18+ Readers Only!! "I woke up with a cheap ring on my wedding finger," Mona told her. Minerva went quiet. "What?" "It's real shitty craftsmanship too, Minerva. I don't know who bought these or who's selling 'em but Christ they gotta stop. Do you have one?" "Unfortunately," Minerva muttered, and Mona could hear her shifting in the bed. "Oh," she breathed finally, "that's... interesting." "What?" "It appears we are married." Mona started laughing. "Nice one, Iva. What's next? You're pregnant and I'm the father?" "Mona I'm serious." "No you ain't." "I've sent you a picture." Just as she finished speaking, Mona's phone chimed and she pulled it from her ear, putting Minerva on speaker. Sitting in their chat was a picture of a certificate. A certificate that stated they were, in the eyes of the law, married. "Fuck me," Mona said, staring at the picture. "How did this happen?" "I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know?" "I don't know," Minerva replied firmly. "What do you remember?" "Nothing!" "Wonderful," Minerva groaned, "absolutely perfect." *********************************************************** Minerva Edevane - a multi-billionaire who is also an heiress to a Scottish fortune that is thousands of years old. Mona Ariti - a traumatised young woman with mummy issues, and also the youngest sister of Minerva's best friend. When the two of them go to a bar in vegas and then wake up the following morning with no memory of the night except for a wedding certificate, they've suddenly got to act like this was the plan all along. That they didn't get heinously drunk and accidentally get married. There are many people that don't want them together, many people that try to tear them apart and hurt them. It's a story of heartbreak, of pain, of trauma, but also of love and comfort and the wonderful things that finding your soulmate can do. Content Warnings: Medical Torture SA Gore Blood Murder There is a discord server for this book.

[WLW] [txs] A twisted, undying roulette of hearts. Calista Hawthorne is a 18-year-old senior nearing the end of her final high school year, who struggles with her troublesome relationship with her supposed sweet girlfriend. But love isn't the only thing on her mind she juggles: the dream of being an author. Another issue emerged from the surface when recent murder cases brewed within the community of beloved New York City; her English teacher has suddenly quit. Prior to the news of her former teacher, Calista find herself unexpectedly meeting her new English teacher. As the brand-new teacher, Valencia Mortimer appears composed and considerate to many. But two sides on one coin, she express an unknown interest in Calista's literary work beyond admiration. What felt "coincidental" upon first counter comes haunting Calista in the long run.

When Evelyn begins her senior year, the last person she expects to see in her classroom is the mysterious woman she met while working at the diner. Ms. Hartley quickly realizes there's more to Evelyn's life than she lets on, and what begins as concern slowly turns into a bond neither of them expected. But some connections come with consequences-especially when they cross a line that should never be crossed.

Elizabeth/Ms. Wilson 30 University professor during the day, HOT mafia boss bitch at night Lily Smith 23 Student who (eventually) is so unbelievably smitten for her Ladies, it's got the age gap, the teacher x student, mafia boss, enemies to lovers, tension, slow burn, "who did this to you", "touch her and I'll kill you", stargazing where one admires the actual sky and says it's beautiful while the other one agrees yet her eyes are only on the girl beside her, angry love confessions in the rain, tooth rotting fluff and the HOTTEST sex ever. And so much more. It's got every single trope I know my desperate little loves need ;) ~ ACTUAL SUMMARY: Lily hates her. She hates that smug look on her face when she walks into the classroom like she owns the place. She hates the smirk that appears on those devastatingly beautiful, plump, soft looking lips whenever she catches Lily's eyes ogling her. She hates her cold, commanding tone. Her to-die-for body. Her breathtaking hazel eyes. The way she sounds so hot when speaking French. The way she rests her pen between her mouth while she reads over exams which ignites a burning jealousy in Lily of said pen between sinful lips. So yeah, Lily very much hates her. It doesn't help that Ms. Wilson is the meanest, coldest bitch to ever set foot on earth and is hell bent on making Lily's last semester unbearable. But in between their heated arguments, shared glances, and mutual feelings of hatred, lies secrets neither of which are prepared to unravel. Ms. Wilson. Her university professor during the day. But the leader of the most deadly mafia at night? Could she get any hotter? Ehem I mean terrifying? As they both become apart of each other's lives without meaning to, lines begin to blur and feelings rise to surface. But along with the million other reasons why Lily SHOULD walk away, only one makes her heart ache unbearably. I surpassed my word limit so I guess you'll just have to read and find out what ;)

