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Evie - [wlw] by femmestories
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𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢... "I fell more in love with her every time I heard her laugh- even if it wasn't meant for me- and each moment she held my face in her hands just to look into my eyes. You don't just move on from someone like that. She's golden." . . . *Rated MATURE. Contains mentions of alcohol, mature scenes for the purpose of the story plot, and strong language. I own all the rights to this story. All of the characters are fictional and not based on any living person, otherwise it is a mere coincidence.
Valentina - [wlw] by femmestories
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The story of how a shy elementary teacher still exploring her sexuality becomes involved with two of her student's mother. - *Contains strong language, mention of alcohol abuse, and mature scenes solely for the purpose of the storyline I own all the rights to this story. This story is a work of fiction. All characters, names, businesses, events, and incidents are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. - *Originally had over 1 million reads *The story is completed but a rewrite is being considered in the future !! The original cover has been changed. Full credit goes to the owner of the photo (found on Pinterest)
Dance Till I Die (gxg) ✓ by moonsarai
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"I was ordered to kill you." 21 year old Mavis Griffon is a stripper for the Inferno night club when one night, a woman in a silver dress walks in. Calm, deadly, and a knockout blonde. There is something alluring about her, something intoxicating in the way she pulls out her gun and aims it at Mavis with words that will change her life forever. "I was ordered to kill you." Her eyes search mine, as though she is waiting for me to scream, to run, to fight. But I only let a smirk grace my lips, and I hide my trembling hands as I say, "Then what are you waiting for?"