Brooke Pierson has always found herself falling for girls she shouldn't be falling for. Including Jules Thornton, who just so happens to be the older sister of Brooke's best friend, who she just reconnected with after years of not talking. Even when Brooke was younger and closeted, she always found Jules to be attractive. Now Brooke is older, out of the closet, and is still into Jules as much as ever. Will sparks fly between the two women?

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

She ran from a monster... straight into the arms of a dangerous stranger. Wren Vale is twenty-one, bruised, and alone. After a lifetime of shrinking into the shadows to survive, she flees one night with nothing but what she can fit in her beat-up car. When her car dies on a rain-soaked road, she stumbles into the territory of the Shadow Legion MC - and into the path of their president. Knox "Ghost" Harlan is an ex-Navy SEAL turned biker: tall, inked, silent, and lethally protective. One look at the trembling girl with haunted eyes and fresh bruises, and something dark stirs inside the man who never lets anyone in. He should send her away. He doesn't. In the fortified heart of the Shadow Legion compound, Wren is safe from the world outside - but not from the man who has decided she belongs to him. A dark, possessive MC romance full of raw obsession, scorching tension, and a love fierce enough to heal even the deepest scars.

What started out as a romantic getaway, turned into Aurora getting dumped in the middle of nowhere by her boyfriend of three years. Stranded and alone, she comes across an abandoned manor. Or so she thought was abandoned... She quickly finds out that it's the residence of a dark and mysterious man. A man who prefers the sweet taste of blood for dinner instead of a nice steak. He's been alone for so long, the only presences in his home being his housemaids and occasional family stopping by, much to his dismay. So imagine his surprise when there's a new guest in his home. A guest that warms his ice cold skin and stirs a heart that hasn't beat before.

#𝟙 𝕚𝕟 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖 - ℕ𝕠𝕧 𝟚𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 | Jasmine Connelly was just trying to get home from work when an ancient, lonely vampire woman kidnapped her to make Jasmine into her pet. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Work was harrowing, and Jasmine wanted nothing more than to be in bed. Customers drove her mental, somehow more-so than her aggravating boss. Her short walk home was supposed to be time to decompress, but that night, it was so much more. It marked the start of her new life ... or afterlife. The last thing Jasmine remembered was the scent of roses on the breeze and the rustle of delicate fabric. Then a sharp pain, and then blackness. When she woke, it was in an unfamiliar bed, beneath an unfamiliar ceiling. Her entire body felt wrong, her skin foreign. In walked Opal, radiant and all-too familiar. She was the woman in the diner. Opal had been stalking her, and she had succeeded. She explained the truth to Jasmine. Opal was a vampire, and Jasmine was now her pet. Opal swore, beforehand, that this would be friendly. She just needed a companion who wasn't as old as those she knew. And humans, well, they expired too quickly for her taste. By the time she got attached, they were on their last legs. Like this, Jasmine could be with her forever and they could become the best of friends. Only, she hadn't counted on Jasmine's gravitational pull. One indulgence became two, became many. And Jasmine, she couldn't help but fall for the elegance of an ancient vampire. The two were not equal, though. Without a taste of her master's blood, Jasmine was at Opal's mercy. The only thing she could withhold from Opal was her body, and Jasmine had no desire to do so, yet also wanted nothing to do with being her servant. Oh, what a conundrum. ✨ Rankings ✨ #17 in Lesbian - Dec 2, 2024 #1 in Domme - Nov 27, 2024 #1 in womenlovingwomen - Jan 28, 2025 ☼ ~80,000 words ☼

Ella Quint is your average Light fairy-bright, with a laugh that tinkles like bells, and a love for all things sunny. But her junior year at Loriea University is anything but typical. This is the year every fairy must choose their life's path: a prestigious political career as a diplomat, or the dangerous calling of a warrior. Ella's destiny takes an unexpected turn when she's paired with Skylaur Sullivan, a wolf shapeshifter and a constant, if sometimes challenging, presence in her academic life. They're assigned to train as warriors, preparing to fight the Malevolent, a sinister dark force threatening to consume their world. As the lines blur between friendship and duty, Ella finds herself torn between her diplomatic aspirations and the strange siren call to Sky. Their clashing interests could either forge an unbreakable bond or doom them both. Will Ella find her place on the battlefield or in the halls of power? And can she and Sky overcome their differences to graduate, or will their combined failures spell disaster for the realm? RATED M FOR MATURE CONTENT English Straight (WxM)

Every omega is meant to be bound... but fate doesn't always play fair. Ray's twentieth birthday should have been the happiest day of his life-the night the Moon Goddess would choose his Alpha. But when the red thread revealed his bond, it didn't lead to the one he expected. Leo, his bonded Alpha, is loyal and protective-but Drake, the pack alpha who's loved him since childhood, will stop at nothing to claim him. Seven days until his first heat. One fragile omega. Two alphas. And a bond that shouldn't exist... A BL Omegaverse story of forbidden bonds, mpreg, and destiny's cruel choices.

She wanted peace. She was never meant to be a weapon. After fleeing the palace, Daella vanishes into the human world-determined to stay hidden, far from the men who swore to protect her... and from the magic that almost killed one of them. But the world does not wait for healing. The brothers are fracturing. The treaty is teetering. And enemies are circling, hungrier than ever. As a long-buried conspiracy rises from the shadows, Daella must decide: Hide from the power within her-or rise and rewrite the world with it. One woman. Three fates. No apologies. The Breaking is the third and final installment of The Offering Series.

The war has begun. With the fae realm under attack and the truth behind the King and Queen's murder finally exposed, Daella has been left behind-safe within the palace walls, far from the front lines where Alvaryn and Aeris now fight. But safety feels like a prison. Haunted by nightmares and aching with the loss of the men she loves, Daella struggles to control the changes unfolding inside her-power she doesn't understand and can no longer hide. Her only help comes from the last person she wants it from: Demwyn, the newly crowned King. Cold. Unyielding. Bound by duty. Forced into her life by obligation, not choice. But as war rages beyond the palace gates and secrets tighten like a noose, Daella and Demwyn are pushed together in a game neither of them want to play. Hate begins to blur. Trust begins to form. And in the silence between the chaos... something new begins to grow. Please follow and read along in their journey. Completed 9th March 2025 All rights reserved.

"K-Kane!" she gasped, her hands instinctively landing on his shoulders. He smirked. "What?" Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven. "Stop that." His hands slid over her waist, securing her in place. "Why?" She swallowed hard, eyes darting away. "You're making my heart beat too fast." Kane took her small hand and placed it against his chest. His heart was pounding just as violently as hers. "Like mine?" he asked, voice lower, more intense. By day, Kane is a tech billionaire, dominating boardrooms with his sharp mind and icy demeanor. By night, he's a ruthless underground boxer, unleashing his demons with every brutal punch. No one gets close-until Mona. She's small, shy, and too damn sweet for his world. With fiery red hair and innocent green eyes, she's the only softness he's ever known. But behind her hesitant smiles lies a dark past, one that haunts her in nightmares she refuses to talk about. When a storm forces her to stay the night, lines blur. One kiss turns into obsession. One secret could destroy them both. Can Kane protect her from the past she won't reveal-or will his own darkness consume them first? * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *