"Bet she's doing it on purpose, huh? My little human loves playing chase." Irine glares at her from the other side of the room. "Appropriate words, please." "Right. Not human. Girlfriend." Zira tries the word in her mouth as if trying to memorize it. Two years together and she still can't get it right sometimes. Eline is her pretty human. But humans call this type of claim 'girlfriend', so Zira will have to adapt. For now. Irine nods, as if proud. "Correct. Now go catch her." ► Eline has three girlfriends, something her rich parents can never know. Except her girlfriends aren't exactly humans, something Eline was never supposed to find out. In the same universe as "Our Demon Girlfriend" ► Ongoing Lesbian, poly Published 14.8.2026

In Auradon, perfection is expected. But Princess Alex has always been a little bit broken. Born with mystical silver hair and golden eyes, she was adopted by King Beast and Queen Belle after her biological mother passed away before she could be banished to the Isle of the Lost. Though she lives in a palace, Alex's life is governed not by royal decrees, but by a hidden heart monitor strapped to her chest, a health watch synced to her pulse, and life-saving pills she must take every two hours on the dot. She is used to a quiet, controlled life of being monitored-until Prince Ben invites four villain kids to attend Auradon Prep. From the moment they arrive, Mal and Evie push every single one of Alex's buttons. They are loud, unpredictable, and entirely disruptive to her peaceful routine. Yet, the more Alex tries to keep her distance to keep her heart rate steady, the more she is drawn into their orbit. What starts as pure annoyance slowly melts into something deeper, warmer, and terrifyingly real. Alex is falling fast for both Mal and Evie-but loving a villain kid is dangerous, and loving two might just be more than her fragile heart can handle.

Lyria was a normal, ordinary girl where she lived near little coastal town run in the poor slums of the seventh territory of Abidan. The seventh territory is ruled by the cold Duke and Duchess of Valerian, ruling with a strict fist. However one day whilst on her way to work, Lyria gets taken away in a carriage towards the Valerian Estate and brought to the very rulers of the territory. She finds out she is their Lost Heir, their missing daughter. Come along with Lyria who uncovers secrets about herself, creating memories and friendships as well as rekindling love with her family.

Angel has spent years making herself small enough to survive. Quiet enough. Sweet enough. Easy enough to ignore. Then three vampire women notice her. And suddenly she's being held Like she matters, kissed like she's precious, spoiled with affection she doesn't know how to accept, and looked at with enough hunger to make her knees weak. Seraphine, Violet and Bianca are possessive, dominant, and terrifyingly protective. But for the first time in Angel's life... being wanted doesn't feel scary. It feels like home.

During her college years, Zara lost both of her parents, leaving her adrift and haunted by memories. Desperate to feel alive again, she sets out on a solitary motorcycle journey-only for it to end in a sudden, life-altering accident. When she wakes up, she finds herself in a place she doesn't recognize. Will she survive this strange new world? And can it offer her the purpose she's been searching for? ◎◎◎ #wlw #timetravel #mate #curse #wxw ◎◎◎ 🛠️ Under Editing! This story is currently being revised chapter by chapter. Some chapters may be updated to improve grammar, pacing, and overall quality. Thank you for your patience and support!

Grief is a funny thing. It can make you desperate, reckless - but for Ravina, it made her hungry. Hungry for an escape, for something different. She tried to find it in drugs, in alcohol, in other people's beds - desperate to sneak herself into someone else's version of normal. Ameira wasn't normal. She was trouble. And to Ravina, she was exactly what she needed: a contract promising wealth, power, and freedom...to any girl brave enough to step inside. But in Ameira's world, nothing comes free - and some prices are higher than they ever imagined. Then there's Noura-Ameira's partner in crime, and the kind of gang leader people whisper about. Dangerous, magnetic, loyal to no one except her own... until Ravina - so it seems. Ravina has a choice: return to the life that's nearly destroying her, or enter a world of power, pleasure, and danger she barely understands. What she doesn't know is that once she chooses them - Ameira and Noura 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡- there's no going back.

When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.

One moment I was just me... and the next I was in a world that shouldn't exist. Velmora. A place where blood runs like currency, rogues hunt in the dark, and a vampire princess keeps saving my life like I matter. She says I don't belong here. She says I'm human. A mistake. An anomaly that shouldn't exist. But the way she looks at me says something else entirely. I should run. I should hate her. I should never trust her. Because now I'm being chased, hunted, and protected by forces I don't understand... all while standing too close to a princess who looks at me like I'm either a problem... or a secret she refuses to name. She says I should fear her world. But I think her world should fear me... because I'm not supposed to exist here. And neither is what's happening between us. But in a kingdom where humans shouldn't exist... I might just be the one thing she can't let go of. This story is intended for mature readers (18+). It includes explicit intimate content and graphic violence. Please read with discretion. P.S. If you enjoy it, feel free to share your thoughts as you go-I genuinely appreciate your feedback 🧡

A twisted game of cat and mouse where the line between obsession and desire are blurred and the heart is the ultimate price. Vittoria Imperia Morano- The Empire's icy viper. The most ruthless and cunning queen of the underworld. A name that commands respect, feared by all who cross her path. With a single move, she manipulates, her presence as calculated as it is intimidating. To her enemies, she's a whispered threat of a woman who hunts in the shadows and strikes without warning. In her world of power and manipulation, loyalty is a luxury she can't afford, and betrayal is a lesson she's learned well. But one rule is certain: Surrender is weakness and victory is the only currency that matters. Daniela Citlali Navarro- North America's fiery tempest. A queen of chaos and rebellion, masked in beauty. She's fierce. Unyielding and lacking even the pretense of mercy. She does not yield, she conquers. And what she claims, she fights for. Her passions are all-consuming, driving her to pursue her desires with a hunger that cannot be satiated. "A loose cannon", they say, "A liability. She's not worth it", yet beneath everything lies a calculating mind that navigates the treacherous ways of her world with ease. And when you get too close, you realize, just like the others before you, why you shouldn't bet against Daniela Navarro.

In a pristine, watchful neighborhood where nothing goes unnoticed, Elizabeth has always been the quiet observer. When the elderly couple next door moves out, their once-cozy cottage transforms into something sharper, darker - and the new arrivals arrive under cover of night, bringing sleek black trucks and heavy crates. ©2025