim. "Shoot." I shot and it landed right above the target by like a centimetre. "Try again." I aimed a bit better and shot again. This time I hit it perfectly. "Good girl." She whispered in my ear.' GxG Smut warning 18+ TW blood, violence

Thalia has always hated Donna..... making her the perfect business partner. No wires would be crossed and nothing would get out of hand..... so she thought. Trying to gain the attention of her best friend, Thalia creates a fake relationship with her arch nemesis in hopes to spark jealousy, regret, and a new relationship. Everything is going according to plan until a forgotten past comes to present and new feelings start to blossom. Thalia never planned on it, it just happened. ----- (Rewrite) Any old readers from the old IJH, this is a new story with new plot lines and characters not just rewritten edited chapters. Don't enter with the same mindset as the last book for this book is different and improved. Enjoy :)

"Who do you belong to?" Ezmeralda demanded, her tone sharp, the question more than just a claim-it was a command. "You-" Olivia groaned, struggling to finish the sentence as her body shook violently. "I belong to El Jefa," she sputtered out desperately, her pride dissolving in the heat of the moment. She no longer cared about holding onto any sense of self; the pleasure was too overwhelming, too good to resist. "Cum, pretty girl," Ezmeralda allowed with a satisfied smile, granting Olivia the release she so desperately craved. Olivia's birthday night takes an unexpected turn when she and her best friend, Phoebe, venture out in search of an authentic Cuban experience. Tired of the typical tourist spots, Olivia persuades a reluctant Phoebe to explore a local restaurant she remembered seeing from their taxi ride. Upon stumbling on something Olivia shouldn't have seen, the girls are thrust into a nightmare, held captive by Ezmeralda, who reveals her affiliation with the Cuban cartel. She gives them a chilling ultimatum: marry into the cartel or face certain death. Olivia, desperate to protect Phoebe, tries to negotiate, offering herself in exchange for her friend's freedom. However, Ezmeralda dismisses the compromise, making it clear that in the cartel, there are no negotiations - only orders and consequences. WARNING: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH OF A CHILD SMUT VIOLENCE USE OF SUBSTANCES this is a dark romance so please do not expect it to all sunshine and rainbows. all sexual scenes are consensual and legal. 🏆 #1 Cuba 🏆 #6 gxg

Caterina gave a small, amused hum, flipping a page of her magazine as though unfazed. "You'd be hotter if you weren't so mean." "And you'd be hotter if you cut the fucking attitude," Celine shot back, her voice dropping as she leaned closer, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Before I fuck it out of you." When Celine crosses paths with Caterina, the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, she expects a quick and simple plan to settle an old score. What she doesn't anticipate is Caterina's audacious counteroffer: a marriage of convenience that will grant Celine access she can not decline. Their uneasy alliance is fraught with tension-both the fiery, physical kind and the sharp clash of wills that comes from two women with their own dark pasts and hidden agendas. As they step into a world of wealth, deception, and ruthless ambition, their plan teeters on the edge of chaos, with one question looming large: Can they trust each other long enough to survive? Will they pull off the ultimate betrayal-or will their fragile bond bring everything crashing down?

Belladonna (beh•luh•do•nuh) -it means beautiful lady in Italian. Coincidentally it's also the name of a deadly plant known as nightshade, which has deep purple flowers and poisonous black berries. ꨄ A new city, new school, a total new everything. Birdie Spine is starting her very first day of her junior year of college on the west coast. Far away from everyone she's ever known. She's excited for a new start and to get away from everything she's ever known until she suddenly isn't anymore. Dazzling hazel eyes ruin it all. Or at least she imagines that it's all ruined. This woman with dazzling hazel eyes is her professor-her most Important professor. Are Birdie and this woman able to keep it professional together since they both know their interactions are far from professional or is it just too strong to be held together? [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!]

All Rosemary wanted was to receive the education she needed to secure a promising future. Not knowing she had just walked into the secret playgrounds of the elite, where they lived out their wildest fantasies. The last thing she wanted was to stand out from the crowd, but she also wanted nothing to do with the shenanigans. And worst of all? She had to deal with her new roommate, the notorious "it girl" who everyone worshiped. Somehow, becoming her full-time tutor and "babysitter". The job definitely didn't come easy when Violet tried every little intimidation to scare and annoy her away. Between the bickering and closeness, lines began to blur but could their stubbornness be bigger than whatever feelings had emerged? Behind the secretive walls, Montgomery was known for its parties, midnight getaways, and not so "legal-friendly" acts. Nothing compared to how it displayed itself to the public eye. Far off from being the most prestigious school as it claimed to be.