The school's notorious bad girl and the girl that has the world's worst attitude problem somehow find themselves in a fake relationship... Who's Bound 2 fall in love first?

━━━━━ 𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝘼 ━━━━━ 𓆉︎Anúncio da primeira gravidez da Princesa Rhaenyra Targaryen foi recebido com uma expectativa que parecia vibrar no próprio ar de Porto Real. Após seu casamento político com Sor Laenor Velaryon, o herdeiro esperado não era apenas mais um príncipe Targaryen era o símbolo da união de duas das mais poderosas casas de sangue valiriano. Todos no reino, do mais humilde camponês ao mais influente lorde, tinham uma certeza seria um menino, um futuro rei dragão. O parto, no entanto, foi tão singular quanto a criança que veio ao mundo. O dia era de intensa agitação atmosférica, com uma chuva torrencial que, estranhamente, era atravessada por raios de um sol tímido, como se o céu estivesse em conflito sobre como receber a nova vida. O que nasceu não foi o tão aguardado príncipe, mas uma menina Daenys Velaryon. Desde o primeiro momento, Daenys foi uma pequena anomalia gloriosa. Longe da fragilidade esperada, ela era uma criança robusta e delicada, parecendo uma "bolotinha" de vida nos seus primeiros meses. Seus cabelos, finas mechas castanhas entremeadas por raros e inconfundíveis fios prateados, eram um mistério visual. Mas foi ao abrir os olhos que ela silenciou a câmara de parto. Um par de orbes de um roxo profundo, brilhante e inequivocamente valiriano, que pareciam conter a profundidade do Mar Estreito e a luz das estrelas. Dizem ou melhor fofocavam dizendo que a princesa era tão parecida com a Lady Laena Velaryon que poderia até mesmo ser da Lady já que a Princesa Rhaenys Targaryen, mãe de Laena Velaryon, tinha os cabelos iguais da pequena criança.𓆉︎

Dois anos atrás, Rayssa e Sn viveram um amor secreto, jovens intenso e verdadeiro. Mas com medo do julgamento da mídia fez Rayssa terminar, acreditando estar protegendo as duas. Agora, com 19 anos e uma carreira consolidada, ela reencontra Sn que acaba de volta de um intercâmbio. Muita coisa mudou, mas o sentimento, não. Determinada a não deixar o destino separá-las novamente Raissa está disposta a enfrentar o mundo e a si mesma para reconquistar quem nunca deixou de amar.

[GxG] [ITZY] [COMPLETED] "the last advice is for you to ask her out." Highest Ranking/s: #1 - itzy #2 - izone #2 - yujin #1 - ryujin #2 - yuna #1 - shinryujin #1 - shinyuna #1 - ahnyujin #3 - lia #1 - yeji

Aurélie Camille Rousseau was born into perfection - heir to a legendary champagne empire, the embodiment of grace and precision both on and off the court. She plays tennis like a masterful game of chess: calculated, controlled, and rarely letting her guard down. Selene Zara Bianchi is everything Aurélie is not: effortless charm wrapped in loose linen and men's tennis shorts, a pianist with fiery instincts and a mischievous smile that threatens Aurélie's icy composure. Daughter of financial moguls, Selene thrives on unpredictability, and she's determined to unseat Aurélie - in every way. At Westbridge International University, where the world's brightest young stars balance fame and future, Aurélie and Selene meet as rivals destined to clash. But beneath the serves, smirks, and scorching rallies, a different kind of game begins - one where the score isn't counted in points, but in stolen glances and impossible tension. In a world of luxury, legacy, and high stakes, how do you win when the lines between love and rivalry blur? ⸻ Selene stretched her legs out, loosening the muscles with a lazy grin. "Ready to lose, Rousseau?" Aurélie's eyes narrowed. "I don't lose." She adjusted her grip on the racquet. "Not to you." Selene laughed softly, the sound light and teasing. "Bold words for someone who's about to eat my serve." The ball flew over the net. Aurélie lunged, but Selene's slice clipped the baseline just out of reach. "Guess the sun's on my side today," Selene said, flashing a dimpled smile. Aurélie's jaw tightened. "The sun doesn't win matches. I do." Highest rankings: #1 in wlwrelationship #3 in enemiestolovers #8 in lesbian

A story of Ana and her reincarnation into Princess Amelia's body who is betrothed to General Marcia.. A/N: Slow burn romance focusing more on Ana's jorney to self discovery. A/N: Silver J is the author. I just brought back the parts i remember.

Lovely Montes a 19 year's old 1st year college student simple lang naman ang gustong makita ang maging okay na ang magulang niya. When suddenly changed her life because of her professor Zenerlie Arch Lacoste a 26 year's old, cold and strict professor na nagpatibok sa puso niya.

Title: Mrs. & Mrs. Elahi ( completed ) Description: When two of the most powerful families decide to merge their empires, they seal the deal with a wedding. Zara Elahi, the sharp and stoic CEO of her family's tech conglomerate, views the arrangement as a strategic move-nothing more. Lina Darzi, a bold and free-spirited fashion designer, sees it as a personal catastrophe. Zara hides behind her icy exterior, shielding her intersex identity and years of emotional walls. Lina, an outspoken lesbian with no patience for pretense, refuses to let anyone dictate her future. Their first meeting is a disaster, with insults flying faster than business proposals. But as they are forced into the spotlight-posing for cameras, dodging family meddling, and navigating awkward public events-the tension between them gives way to unexpected moments of vulnerability. Slowly, Zara and Lina begin to see past each other's defenses, discovering a connection neither anticipated. In a whirlwind of humor, heartache, and the constant chaos of family drama, Zara and Lina must confront their differences, their insecurities, and the undeniable chemistry threatening to turn this corporate merger into a love story. Mrs. & Mrs. Elahi is a hilarious and heartfelt journey of self-discovery, unlikely love, and two women learning that sometimes, the best deals come from the most unexpected partnerships. @All Right Reserved #lesbianromance #lgbt #GxG #intersex

ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴇᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇqᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴛʀᴀɪʟɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇɴᴇᴠɪᴇᴠᴇ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟ , ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙᴇʟʟᴀʀᴏꜱᴀ ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇʟʟᴀʀᴏꜱᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ , ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ , ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ , ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜɪʟᴅꜱ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ? ᴀʟᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ....

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.