In the hidden alleyways of Brooklyn, a barefoot Italian chef serves poetry on porcelain. In the glass towers of Manhattan, a fashion empire is stitched from silence and secrets. Their worlds were never meant to touch-until one tasting turns into a slow-burning collision. Sage Farina is fire and salt and soul. An openly intersex lesbian with ink-stained skin, a towering frame, and a heart as wild as her Neapolitan roots, she built her underground supper club Sale e Salvia as both sanctuary and rebellion. She cooks barefoot, quotes Neruda between courses, and has no patience for pretense. Vivienne Langford is elegance incarnate-CEO of a global fashion house, a master of precision, and a woman who's hidden herself behind tailored lines and spotless press releases. She doesn't do messy. She doesn't do risk. And she definitely doesn't fall for tattooed chefs who taste like summer storms and say exactly what they mean.

"If only i could pay the bills with my love for you, we'd be the richest in the fucking room." demitrakalogeras x gip oc ©77-luvr #1 in gip #1 in kalogeras #1 in demitrakalogeras

Raven is a young adult that is the upcoming alpha in her pack known as the Crimson Pack. It's her final semester and along with the pressures of it all, her fathers breathing down her neck about searching for her mate. Raven and her best friend Autumn are looking forward to their final year in school. As usual there are a few transfers that come to their school every beginning semester. However, one transfer catches her eyes. Her full attention and she found her name to be Grace. Her line of focus is graduating. Nevertheless she encounters some trials and tribulations. Family wounds that had been reopened, some truths that pushed her to a state of stress, but in the end she found her mate, until more secrets were overturned with it. What caters on down further maybe some drama will unfold along the lines. A rewritten version Note: if you dont like this sort of stuff then dont read it

Nash Evans Arrogant,cold, ruthless, a female billionaire entrepreneur, with a personality that makes people shake in their shoes. People are afraid of her and that's how she likes it, girls and men kiss the ground she walks on, and why wouldn't they? She is the epitome of hotness, with a figure that can wake the dead. It's really hard for someone to catch her eye and trust me when i say REALLY FUCKING HARD _______ Merida Mills Adorable, hot and independent, these are the three words could describe Merida, what happens when she gets the job of an assistant to the arrogant and cold, Nash Evans who also happens to be REALLY hot. _______ Read and find out the story of these two ________ This story idea is from one of my friends, she told me to write, so this is an original mine and hers, and yes this is a story about a girl with a dick. •Contains smut •Lesbian story •Characters belonged to me yay

"Yo waddup my name's Trinity but i go by Ty....." follow Ty on her journey of being a 16 year old Sophomore who falls in-love with the hottest gang leader in south Bronx, New York. Co- written by @thenames_drea

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

A sweet, kind-hearted teacher and a player. What could go wrong?

Should the past be left in the past? Book cover by Soliza1902

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] shes the perfect dom for me.

A short Christmas Romance : : : I was enthralled with the crimson frosting, green glitter, and sprinkles as soon as I opened wrapper of my donut. All my concern appeared to dissipate as I nibbled into the delectable pastry, that was, until Darius said. "Can you not moan? It stiffens my cock." I hurled, disgusted by how vile she can be. She was extremely stunning and attractive, but her conduct was not. "Couldn't you not tell me about your little peanut." "Baby, this will put you in a wheelchair," she chuckled, her tone dripping with confident.