If it wasn't right, why did it feel so good? Divine was sharp and clever, but she kept her genius hidden behind the pages of her math books. Outside of class, she was disliked by nearly everyone at her boarding school, shunned by her peers and barely tolerated by her teachers. Despite her indifferent facade, the isolation weighed on her-until Miss O'Connell came into the picture. be x fem oc(g!p)

Esme Alarie did not mean to fall into the hands of Vivian Thorne...but she did and there was no regret

"You don't want me to fuck you then?" She whispers, pulling me forward as her thigh presses against my core. "I need to find someone my own age" I whisper back, biting my lip to hide the moan that's trying to escape as she grinds her thigh on me. "Firstly, no one your age can fuck you like I do, let's get that straight, and second." Carmilla places her palm on Jane's bra, forcing a moan out of her. "Don't deny me of hearing your moans, Mon amour, or I'll have you bent over this desk before your pretty little mind can come up with an excuse" This is smutty, I can't lie. This book is not vanilla one bit, so be aware! lesbian thriller mafia kidnapping 18+ trigger warning: mention of rape violence blood torture weapons Some scenes depict heavy mentions of violence, viewer discretion is advised

"It always made you feel powerful when I beg, right?" Morana murmured, her eyes softening as she lowered herself to the cold floor. "So let me beg." Nerezza always knew how to clean up her messes. Knew where to scrape, where to smooth over with a domestic shine of innocence. Erase the evidence. Rephrase the story. Recalibrate the damage. But what happens when the mess starts talking back?

Valeria Silvius, One of the oldest vampire alive. She's been walking on earth since 1408 and have meet so many people, yet one really stuck with her. Avianna Alastair, A siren, has pulled many in with just her voice alone, yet in 1800 she managed to allure, a vampire and since then, it's been hatred from both sides. But what happens when forces recreates the same scene for them, just 224 years later, at the exact same place, and day. With a sweet voice calling and tingling fangs, they were eye to eye once again. What could possibly make the hate go away? (Slow Updates) -------- "Something tells me this isn't the main reason you're here either," Valeria said, running her tongue over her teeth before she stood up. She opened my legs standing in between them. She ran her hands up my stomach, over my breast and to my neck holding it with both of her hands, making me look her in the eyes watching them slowly turned red. Valeria moved my head around, tightening her hold on my neck causing me to close my eyes. Yet she pinched the side of my neck causing them to open again-to see her eyes fully red. "Tell me what you are here for" Valeria whispered, pulling my face closer to hers, looking me in the eyes as her pupils grew. "That doesn't work on me" I whispered but she just smirked, pulling me closer-to the point our noses were touching. "Of course it does baby" Valeria smirked, quickly her pupils formed into a thin line and her smirk disappeared, "Tell me baby-what are you here for" She whispered and this time the weight of telling her was on my chest, choking me. "Agreement-" I started causing her to nod and pull away her hands still on my neck, "I want us to feed off of each other through sex" I said and instantly the weight was gone.

What happens when you put lead singer of Heartline -Nova Carter and Vera Knox, guitarist of No saint- together? Lust? Hate?

The one where Odessa falls in love with her therapist

[COMPLETE] Her hands are under my shirt in seconds. She palms my breast through my bra and squeezes like she doesn't care if it leaves a mark. I cry out but the sound is muffled by her lips as her thumb flicks my nipple. "I hate you," I whisper. "Then hate me with your legs opened," she snarls, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind her. Her teeth scrape down my throat, biting at the skin just below my jaw until I hiss. My back arches as her fingers undo the clasp of my bra and when it falls her mouth is latching onto my nipple, sucking it so fucking hard I nearly scream. I grab her hair and yank her head back but the look in her eyes only makes me wetter. "Shut up and fuck me," I snap. She grins. "You don't give the orders." ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨 is the heir to an empire. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳 is a woman sworn to protect her. But the longer she keeps her alive, the more she wants to ruin her. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "In the shadows, we are all nothing but slaves to our darkest desires." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#gayaf (01/08/25)

Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

the LAST book for the assistant series. make sure to read the first and second book before reading this one. don't have a real description just find out.