Maxine Crawford had always embraced life on her own terms-calm, reserved and unafraid of any chaos that came with it. But what she never expected was for her return to her local high-school to unravel everything she thought she knew. Annabelle Quinn had always been a quiet, kind hearted, high-school senior, someone Maxine had barely acknowledged growing up. Annabelle was nothing more than her brothers good friend, someone who had always been "off limits" to her. When Maxine begins volunteering at the school, she starts seeing the girl in a new light. Behind those soft eyes, and gentle smiles, there was also a darkness, a web of secrets Anna had kept hidden for years. As Maxine becomes more entangled in Annabelle's world, she finds herself drawn to her, despite every instinct telling her to stay away. Their connection is undeniable, but some bonds are more dangerous than they first appear. (editing in the process)

Princess Yasmin's hand caught my chin. Then- Her lips crashed onto mine. My eyes snapped open. The cold sweetness of the nectar mingled with warmth - hers, mine, impossible to tell anymore. Her mouth coaxed mine open further, taking back what I had stolen. Slowly. Thoroughly. Not a rush. A reclamation. Her lips moved with such control it made my knees weaken. It wasn't just a kiss - it was a statement. You don't win against me. My body tensed, trapped between wall and woman - royalty and rebellion. Her fingers slowly slid from my jaw then to my throat, brushing the skin there like she owned it. Her other hand planted firmly beside my head, holding me there, commanding. I didn't resist. I couldn't. Every movement of her lips was deliberate - drawing out the flavor, the heat, the punishment. She didn't let a single drop escape. I melted into her kiss. Or maybe I burned. Her tongue flicked the roof of my mouth. She tasted the last hint of sweetness and didn't stop. I let out a muffled sound - somewhere between a gasp and a groan. She finally pulled back, barely an inch, breath grazing my lips. Her chest rose and fell against mine, both of us unsteady, caught in the aftermath. "You think you're clever," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes darkened in a way I'd never seen before. I blinked, still stunned, lips parted. "You're not," she said, lips brushing mine again - featherlight. Then she stepped away. Just like that. Back straight, chin high - as if nothing had just happened. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." Story Description: The Shadow Reaper - born of vengeance, trained to kill, untouched by mercy. Until she meets Princess Yasmin - beautiful, calculating, and dangerously in control. A cold-blooded assassin and a calculating princess collide in a battle of power, desire, and control-where every kiss is a challenge and surrender is the deadliest sin.

The elevator opened probably at my stop and closed again. I could feel her smirking against my cheek, "Wait, did you not tell your friends how you begged me to fuck you?" she asked, chuckling a bit. "No," I said way too fast. "Wait, I meant I didn't say anything because nothing happened, we're going to forget about it," I said, forcing my eyes open and pushing the warmth away. "And if I don't want to forget it?" she asked, moving down to my ear. I gasped as she kissed right below it. "You have to. We..." I trailed off, my head falling back against the wall on its own, "We can't." "Why can't we?" she asked. "We want the same things, whether you're willing to admit it or not," she whispered, then kissing the spot again. "There is nothing to admit. I got over you," I said, repeating what I said last night, even as my body said something completely different. She let me go, stepping back. "Look me in the eye and tell me you're not turned on," she said, looking at me dead in the eyes. We both know I was, but I was definitely not going to say it. "I'm not," I sighed, trying and failing to sound convincing. "You're excuse for last night is that you were drunk. What's your excuse this time?" she asked, that annoying smirk coming back. ---------------------- Emryn and Avani have been best friends since they were kids. A tragic accident separated them, but what happens when Avani returns to work with the chief just to get to Emryn? Will they find themselves where they were six years ago? Will they be able to pick up their friendship as if nothing had happened? Stick around to find out!! ;) Not a slow burn!!! :)

Second Book from The Empress Series. In an empire carved by steel and sealed with blood, there reigns an empress whom no one loves. Crowned too young and hardened too quickly, she rules from a throne forged in suspicion. The nobles whisper that she is heartless. The commoners call her cursed. Even the Holy Church watches her every decree with cold disdain. To them, she is a tyrant wrapped in silk and shadow - a ruler who protects her empire with ruthless precision, caring little for how history will judge her. Yet behind closed doors, beneath the weight of a crimson crown, she carries the loneliness of a woman who was never allowed to be weak. When famine creeps through the southern provinces and rebellion sparks in the capital, the Church announces the emergence of a Saintess - a divine maiden said to be chosen by the heavens themselves. She rises not from nobility, but from the forgotten slums swallowed by the empire's darkness. Radiant, gentle, and impossibly kind, she becomes the people's new hope. Where the empress is feared, the saintess is adored. Where the empress commands, the saintess heals. They should have been enemies. Their first meeting is not marked by thunderous confrontation, but by silence - a long gaze across a cathedral lit by dying candlelight. The empress expects judgment in the saintess's eyes. Instead, she finds something unfamiliar... understanding. As political tensions tighten like a noose, the Church pressures the saintess to denounce the crown. The nobles scheme to use her as a symbol to dethrone the empress. Rumors swirl that heaven itself stands against the throne. But the saintess walks a dangerous path. They fell in love. She visits the palace not as a rival, but as a quiet presence. She speaks not of divine condemnation, but of burdens shared. Their closeness becomes the empire's greatest scandal. Will they become each other's salvation - or the empire's final downfall?

Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel.

Riven, is a shy junior with a secret crush on her sister's best friend Gwen, a popular senior. Can she confess her feelings while planning the biggest senior trip of the year?

Astrid Lucien Lysander, a brilliant doctor with a heart that burns too fiercely, has everything she thought she wanted - a career built on compassion and a boyfriend who loves her without condition. But when she crosses paths with Zammirah Veyraux, a powerful businesswoman who hides her loneliness behind elegance and control, desire sparks where it shouldn't. In a world where love can heal or destroy, Astrid must choose between the safe life she's built... and the dangerous pull of the woman who could unravel it all.

INTERSEX STORY Trapped in her world.

♪ "I want some of your brown sugar..." Started: 13 July 2022 Finished: 28 July 2025

Lilith Hawthorne is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She works hard to build her career and keep things running smoothly. At the same time, she loves deeply but carefully, making sure her feelings go to the right person. She has learned to protect her heart and waits for someone who matches the way she feels. Where Lilith is full of feelings and unpredictability, Valentina has her life sorted out. They come from different worlds and have different ways of living, but what if that's exactly why they fit?