Kamala Harris thought the worst was behind her when she lost the 2024 presidential election. But the quiet that followed revealed something far more devastating-a marriage broken by betrayal, a life stripped of certainty, and nights haunted by questions that politics could never answer. On one of those sleepless nights, searching for comfort in flour and sugar, she stumbles into a late-night grocery aisle-and collides with a woman who feels like danger wrapped in beauty. Tall, with radiant dark skin, an Afro haloing her face, and siren eyes that draw Kamala in against her will, this stranger unsettles her in ways she can't explain. What begins as chance sparks a slow burn neither can escape. Kamala is pulled between resistance and surrender, trust and suspicion, desire and fear. The deeper she falls, the more she realizes this woman's world is one of shadows-crime, secrets, and enemies who don't play by the rules. Every step closer to love pushes her deeper into danger. Every step back leaves her hollow. And somewhere in the pull between the two, Kamala must decide if she's willing to risk everything she has left-her name, her heart, even her life-for a future she never saw coming. A story of power, betrayal, and the dangerous gravity of love that refuses to let go.

Celestine Starling was 25 when she was suddenly captured by two men. Alone and afraid, she's destined to try to find a way out, only to be saved by a woman. Viktoria Sakolov, who she finds herself soon lusting after.

Taylor is the heiress to the Italian Mafia. Her father would only allow her to take over if she settles down. Willow is a normal girl kinda. Her father and mother have always despised Mher(she doesn't know why) They've abused her since she was younger. Finally they decided to sell her hand in marriage to Taylor. . the two stayed far away from eacheother during the show e theaaa medis a. they'd act loving in public but w inhen they were alone they avoided each other like the plague, only exchanging words with each other. I'm will this change? will they live happily ever after? read to find out 😉

~ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐑𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫.~ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬." "𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝." "𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨?" "𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝."

The club wasn't where she imagined herself working, but it was the only place that would take her. The air was thick with smoke, and the neon lights did little to chase away the darkness inside. People came and went-some looking for trouble, others caught in things they shouldn't have been. She'd seen men dragged into the back rooms, beaten up for not paying in time or failing to do their part. And then there was her-the club owner. Cold, calculated, and feared by everyone who walked through the doors. She ran this place with a tight grip, and she didn't tolerate mistakes. No one dared to cross her, not without consequences. And yet, every time their eyes met, something shifted, an unsettling pull that she couldn't quite explain. She didn't know what it meant, or why it unsettled her so much. But one thing was certain: the longer she stayed here, the more complicated everything would become...

Celeste Raines has built her empire on control. An Academy Award-winning actress and Hollywood's most enigmatic star, she knows better than anyone that desire and discipline don't mix - not in an industry that thrives on scandal. She lives by one rule: never blur the line between work and real life. Then Rowan Hart walks into the audition room. Bold, magnetic, and unafraid, Rowan is everything Celeste has tried to guard herself against. She's new to the Hollywood machine, but her raw fire lights up the screen - and when she's paired with Celeste for the film of the year, the chemistry is instant, undeniable, and exactly what the studio wants. But what begins as rehearsed intimacy quickly bleeds into something dangerous. Every stolen glance and unscripted touch threatens to unravel Celeste's carefully crafted walls - and reveal a truth she's kept hidden from the world, and from herself, for far too long. In a city where secrets are currency and desire can destroy, Celeste and Rowan must decide: will they stick to the script, or risk everything for the one thing neither of them can fake?

"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.

Jordan Cox is a woman of many names. Online, she is Jamie Sykes, an Only Fans starlet. To the local authorities in Canada, she is an ordinary citizen named Amy Russell. But to those she loved, or who know the real her, she is still Jordan. It wasn't always this way, but she's been on the run for so long that she doesn't really know any other way to live. But then one snowy night, she stumbles on another runaway, and every aspect of her life changes. Can two women on the run help each other to safely and possibly fall in love on the way? TW: People are gonna die. Past mention of abuse. Some sex may occur (I know, cover your eyes)

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw