Simra Blanchard is seven years old and she already knows something is wrong. Her mama rules seven kingdoms and doesn't sleep. Her mother sharpens knives at midnight and smiles like a secret. They do not touch. They do not fight. They just watch each other across every room like they are waiting for something. Simra doesn't know what it is yet. She will. * Rowan Smyth has been planning this since she was fifteen years old and had nothing left. She has the mate bond. She has the mark on her neck. She has a daughter with her face and her wife's birthmark. A living, breathing reason to stop. She's not stopping. The bond breaks one way. She knows the cost. She's decided it's worth it. She just needs to stop looking at Simra when she thinks that. * Alessia Blanchard has ruled for two centuries on blood and patience. She knows what her mate is building toward. She has always known. She falls a little more in love with her every day anyway. A queen who won't stop. A hunter's daughter who won't forgive. A seven year old girl who loves them both and doesn't know she's the only thing keeping them alive. She wants mercy. Rowan wants blood. Simra wants her mother's. The war was never about the throne.

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled.(26/02/07) #1 in intersex.(26/11/07) #1 in gl.(26/11/07) #1 in lesbianlgbt(26/14/07)

لم تكن ترغب سوى في تحقيق أحلامها البسيطة، لكن ماذا تفعل عندما تظهر هي؟ قوية، جريئة، لا تقاوم، وضعف عمرها تقريبًا... أرادتها وكأنها الحياة نفسها. و بين رفضها وعدم قبولها، وقعت في لعبتها الجريئة، لتجد نفسها بين ذراعي أم حبيبها، وتصبحان ذاك العاشقان المحرَّمان. gxg_بالعامية الرواية جريئة. مُكتملة.

toni is forced to marry someone by her abusive father when she turned eighteen. she met cheryl blossom, leader of the largest mafia in the city. . . TW: child abuse, domestic violence - - idk how to write descriptions without spoiling the whole book so just read 😁😁🤩🤩😭😭😭

Taylor is the heiress to the Italian Mafia. Her father would only allow her to take over if she settles down. Willow is a normal girl kinda. Her father and mother have always despised Mher(she doesn't know why) They've abused her since she was younger. Finally they decided to sell her hand in marriage to Taylor. . the two stayed far away from eacheother during the show e theaaa medis a. they'd act loving in public but w inhen they were alone they avoided each other like the plague, only exchanging words with each other. I'm will this change? will they live happily ever after? read to find out 😉

"It's not that I don't want you doing this with me" she said closing her eyes tightly and putting her head back on the pillow as her hands gripped my waist. I put my hands on her chest as I kept moving my hips on her. "What is it then?" I asked her, trying my best to hold my moans in "it's the fact that your fucking.." she breathed heavily and tried to keep herself together so she can complete her sentence "..your fucking dad will kill me if he finds out about us having sex" I held her chin and kissed her lips "that's why we're not gonna tell him.." I said moving faster, her grip tightening on my hips "..it's gonna be our little secret" --- This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -use of weapons -Drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -murder and crimes

"She's fucking weird and different than us" she said laughing. It made me so angry. I wanted to punch her but she was right in some way. "You know what? You're right, she's different" I said and she nodded her head "exactly" "She's different because she's better than all of us" --- This story will include: -detailed sexual content -sexual assault -mental health issues -drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -family issues

What happens when a girl finds out she is actually a royal and the right heir of an island where only women should live in. Read and find out.

Lynnie, a 23 year old college dropout who's been living with her abusive mother. She has to work hard so she won't starve to death. She's been blamed for her father's death and her mother has been trying to talk to her deceased husband using multiple methods and it never worked. One day, a spell went wrong costing Lynnie her life.

Celeste closed the space between us, hand pressing against the tender spot she'd marked last night. I gasped. "That's mine," she whispered, fingers teasing possessively. "Every inch of your body... belongs to me." Her lips trailed my jaw, voice rough. "I want you trembling again. Want you to remember my name-every time someone even tries to look at you" Then her voice dropped, velvety and dark like smoke curling around my skin. "If I can't have you, no one can." ------------------------------------------------------- At twenty-six, Riley thought she knew what to expect from corporate life-long hours, endless revisions, and a boss who'd probably forget her name. She didn't expect Celeste Leclair. Sharp, stunning, and almost mythically untouchable, Celeste runs Leclair & Vale like a perfectly calibrated machine. She doesn't make small talk. She doesn't make mistakes. And she definitely doesn't do feelings. To Celeste, Riley is just another junior analyst. Until the day she isn't.