The knife kissed his throat-cold and very precise. ❝Don't move,❞ Morgana's voice said behind him. ❝Not a muscle.❞ Sage froze. He felt her breath at his nape, warm against the blade's promise.She knew exactly where to place a blade. ❝How did you get out of your room?❞ he asked calmly. ❝Step forward.❞ He obeyed. She guided him through the narrow corridor, backing him against stone, trapping him there. The knife pressed closer now-close enough to hurt. ❝Drop your sword.❞ It hit the floor. ❝You're going to get me out,❞ she said. ❝Out of your reach. I don't care where you send me-as long as I never have to see Procris Saxon again.❞ Sage smiled faintly. ❝And why would I do that?❞ The blade bit, just barely. ❝Because if you don't,❞ she said, ❝I finish what I started.❞ Silence coiled between them. Then Sage moved. In a breath, the knife was his. Her back met stone. His forearm blocked her escape, the blade resting beneath her jaw. ❝You bastard,❞ she hissed. ❝Careful,❞ Sage said softly. ❝Any movement, and this becomes... unfortunate.❞ Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath the knife. He felt it. She knew he did. ❝Do it,❞she said. ❝You've wanted to since the day we met.❞ Sage leaned closer,Their eyes locked. ❝Tell me,❞.he said slowly , dangerously,.❝why I shouldn't.❞ *** Power is never inherited cleanly. It is taken-by fire, by blood, by betrayal. Sage Saxon, High Marshal of Wein, is the Queen's most loyal weapon-and her most dangerous liability. What he does not have is freedom.And Morgana Hawthorne is nothing but a pawn to get that freedom -THE CROWN.Or at least that's what Sage thought. Morgana of Bellorophen wants none of this. But when survival demands a contract sealed in vows,she has no option but to marry the man she vowed to kill. Their marriage was designed to end. strategic , temporary, and controlled. Love, unfortunately, does not follow design.

Two schools. Four girls. Three couples. One story full of secrets. Welcome to the world of MKIS and GIS, where friendships bloom, rumors spread, and every connection hides a story. 🎀✨ ~ NS Creations

This is a story set in the 1950s. A time when women need permission for almost everything- where they work, what they say, even how loudly they are allowed to exist in a room. The story follows a woman named Ophelia. A wife. A secretary. A woman learning how to survive inside rules she did not write. Her life is ordinary in all the expected ways. Until she is fired for speaking when she should not have, and sent into the orbit of a woman who should not be as powerful as she is. A female CEO, in a world built to make women small. Ophelia is not supposed to look at her too long. But she does. And in a world where men decide what is proper, what is allowed, and what is dangerous, two women are not meant to choose each other. But they do. Now love is not gentle. It is not safe. It is something that has to survive scrutiny, control, and consequences. And Ophelia is no longer sure whether what she is risking. Is it her reputation... or her entire life. #1 opression #51 matureaudience #8 feminism #29 sapphic #5 1950's #61 bisexual

"Forgive me Lord for I had sex with Lucifer's daughter" It's Hell on Earth when the Dark Lord's daughter starts Highschool and she's nothing you'd expect *Warning. Sexual content* ------------------------------------------------- [Highest Rankings] #1- Lesbian #1- Lucifer #1- Lesbian Fantasy #1- girlxgirl #1- Wattpad Pride #1- Trending #1- gxg

My own poem collection. "ThoughtsWrittenInInk" I hope you guys like it XOXO❤️ #14 In poems #6 randomness #22 Poem book

For thousands of years, men have ruled empires and civilizations. They said it was by law, by tradition, dating way long back, since the first creation. I was raised to be a perfect daughter. A perfect bride. A mother to a son, who would inherit a power I was never allowed to touch. But I learned the laws they used to silence me. I watched the councils that underestimated me. And I realized something they never did. Power was never theirs by right. ----- This is my story. The story of how I broke thousands of years of tradition. The story of how I defied my father, and became the first woman to rule my tribe, and soon... My empire. This is the story of The First Tribal Queen.

"does It bother you?" I asked. She didn't answer right away. And that was answer enough. "I don't get why you're asking," I said, heat creeping into my voice, "you don't get to-" "I was just wondering" she said immediately, "if there was... Something." I laughed sarcastically. "why?" I asked. "so you can decide how to feel about it?" Celeste straightened. "that's not fair." "neither is this," I said. "you can't just walk back into my life and-" "I didn't walk back in," she said, "work did. "yet you stayed," I shot back. Silence fell between us. My chest tight, and my hands rolled into a fist before I realized it. "I can't be with you." I said, suddenly. Celeste froze. The words lodged in my throat, it felt suffocating, but I forced them out anyways. "I can't be with you." I repeated. My voice breaking. "because I'm always a mess when I'm with you." My vision blurred, I wiped my face angrily hating myself for crying when I don't really feel like crying. "I don't know why, but I'm always a mess when I'm with you, and I hate it. I hate that I lose control. I hate that I feel too much." Celeste didn't move, nor did she interrupt. So I kept going. "it's like... Every part of me that I hide from the world just- shows. The insecure parts. The desperate parts. The crazy and unpredictable parts. The parts that I worked so hard to bury." my chest felt compressed and heavy. "no matter how hard I try to be composed, to be better. To be normal- I always fall apart with you." I laughed sarcastically, "and I hate that version of me..." "Solene," she said softly. "I loved that messy part of you." she said. "that's why I fell inlove with you back then. And that's why I-" She held back, her hands now curling into fists. "that's what makes you special. That vulnerability. That honesty. It makes you... You." "you don't understand". I protested. "I do. I do because, when you're with me, you're real. And I never wanted you to be anything else."

"In a kingdom ruled by greed and bloodshed, Wolf survives and hides behind a jester's smile. Amelia, the youngest princess of the Royal family, is too kind for a court built on corruption. When the king dies and the fight for the throne begins, her kindness becomes a weakness others are eager to exploit, and eager to dispose of. Surrounded by enemies and false allies, a jester and a princess stands in the edge of survival. Secrets are whispered in laughter, and loyalty is tested in silence. She, who is willing to die for her people- nobles, commoners, and slaves alike. He who would gladly be the devil himself just for the sake of her. How will they survive? " -TWink