PUBLISHED : 25Jul2025 Urban Fantasy Romance (18+), LGBTQ+, Magical Realism Hood, sensual, raw, emotional, mystical New Orleans (7th Ward, Treme, Bywater, Frenchmen Street, Bayous) Queer Black love, ancestral magic, street loyalty, self-discovery, hood justice, and sexy chaos

BOOK 2 "Come here, please!" I yelled as her eyes widened at my tears which were flowing from my eyes. "Please..." ************* After high school, grace, Kera, Tera, and Ruby all went to college unseen but felt tension was between the two 'friends' Tera and Ruby. But now there is a new player in the game making it an unwanted triangle of feelings that are coming to the surface. What could go wrong?

Abigail Lowe's moves away from New Orlean with her single father last summer. Abigail further down the line started going to University of South Florida. She learn a lot from going about in Florida trying to explore all over until she meet her sexy, strict,wealthy English teacher Ms. Salvador.

I stood there staring at her for what seemed like hours, I was snapped out of my daze when she waved her hand across my face. I smiled in embarrassment, she was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. I must be dreaming.

"Vegan brownies slap hard, so shut the fuck up!" I yelled to Lucy and Pen. "Oh Mamas, don't I know it" an all too familiar voice said from behind me. This fanfic is just for fun (meaning completely fictional), in my spare time. Show it love, spelling might be different, if you're from America, as I am Australian. Hence why it starts in Aus. Slightly going off this years timeline, but just remember its completely fictional.

The seduction dripped off of her tongue, just like I desired to be, her low voice entrancing me with the dangerously sadistic melodies of a siren song, with the most terribly sinful lyrics. "I could kill you right now, Angel." She inched closer towards me, "right here," her eyes raking over my body, sizing me up, slowly. The lustful grey in them soon lifted back up, intimidating mine. Her harsh words screamed murderous intent, but the look in her eyes whispered a different kind of sin. I couldn't tell whether my breath hitched at her cruel threat, or the yearning pulse between my... She interrupted my stream of consciousness, poisoning it with every still second, keeping her gaze on mine with her depraved hand that reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ══════════════════ She killed him. Everyone knows it. Why'd she do it? No one knows. All that matters is that they can't prove it. And even if they could, they wouldn't dare to do, or say anything about it. She was dangerous, merciless and heartless. And now, she's boss. There's only so many people who kill their way to the top, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡. I guess there are just a few certain things people would 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 for... whether it's power, seduction, or 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one to confront her about her calloused ways of replacing the previous mafia boss after his mysterious death. Unfortunately for Angeline, resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. And resisting falling inlove may be even harder, especially with someone who she wasn't sure was even capable of such a feeling... Hopefully 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 angel doesn't fall and break her wings. 𝑂𝑢𝑐ℎ． ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ #1 in lesbian (October 2025)

Jazmin and Xochitl were inseparable in middle school, their bond seemingly unbreakable. But eighth grade brought a whirlwind of drama that shattered their friendship, leaving them as bitter enemies. Now, as seniors on the brink of graduation, they are thrust together by a series of unexpected events. As old wounds are reopened and long-buried secrets come to light, they must confront the past and navigate their tumultuous history. In the process, they begin to rediscover the connection they once had, one that goes beyond friendship. As they grow closer and their relationship deepens into something more, Xochitl embarks on a journey of self-discovery, grappling with her identity and what she truly wants.

𝗢𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘅𝗶𝗮 (𝗻.) 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 This is a POC lgbtq+ short stories smut book. Feel free to make request. Some stories are turnt into books. You were meant to find this!

"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