"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚, 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. Written By: Tzipora Rosen Edited By: Leah C Benton

{Edited 7\1\23} She leaned closer to me and her lips landed on my own. I moan at the euphoric sensation. I absolutely love it. We pull away from one another, breathlessly. "You should go build your stuff..." She says, breathless. I nod and swallow the saliva gathering in my mouth from the anxiety. "Y-yeah..." ~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~ Quinn Garcia. Freshly out of high school, and off to the academy to special girls. Her mother died when she was 3, and her father despised her since then. Abusing her for having an extra organ. When she got to the academy, she was already depressed and self-conscious about her additional member. She hated it. She hated how she was born different. Can the girls help her heal? ~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~

{Edited 7\1\23} "Leave me the fuck alone!" They yelled at her. "Well, we're getting married so I can't." She says in her annoyingly sexy and smooth voice. *************************** ----------------------------- Leila Lopez, the head of the Spanish mafia. Being married off to an unknown person looked like a horrible idea at first. An Italian unknown person on top of that looked even worse. Zane Vitale. Il Capo. L'assassino. Numerous titles for an individual no one has ever encountered. But everyone heard of Zane Vitale. The powerful, ruthless, and savage Italian mobster. Making a deal with a Spanish man to make her business larger and stronger could never have been more complicated WC: 10,370 Per chap: 400-600 **********************--------------------------------*************************------------ All pictures from Pinterest. The plot and characters belong to me! Do not copy and or translate my book! All rights belong to me and if I find that someone does I will report them!

stud𝐱stud𝐱nolabel • wlw --- 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 • 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 • 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 Death usually tears people apart...but what if it were to bring them together instead? Grieving after losing a sister, a best friend and more, they notice themselves becoming closer. Hanging out more. Feeling like one's other half yet, something was still missing. Or someone. And they knew her all along. • • • • • • This Story Includes ~•~•~•~•~ - Talk About Suicide - Smut/Sexual Language - Substance Abuse - Bullying - Violence - Other Possible Triggers

【INCLUDES MATURE SCENES, READ AT OWN RISK】 Sex worker and escort, Milan O'Dair, knows all about rich people. He knows they're arrogant and extravagant and the men stink of cigars, while the women adorn themselves in the rarest of diamonds. They laugh at the poor, mock the needy and love to use him like a toy; fun for the time being but then easily forgotten. But that was the job, and at the end of the day rich people liked to flaunt their wealth to anyone who would pay attention, so they paid a lot for his services meaning the money was good and exactly what he needed. No one said it was easy to get by in the world, so if it took a bit of pain and tears then Milan was just going to have to tough it out. Besides, soon enough he would become a world famous painter, he was sure of it, he just needed to keep creating. And when living in a city like London and being very much estranged from his family, while also needing to afford expensive paints and canvases, so he didn't lose the only thing in his life that gave him any passion or meaning, money was a necessity and it helped to have it in excess. Then one day, Milan meets a mysterious man, at a gala dinner, who tips his world upside down. A God among mere mortals, who exudes such beauty that neither man, nor woman, nor other can resist his charms, a specimen like none other. No one knows anything about him, but that he is rich beyond belief and that you must never cross him. He is power, he is strength, and he is wealth. He is Valencio Osiris. ~~~~~~~~~ 'He looked like a lamb caught amongst wolves, but there was a fire in my little lamb's eyes, like he wouldn't allow himself to get eaten and I decided I just had to see if I could get a small bite.' ~~~~~~~~~ T R I G G E R W A R N I N G S: - mentions of sexual assault and trauma ~~~~~~~~

A monster. Cursed by the gods and feared by all. Medusa, the famed gorgon which turned those to stone with one look, had lost all hope in her life when she stumbled across that crying baby. She was ready to put the abandoned child out of its misery, but she wasn't ready to get attached. He was cursed too, and she couldn't help but see herself within him. And it was with that she decided to become his mother. Growing up with his mother in a shack in the forest, Nikolas was content with their life; until suddenly everything is thrown out of order when he loses his mother. But he refuses to let go so easily. He'll go anywhere to save his mother; even into the depths of Tartarus itself. This is the legend of Nikolas, the Son of Snakes. Volume 1 - The Son Of Snakes [In Progress] #1 greekmythology - 12/23/2022 #1 greece - 1/12/2023 #1 medusa - 3/27/2023 #1 original - 4/22/2023 #1 mythology - 5/18/2023 #1 fighting - 7/25/2023 #1 legend - 9/12/2023 #1 sliceoflife - 9/15/2023 (A Greek Mythology Harem Story) ***Notice. This story is inspired by Greece Mythology, but due to how much of a mess it can be and creative liberties not everything will be accurate***

They called her a monster. They never saw her break. After centuries of silence, Medusa lives alone in a forest of stone-haunted by gods, hunted by men, and burdened by a curse that turns love into ash. Her name, once sacred, is now a warning whispered in fear. But everything begins to change the day a blind witch named Nyxara steps into her world. Nyxara has survived exile, rejection, and a magic that heals as easily as it kills. She was cast out for being too dangerous, too different, too queer-and yet, the goddess Selene gave her a name, a purpose, and a vision: Find the Gorgon. Teach her she is not broken. As Medusa and Nyxara grow closer, so do the eyes of the gods. Selene watches with quiet pride. Athena watches with unraveling fury. And Medusa must decide if she can rewrite her story-not as a monster, but as a woman who survived the divine and still dared to love. A story of myth reclaimed, trauma unbound, and love powerful enough to turn stone into flesh again. DISCLAIMER: the story of Medusa that we all know and love is not from Greek mythology. This book is not inspired by Greek mythology. It is inspired by the poet Ovid that made a book named metamorphosis in the Roman mythology which told the tale of Medusa where she was born a human died of Gorgon please do not confuse the two. In the Greek mythology Medusa was born in Gorgon died of Gorgon she was part of the three sisters born to a sea deity she had no background nothing she was only known for having snakes for hair. In Roman mythology the poet Ovid dove in into her story with his own imagination which is a big part of the reason why she is always shown as a monster and not a survivor please remember that. Love you all

Mariah Jade Grey is 21 years old, freshly graduated, and trying to figure out what comes next. She's stylish, sarcastic, and guarded- always has been. After losing more than she ever talks about, she's learned not to get too close. Love doesn't stay. People don't stay. So she keeps herself safe: with ambition, independence, and the quiet ache of something missing. Kyra Reyes is 30 years old, the kind of woman with a camera in one hand and someone new on her arm- easy, unattached, free. Nothing ever sticks: not the girls she leaves tangled in her sheets, not the art that never quite feels finished, not the whispers about her being a player. But when it comes to Mariah, everything sticks. Every glance. Every laugh. Every moment that isn't supposed to mean anything, but somehow means everything. As their best friends build new lives and the city around them quiets down, Mariah and Kyra find themselves circling each other, drawn together by late nights, unspoken truths, and the weight of everything they won't say out loud. It's there in the way Kyra looks at her. It's there in the way Mariah never quite lets her go. And when the silence finally breaks, it changes everything. What they have isn't just friendship. But it isn't love. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Almost. But is almost ever enough?