A Secret Affair Short Novel : : : : "Are both of your hearts beating, Mia?" I couldn't remember having two hearts. "Wha-" My body was being forced against the bed. "Spread your legs, Mia." "Wha? No." "There's nothing wrong, it's just you repaying me." A raging pervert. Her behaviors last night were not those of a polite lady. It was her being a pervert that allowed her to subsequently take advantage of me. Regardless, I spread my legs.

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

"Let go of me right now, or I swear I'll scream!" Sophia's voice quivered with escalating frustration and fear. "Go ahead, do whatever you like, Sophia. Just remember, we're married-I own you!" Alex replied coldly. Sophia's fear surged as she processed Alex's words. She struggled desperately to free herself, but Alex's grip was firm, and with her other hand pressed against the wall, Sophia found no way to escape. "That smart mouth of yours needs to learn its lesson-and not just the mouth, but the one who owns it too. So tell me, dear wife, have you ever been touched by a woman before?" Alex asked coldly, her eyes locked on Sophia as she struggled to break free. Sophia's eyes widened in disbelief at Alex's words. It was clear she had lost her mind. Her heart pounded heavily with fear, dreading what Alex might do next. "Alex, please, I beg you-don't do this. Let go of me, please!" Sophia pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. Alex merely laughed, clearly enjoying Sophia's visible fear. It was evident that her question had struck a nerve. "Alex, please, just let go of me." Sophia continued to beg, but Alex remained unmoved, seemingly deaf to her desperate please. "Let me tell you a secret, Sophia." Alex whispered, slowly bringing her face closer to Sophia's ear. She inhaled deeply, taking in the subtle scent from her neck, her lips barely grazing the sensitive skin. "Begging turns me on." Alex whispered in her ear, her breath warm and unsettling as she softly bit down on Sophia's earlobe. Alexandria Van Leeuw and Sophia de Jongh are bound by an old agreement between their grandfathers: Sophia must marry Alexandria, who is entangled with the mafia. Thrust into a world of fear and chaos, Sophia struggles with her lack of choice and the danger surrounding her new life. As the two navigate the treacherous waters of their forced union, will unexpected affection bridge the gap between them, igniting a love that could change everything?

A kiss can change everything. One kiss with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic. What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead? * "Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin fucking burns" Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. "Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?" Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear. How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of kissing her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now. Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard" she whispers in my ear and I squirm. When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. "Then don't." I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.

[COMPLETE] Her hands are under my shirt in seconds. She palms my breast through my bra and squeezes like she doesn't care if it leaves a mark. I cry out but the sound is muffled by her lips as her thumb flicks my nipple. "I hate you," I whisper. "Then hate me with your legs opened," she snarls, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind her. Her teeth scrape down my throat, biting at the skin just below my jaw until I hiss. My back arches as her fingers undo the clasp of my bra and when it falls her mouth is latching onto my nipple, sucking it so fucking hard I nearly scream. I grab her hair and yank her head back but the look in her eyes only makes me wetter. "Shut up and fuck me," I snap. She grins. "You don't give the orders." ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨 is the heir to an empire. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳 is a woman sworn to protect her. But the longer she keeps her alive, the more she wants to ruin her. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "In the shadows, we are all nothing but slaves to our darkest desires." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#gayaf (01/08/25)

As Diana Coopers prepares for the pressure of her senior year, she seeks comfort in a book she's been trying to find for months. And just as she finally spots it, someone else snatches it right out of her hands. Diana's annoyed to say the least, until she realises this stranger might end up changing her life in ways she's never even imagined.