Might change the title idk...

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

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. . . tw: drug/alcohol use, detailed sexual content, profanity up and coming rapper goes from being bullied and not very known to being very popular in many ways

stud𝐱stud𝐱nolabel • wlw --- 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 • 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 • 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 Death usually tears people apart...but what if it were to bring them together instead? Grieving after losing a sister, a best friend and more, they notice themselves becoming closer. Hanging out more. Feeling like one's other half yet, something was still missing. Or someone. And they knew her all along. • • • • • • This Story Includes ~•~•~•~•~ - Talk About Suicide - Smut/Sexual Language - Substance Abuse - Bullying - Violence - Other Possible Triggers

Recurrence Spin-off! Lyric vs. The World Battling feeling left behind after her two best friends leave for college and the real world, what's her next move? Struggling to stay off the streets and getting caught up in girls, who's gonna be that voice of reason for her? The one ride or die she had all along. • • • • • A Black Queer/Lesbian Story

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"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

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...