(gxg) Aboard the Scorned Woman, there is a crew pirates that hail from all five Baethean continents. They raid merchant ships and other pirates in the dead of night and take no prisoners. Releasing captured women, killing men, and wreaking havoc whenever they are on land the ladies of the Scorned Woman are notorious around Baethos. When a young woman with nothing but a determination to get as far from home as possible stumbles across the ship, she finds herself in a whole new world of steel, gold, and thievery. In this adventure, follow her into unknown political arenas, life-risking missions for gold, and falling in love, not just with the open seas. Cover Creds to: @xxsoteria

Eight years ago, Renata Vitali disappeared without warning. No explanation, and certainly no goodbye. Amara said goodbye to her at boarding school like everything was fine and by the time she got home for winter break, Renata was just... gone. Her number? Dead. Her socials? Deleted. Like she'd never existed. Amara Morrison learned quickly not to get attached to anything that could leave. In turn, she built something else instead. Control, structure, and a career that leaves no room for loose ends. Now, she's one of the youngest rising attorneys at LA's most ruthless firm. And Renata? Renata operates in a different world entirely. The kind where power is quiet, influence is inherited, and nothing is ever as simple as it looks. They haven't spoken since they were seventeen. Until Renata walks into a Century City conference room, drops a multi-million dollar case on the table, and asks for Amara by name. Only Amara.

"In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." - Robert Frost Parents dead at five. Homeless by six. By fifteen, she had already lost the only person who ever stayed. Theresa's life was never meant to be easy. Almost everything had been taken from her, piece by piece, leaving her with little more than what she could carry forward. Now twenty-one, she's trying to begin again-stepping into college later than most, choosing quiet over chaos, and leaving the past where it belongs. But the world doesn't forget so easily. And it certainly doesn't make room for people like her. Then there's Evangeline Torres. Perfect, at least on the surface. Beauty, intelligence, money-everything placed exactly where it should be, untouched and unquestioned. The kind of person people admire from a distance and avoid up close. Because once she speaks, the perfection cracks just enough to reveal something sharper beneath it. Cold. Untouchable. Unchallenged. Until she's paired with Theresa. Two lives moving in the same space, but never in the same direction. One built on control, the other on survival. Will either of them move forward? Or will they remain exactly where they are- caught in a state of inertia?

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!!! :)

"What is this?" "Nothing! Nothing- it's just-" "Bite marks, right?" - In a world where supernatural creatures only have one safe city to live in, Amalia is born a vampire outside that city. Raised and imprisoned in a research facility, her life turns upside down when the humans suddenly want to find out what would happen if they let her suck the blood of two other imprisoned sirens. Meanwhile, safely tucked within the walls of this city, siren Naia, faced with a terrible housing crisis, is forced to move in with two vampire strangers. As long as she doesn't have to sell her own blood to them in exchange for rent, she might just make it through with her sanity intact. The economy can't possibly get that bad, right? Two stories and possibly one too many vampires. - Lesbian Poly Ongoing

🔥FRESH NEW FANTASY ROMANCE 🔥 Females are meant to obey. To bow their heads. To survive quietly. She has never fit that mold. An outcast within her own pack, River endures daily punishment-bruises hidden beneath fur, defiance beaten down but never extinguished. She is weak in their eyes. Disposable. A reminder of what females are meant to be. Until the day a rival pack arrives... led by a female alpha. She is everything the world claims cannot exist-dominant, ruthless, magnetic. Her presence alone fractures centuries of belief. And when her gaze settles on the broken omega no one else wants, interest sparks into something far more dangerous. What begins as curiosity turns into possession. What should be protection becomes temptation. And what the world forbids ignites into a bond that could tear packs apart. Because some wolves were never meant to kneel. And some alphas don't ask for permission--they take.

All knew about the Silver Lady. The beloved ex fae queen who was rejected and casted away along with her daughters by her second chance mate after being together for a mere two centuries for not being able to bear him a male heir. While the fae were enraged by this, Astrid simply accepted the rejection and her crown taken from her before she went to the human realm where she has lived for the past seven years with her girls. Getting by, by running a shop. Selling herbs and potions. Her life at the edge of the city of iron was quiet. Even peaceful. Something Astrid never thought was possible for someone like her. But her peaceful life gets shaken when the gods decide gave her another mate. An annoying blond wolf pup centuries younger than herself. A pup who won't leave Astrid alone no matter how much the woman pushes the girl away.

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

My father was a fisherman. My mother was a whore. I was a product of my environment. I grew up in a small town, along the seaside. Everyone knew everyone, and nothing was ever private. It was like having one big, nosy family. So when I nearly drowned and was saved by not one, but three, mysterious women, you can imagine that it was the talk of the town. Father claims that they were mermaids. I claim that he's a mad man. On an unrelated note, three beautiful women just moved into town...

🌙 Silk and Steel 🌙 A sapphic forbidden fantasy romance A princess raised in silk. A knight sworn to steel. A desire that was never supposed to exist. Elyssa is wrapped in silk and destiny-traded like a crown jewel across dangerous lands. Thale is steel and restraint-her masked protector, unyielding, untouchable, and hiding far more than her face. But hunger doesn't respect vows. And secrets burn hotter in the dark. As tension tightens and armor begins to crack, Elyssa discovers that the greatest danger isn't the road ahead-it's wanting the woman sworn to deliver her to another's bed. Forbidden. Sapphic. Slow-burn and devastating. Some love stories are worth breaking kingdoms for. ✨ 🔞 18+ CONTENT WARNING 🔞 This story is intended for adult readers only. It contains explicit themes, sexual tension, sapphic romance, power dynamics, dark fantasy elements, and mature emotional content. If you are under 18, please do not read.