21-year-old Sorina Claire, a fearless vampire huntress and leader of the hunter's species, determined to eradicate the vampire affliction that has plagued humanity for centuries. Her mission became personal after the devastating loss of her parents at the hands of the ruthless, bloodthirsty creatures. When Sorina comes face to face with Sybil Eve Rosewood, the queen of the vampire species, her life and morals are turned completely upside down. An undeniable attraction sparks between them despite their deep-rooted enmity. The situation becomes even more complicated with the arrival of Sybil's stunning yet rebellious sister, Carmilla Lace Rosewood. Carmilla, with her own unsolved emotions and hidden motives, soon becomes another temptation in Sorina's heart. Torn between her loyalty to her species and her growing feelings for both sisters, Sorina must navigate a dangerous love triangle, with each woman offering a different kind of allure-passion, connection, and devotion.

Malia baker, a normal 17-year-old girl who's life is full of grief and despair since her mother passed when she's was only ten-years-old, now only having a dad who is a work alcoholic and obsessed with the a-lore of vampires, the daughter of the police man must find a way to move past her grief alone, when one day she meets an unexpected stranger-mysterious grave yard girl, also know as Kylie cantrall. The sparks are instant between the two girls and Malia finds herself falling for Kylie the second she lays eyes on her, however Kylie's intentions with the pure-hearted innocent girl are nothing but tragic and brutal. Secretly a 125-year-old vampire Kylie has a plan to get revenge on the man who killed her past lover of over a hundred years-the vampire claiming to be heartless and evil finds herself trapped with feelings for a human. She finds complications along the way and suddenly everything falls apart when she realises that Malia baker has stolen her heart. What will she do now? Will she continue her quest for revenge or will she abandon it for the chance of finding love again... This story includes: ⚠️ Smut SA Suicidal thoughts and tendencies Death/blood and violence Homophobia Self harm Depression Addiction 2nd in #kylia ~ 28/04/25

Eloise grew up in the shadows of an illegal organization - trained, shaped, and scarred into the perfect weapon. Known for her temper and defiance, she was always the rebel among soldiers, the flame that refused to die out no matter how much they tried to break her. But when Cassandra - the cold, calculating leader of the organization - chooses Eloise as her Chosen, everything changes. Whether it's out of spite, fascination, or the desire to mold her into something unrecognizable, Cassandra turns Eloise's rebellion into a game. A dangerous game of power and control. Of loyalty and obsession. Of love that burns as much as it destroys. Because in a world built on violence and lies, being Chosen doesn't mean being saved. It means being owned. And Eloise is about to learn that even the strongest flames can be trapped in glass. - a new whole different ride my lovelies a/n

A lesbian Romance : : : : I grumbled awake, feeling my body in a weird posture, and my eyes opened to find a flock of black strands for a wall. It didn't take long for my eyes to register that my arms couldn't move. I shift my head around, attempting to push the strand away, but my now-ragged breath was ineffective. I wasn't really bewildered. I knew just where I was. I knew I was bound to the blasted head board. Karib thinks this was a game? I had successfully pulled the strands away to see just that. My hands spread out like a bird's wing, with both wrists connected to the head board. My eyebrows furrowed as I quickly became aware that I was nude. My respiration quickened, as though I were pursuing my own shadow. I wasn't lying on my back. I was on my knees, my back arched, and I trembled as I realized my entire lower body was exposed to her. "Karib!" I shouted in a panic.

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

Princess Yasmin caught my chin- and claimed my mouth. The taste of stolen sweetness dissolved into heat as she kissed me-slow, consuming, deliberate. Not hunger. Control. My breath faltered. Her fingers slid to my throat, light but owning, while her other hand caged me against the wall. I didn't move. Couldn't. She took her time-every press of her lips deeper, sharper, undoing me piece by piece. A broken sound slipped out before I could stop it. She pulled back just enough, her breath hot against mine, eyes dark with something dangerous. "You think you're clever," she murmured. Her lips brushed mine again-soft, taunting. "You're not." Then she stepped away, composed, untouchable. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." ❃❀✿❁✾✤ Princess Yasmin of Solmira-calm, powerful, and known for her striking beauty-is not someone people get close to. She's kind, but distant. In control. Untouchable. Until she saves the wrong person. Althena was supposed to be just another life spared-a stranger pulled from death and given a place within the palace. Instead, she becomes a disruption Yasmin can't ignore. Bold where she should be silent, fearless where she should bow, Althena challenges her... and flirts like she has nothing to lose. And for some reason... Yasmin lets her. What starts as tension turns into something deeper, something neither of them planned. But Althena isn't just a survivor. She has another identity. A darker purpose. And her presence in Solmira is anything but an accident. Now, with secrets growing and feelings getting harder to ignore, one thing becomes clear- Because when darkness finally meets the light... one of them might not make it out the same. #wlw #enemiestolovers #slowburn

