She is a Pure Blooded Vampire, the youngest child of the Vampire Queen and the favorite. An extremely privileged life, away from the struggles most face everyday, including those from slaves. They are Pure Blooded Alphas. Slaves. One was a fighter, a performer for the undead in a kill or be killed Arena. The other bounced from owner to owner due to her obnoxious behavior and her loud mouth until being sold on auction. The three live in extremely different worlds, but, their souls are bonded. Mates they are. But is it even possible for a Princess and two Slaves to be together in the world of darkness where vampires rule over werewolves? Can they even love each other after the queen of the undead shackled the wolves in chains? It's hard to say.

"What did I tell you about taking your top off during dances?" I flinch at her tone but still answer immediately. "Not to." "And what did you do?" "I took it off. Val I'm sorry I-" Her hand on my throat squeezes hard before she speaks. "You best enjoy the rest of your night cause when you get home you're in for it bambina." * * * * * * * * * * * * Isabella Creed is a 22 year old stripper. Stripping or most would say her body is the reason she isn't on the streets. Every man and woman married or single in the city of New York knows of the brunette beauty. They see her but she doesn't see them. That is until she locks eyes with a silver eyed mystery of a woman. Valentina Ferrari is a dirty Owner and business women of Ferrari Captive Inc with too many ties to the underworld. She gets what she wants even if it means using force. She's always in control from work to the sheets. People say she has a temper span smaller than the streak of silver in her midnight black hair. When she sees the brunette goddess everyone speaks of she knows her next toy she'll play with. What happens when Valentina becomes fond of the girl and wants only to protect her? What happens when Isabella stops trying to escape Vals steel grip on her and instead finds comfort in it?

Caterina gave a small, amused hum, flipping a page of her magazine as though unfazed. "You'd be hotter if you weren't so mean." "And you'd be hotter if you cut the fucking attitude," Celine shot back, her voice dropping as she leaned closer, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Before I fuck it out of you." When Celine crosses paths with Caterina, the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, she expects a quick and simple plan to settle an old score. What she doesn't anticipate is Caterina's audacious counteroffer: a marriage of convenience that will grant Celine access she can not decline. Their uneasy alliance is fraught with tension-both the fiery, physical kind and the sharp clash of wills that comes from two women with their own dark pasts and hidden agendas. As they step into a world of wealth, deception, and ruthless ambition, their plan teeters on the edge of chaos, with one question looming large: Can they trust each other long enough to survive? Will they pull off the ultimate betrayal-or will their fragile bond bring everything crashing down?

"Who do you belong to?" Ezmeralda demanded, her tone sharp, the question more than just a claim-it was a command. "You-" Olivia groaned, struggling to finish the sentence as her body shook violently. "I belong to El Jefa," she sputtered out desperately, her pride dissolving in the heat of the moment. She no longer cared about holding onto any sense of self; the pleasure was too overwhelming, too good to resist. "Cum, pretty girl," Ezmeralda allowed with a satisfied smile, granting Olivia the release she so desperately craved. Olivia's birthday night takes an unexpected turn when she and her best friend, Phoebe, venture out in search of an authentic Cuban experience. Tired of the typical tourist spots, Olivia persuades a reluctant Phoebe to explore a local restaurant she remembered seeing from their taxi ride. Upon stumbling on something Olivia shouldn't have seen, the girls are thrust into a nightmare, held captive by Ezmeralda, who reveals her affiliation with the Cuban cartel. She gives them a chilling ultimatum: marry into the cartel or face certain death. Olivia, desperate to protect Phoebe, tries to negotiate, offering herself in exchange for her friend's freedom. However, Ezmeralda dismisses the compromise, making it clear that in the cartel, there are no negotiations - only orders and consequences. WARNING: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH OF A CHILD SMUT VIOLENCE USE OF SUBSTANCES this is a dark romance so please do not expect it to all sunshine and rainbows. all sexual scenes are consensual and legal. 🏆 #1 Cuba 🏆 #6 gxg

"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

When working at a failing high end restaurant in New York, Mariah Breaux knows every corner about scraping by. But when an unknown event is thrown at the restaurant by a notorious mafia, and she is asked to cater for their upcoming event for a large sum of money who is she to decline? Little did she know the event was to welcome the families new leader of the mafia, their daughter, Nova Casper.

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.

BDSM 18+ "𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢. 𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥," 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴. "𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. "𝘐-𝘐..." "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱," 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬, "𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯?" 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. Two obsessions. One girl.

A Parallax AU fic for those who know

𝑌/𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝐵𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑆𝑜 𝑌/𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑!!! 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎/𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑃𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑➪ 06-08-25 𝐸𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑➪ 09-26-25