One is hiding from the world. The other is trying to find her place in it. Ellie is perfectly content with her single flat and her Criminal Minds marathon, and a healthy dose of Tumblr nostalgia-until MoonPetal45 enters the chat. As the pressure of her final year mounts, this online stranger becomes her greatest support. Dr. Pembrose knows the rules. As a professor, she should have blocked the charming, accident-prone student the moment she recognised her. But in the quiet of her new home, the line between mentor and admirer is blurring, and Ellie's frequent run-ins with gravity are making the doctor fall a little too hard.

When Esmerelda Harlow steps into the musty halls of Winston High as the new history teacher, with a reputation for being a bitter and arrogant professor, whispers of her arrival ripple through the school. Students are wary, until the reckless student Cameron Monroe allows her interest to morph. Cameron, the school's untouchable rebel with a reputation for detention and carelessness, with a game of causing disturbances. To her, Esmerelda Harlow is just another target-a seemingly uptight woman with strict rules and an aura of authority begging to be challenged. But when Cameron tries her usual antics, she's met with something entirely unexpected: resistance. Esmerelda is not an easy mark. In fact, she's more than Cameron bargained for. Cool-headed and emotionless. Every sarcastic remark is met with calm but devastating wit. Every act of defiance earns a punishment so perfectly tailored, it leaves Cameron seething-and strangely fascinated. Esmerelda sees through Cameron's rebellious exterior to the restless mind beneath it. Cameron, for all her bravado, finds herself caught in Esmerelda's gravitational pull-her intelligence, her poise, and her charm. But Esmerelda isn't here to play games. She's here to teach Cameron a lesson she'll never forget, one that will leave them both questioning the boundaries of power, desire, and control. In the end, it's not just Cameron's life that Esmerelda will upend, -it's her own. In a town where reputations are everything, what happens when two unstoppable forces collide in one university?

Vivian Vox does not believe in coincidence. She believes in choosing. Taking. Keeping. At thirty-two, she has built a life where doors open before she touches them, where people lower their voices when she enters a room, where "no" has long since lost its meaning. Control is her language. Power is her comfort. And love? Love is something she has never needed. Until the night she sees her. Skylar Grey, sharp mouthed, infuriating, untamed. Ten years younger. A chef with fire in her hands and no fear in her bones. The kind of woman who looks danger in the eye and laughs. She should have been forgettable. Instead, she becomes inevitable. From the moment Skylar walks past her, Vivian decides: this one is mine. Not because Skylar wants her. Not because she asks. But because Vivian Vox has never left anything she desires untouched. What starts as a demand becomes a pursuit. What looks like obsession begins to feel like fate. And somewhere between threats whispered like promises and defiance sharpened into survival... Something dangerous begins to grow. Because Skylar Grey does not bend. And Vivian Vox does not stop. One of them will break. Or worse.. they won't.

A simple waitress girl by the name of Charlotte want to jump town, but a calm, lethal mafia boss stood in her way of that. : : "What is this?" I questioned, wide-eyed, staring up at a grinning Isami. "That is us about to teach, little Kyle Hummock here a little lesson." Her fingertips moved from my throbbing chest to my quivering lips. Looking at Kyle, he was severely battered and gasping against the tight bound that kept his breath in. "Please let him leave." She giggled, and I focused my gaze on her dark eyes. "I want him to see me fuck you, little flower." Her sardonic chuckle rings around the room. "I want him to realize how much you are mine now."

Trey smiled kissing the insides of my thigh. I let out a sigh as he smirked going to unbuckle his belt before hearing a gunshot and blood splattered on my face. I looked at the once locked door to see a girl there with a suit. I was going to run before being froze by a yelling voice. "Hi darling" she said and I gulped. "I believe your next." She said with her psychotic voice. I turned around to stand my ground as I grabbed my knife. I was going to throw it at her before feeling a hand stopped mine. A palm over my mouth as I let out a muffled cry. Needle stabbing my neck as I looked at her. She came out from the shadows of her stupid main entrance and there stood a dirty blonde girl. "It only hurts when you keep struggling." She said as I felt a cold based gun on my neck. I let out a whimper cry feeling dizzy. "Let her go." She said as I lost my balance falling. "Aren't you just a beauty." She whispered as her gun was the only thing I saw last.

A step into Syna's wild life. • • • I pretended as though I was stretching and I layed back down. I looked back to see Syna in her closet with her back turned to me, shirtless. I guess she thought I was still sleep so I pretended I was. I peeked my eye opened every few seconds to see what she was up to. She was putting on a suit. She walked out the closet and went into the bathroom. She closed the door and I got from under the covers to adjust myself. I don't know why I was so wet. I sat up and put my hands inside of my boxers and felt myself. soaked. I didn't notice she came out of the bathroom and was standing by her dresser looking at me. I looked up at her and quickly took my hands out of my pants. She had a smirk on her face and I had a panicked look on mines. I was embarrased. "I-its not what you...think" "mm, looks like you were playing with yourself to me, morning wood?" she chuckled then rubbed her chin. "I- no.." She came to the bed and....

A Mafia Romance : : "I love him and it was just a quickie, daddy." She reached to swallow down another jet of liquid, but there was no trickle left. She threw the glass fiercely at the wall, and it broke. She let out a nervous breath and gazed down at me. She reached for the few buttons on my shirt and began unbuttoning them. "What are you doing, Daddy?" "I will shower you myself. I want every sign of that boy off your fucking flesh." My stomach flipped, my pussy did the happy dance, and my heart fell. But I couldn't have her; seeing my body, I got a tattoo. I simply couldn't let her see it. She had many on her body, but was telling me I shouldn't. The tattoo wasn't very big. I acquired it in the mall. I was feeling adventurous so I went for it. "I-" "Shh." She went away, pausing just at my door and opened it. "Get inside." She snarled.

"𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒...𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝐼𝑡 𝐴𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠." "𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐳." 𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾, "𝑂ℎ? 𝐼 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑡, 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠?" 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄...𝖨 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇. "𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑.." 𝖨 𝗀𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀-𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾. "..𝑂𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢." "𝗚𝗼𝗻𝘇𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘇," 𝖨 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝘁𝗵𝗲

Celeste Abascal is a headstrong woman with a past that she made sure wouldn't haunt the future she worked hard to build. Married to one of Manhattan's finest lawyers, the registered nurse lived lavishly, showered in luxury and well adjusted to the ravishing lifestyle that others would kill for. However, that all changes when a familiar face from her past shows up at her doorstep with a charming smile and a rich bottle of wine. Secrets and the taste of danger tempts Celeste to relive her past of lust and passion, waiting for her to make a life altering decision. Will she falter? WOMAN X INTERSEX. 18 PLUS.

Tereza a naught assistant who want nothing more than her boss is sharing a room this Christmas with her boss (Lukas Theodorous) A rich, mysterious, contractor. : : : "I'm celibate, and I would really appreciate not sharing a bed with someone I might find attractive." I smirked, unable to hide my amusement. She sighed in frustration. "I meant the sexual attraction, not you personally. I wouldn't share a bed with God, even if He had a woman's anatomy." I was taken aback. "So, you're scared of sex?"