Celeste thought her life was perfect-until the night that shattered everything. At 21, she had it all: love, stability, and a future she believed in. But on Valentine's Day, a night meant for roses and promises, her world crumbled. Betrayed by the woman she loved on their first anniversary, Celeste's heartbreak should have been the worst part of the evening. It wasn't. That same night, she was taken-kidnapped by a woman who was everything her ex wasn't: dangerous, powerful, and merciless. Raven Cantié, known in the criminal underworld as La Louve Noire-The Black She-Wolf-isn't just a mafia boss. She's a legend. Sadistic, manipulative, and irresistibly charismatic, Raven doesn't ask. She takes. And what she wants now is Celeste-fragile, whose innocence fascinates her like a flame calling to a predator. But what Raven doesn't expect is that the girl she saw as prey might be something else entirely. Because Celeste isn't just fragile. She's fire wrapped in fear, and there are things inside her even Raven can't control. Will Raven tame her favorite possession, or will Celeste be the one to burn the wolf alive? A story of obsession, trauma, twisted power, and a darkness that blurs the line between love and control. • • • • Trigger warnings:kidnapping, drinking, smut, degrading, blood, beating, killing, very graphic tortures , SA, rape, drugging, a lot of swears etc. It's 18+ story with mature scenes and graphic content. You're reading this on your own responsibility! Nr2 in #torture 21.01.2026 Nr1 in #risk 21.01.2026 Nr1 in #prey 22.01.2026 Nr2 in #lesbian 05.04.2026

She's a barista who'd rather stay invisible. She's a billionaire who can't stand not being seen. Amelia Carter thought independence meant staying small, quiet, safe. Victoria Hale thought power meant never being vulnerable. She's twenty-one, stubborn, and mute. She's thirty-two, ruthless, and untouchable. Coffee. Silence. Chess. That's how it started. A billionaire who always wins- and a girl who refuses to lose. She moves her pawns carefully. She doesn't play by the rules. But what happens when the girl with nothing and the woman with everything start playing for keeps? Would it just be a game...or the beginning of something neither of them can control? Because when hearts get involved... who's really making the next move? And when love is the prize... who ends up in checkmate? ~~~~~●~~~~●~~~~●~~~~●~~~~●~~~ #1 chess #1 billionairelove #4 lesbianromance #5 unexpected

⚠️this book is like 80% smuttt again if not 18+ don't click pls⚠️ Innocent. Sweet. A perfect angel. At least that's what they're supposed to believe. Isabella comes home at twenty-one with a smile too pure to question and a hunger sharp enough to cut glass. She doesn't run from devils. She tempts them. Provokes them. Dares them to lose control. And Valtora is the perfect devil for her. She knows exactly who Valtora is- off-limits, untouchable, a liability written in blood. A woman who built her empire on discipline and fear, who enforced the rules with violence and never allowed herself a weakness. Until Isabella. Isabella doesn't want protection. She wants to be chosen. She wants to belong to one woman and one woman only- the one she's dreamed of kneeling for long before she ever came home. She wants to be broken. Claimed. Ruined. And she knows Valtora will never look at her the way she wants... unless she makes her. So she comes back with a motive. A plan. A slow, deliberate game designed to make even the strongest devil crack. Valtora has no mercy. No softness. No room for mistakes. Until Isabella walks back into her life-grown, fearless, and far too aware of the power she holds. In a city ruled by men, Valtora is the devil they answer to. Isabella was forbidden. Off-limits. Untouchable. Valtora swore she'd never want her. Never need her. Never claim what could destroy her empire. But desire doesn't ask permission. The line between protection and possession blurs. Control turns into craving. And kneeling stops being a game. Because once Valtora decides Isabella is hers, there is no world where she lets her go. Not alive. Not breathing. Not ever. Kneeling isn't submission. It's a promise. And Valtora always collects what's owed. Will attraction, obsession, or even love be enough to stand strong in a world where love is seen as a weakness?

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝔸𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕫, the 29 year old heir to the Spanish mafia, ridiculed by her mother and father's overwhelming love her entire life, is faced with a dilemma that could potentially stop all that she has ever lived for. "Until you find the woman your cold heart starts beating for, you will never have this mafia."