Years ago, they were bound by a mistake called marriage. Too young to understand love, too proud to stay. They walked away , carrying the scars, the silence, and a story left unfinished. Now, after years apart, Arjun and Avantika stand on opposite ends of success , independent, unstoppable, and untouched by the past... or so they believe. But fate is never done playing its game. One unexpected meeting and all the walls they built begin to tremble. This time, there are no childish promises. No anger. No blame. Just two broken souls, learning to love the right way , the adult way , with patience, depth, and the kind of longing that never really dies. Maybe this is what destiny always meant .... not the love they lost, but the one they were meant to grow into. A story of second chances, healing hearts, and a love reborn in its most mature form. "They were too young to love right. Now fate gives them one last chance."

"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

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Isabelle Parrier seemingly has everything, she is beautiful, has handsome boyfriend and is the most popular girl in her high school. But she is also cold and conniving, and does everything she wants. Everyone in her school is trying not to get on her bad side, because she has ways of destroying people through her vicious schemes. Elisa Brown seems to always persevere, despite Isabelle's efforts to bring her down. Isabelle hates Elisa with burning passion, sometimes for the reasons unknown even to her. Elisa is kind and gentle. She quickly rose to the ranks of second popular girl not only because of her breathtaking beauty but also because she wins people over with her incredible charisma and gentle soul. Elisa isn't really intimidated by Isabelle and rather curious of the reasons of Isabelle's animosity towards her. Is there something more behind Isabelle's hate towards Elisa? What will happen when she breaches the threshold of Elisa's patience? *WARNING* This book contains adult content, parental caution is advised. *** Copyright © 2013 by KhaleesiH. All rights reserved. Cover made by: AloneInWonderland

This is a girlxgirl story. June Parker absolutely hated Adrienne Andrews. She's hated her ever since Adrienne pushed her down the stairs in the second grade, ratted her out for cheating on a history test in the fourth, and especially when she stole the deserving title of volleyball captain from her. Adrienne Andrews absolutely hated June Parker. She always thought she was a self-entitled blonde that always got what she wanted. Plus, she's been out to get Adrienne ever since she accidentally pushed her off the stairs in the second grade. Now, June Parker has it out for her ever since she was named the girl's volleyball captain. So when a weird encounter happens at a party, it brings the two together in cute, awkward situations that'll end the long-standing feud between each other. A comedic love story about two girls that once hated each other will result in drama, laughs, and a lot of bickering.

"Hey, actually I wanna say something to you" a girl with hazel eyes said nervously. "Yeah" the guy with dark chocolate brown eyes replied. "Actually I.... kinda likes you" the girl confessed. "You..... a nerd, likes me? You are crazy. Look at yourself and then, ask me out" the guy laughed. She was humiliated in front of the whole school. After seven years Christian is the CEO of the Perez company. It's the one of the biggest company in the world. Christian doesn't take any relationship seriously. He is known for his looks and his playboy image. Malena is an employee in Anderson company but she resigns when her boss tries to force her to get in his bed. She is unemployed and has nowhere to go. She applies in the Perez company and unfortunately she gets the job. But what will happen when she'll know that her boss is the one who broke her heart years ago? Or has she forgotten him already?

Monsters don't hide under the bed anymore....atleast her's didn't. He sleeps with her, beside her, in her bed. They do not have horns and fangs anymore....atleast her's didn't. He was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. They are not all about hating you.....atleast her's wasn't. He loved her... beyond the definition of human love. He loved her more than humanly possible. He loved her a bit too much... Excerpt "Ahh," he pulled her up fisting her hair in his grip. She let out a yelp as her back banged into his jeep. Her eyes were on his, and his was screaming rage. He grabbed her jaw. "Say it again," he said. "I-I will always be y-yours," she repeated. "Say it with my name."I-I am y-yours Shahzain," Sitara said, and he leaned more into her. His grip around her jaw loosened, and his hand cupped her cheek and pulled open her naqab. He rested his forehead on hers. "You are Sitara. You are mine. Just mine...." His lips engulfed her's and his hands traveled to her waist. He pulled her closer to her, eating up the tiniest bit of space they had in between. He gripped his shoulders tightly as a reflex. Just like his eyes, his kiss was dominating too, making every breath of Sitara submit to him.

"Get on your fucking knees," I whisper. She looks into my eyes, her own gaze searching, though I'm uncertain what for. Whatever she finds makes her sink down to the floor slowly with an unexpected kind of confidence, her gaze unwavering. "Take out my cock, Iris." Her breathing rapidly accelerates as she undoes my suit button in the middle of our bedroom, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she frees my cock. She looks up at me for a moment, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips. Does she think this is funny? "You warned me that you'd fuck my face if I ever smile at any other man, didn't you?" she asks, before slowly licking my cock from the tip to the base, her eyes never leaving mine. Fuck. "Is that what you want, Nikolai?" ❝𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙭 𝙄𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙧❞ She was engaged to the golden boy. Loved by his family. Protected by her brother. Promised to a future written in gold. But then she met him. Nikolai Blackwood was everything she wasn't supposed to want- her fiancé's older brother, her brother's best friend, the man with a stare sharp enough to ruin. Cold. Possessive. Unforgivable. He was the secret no one spoke about. The warning her fiancé whispered. And the moment he saw her, she became his obsession. Even if it meant betraying blood. Even if it meant burning everything. Because some men don't fall in love. They fall into possession.

-¿Bebé?- La llamé. Sin respuesta. -Estoy aquí...- Dijo una voz detrás de mí. Sabía que era ella. Sonreí y la encaré. Podía ver su figura en la oscuridad. Tomé su rostro y bajé mi rostro hacia el de ella. Estaba a punto de besarla pero ella se alejó- ¿Quieres jugar un juego? -¿Qué tipo de juego?- Pregunté. -¿Que tengo que hacer?- Yo pregunté. -Nada. Solo siente lo que te estoy haciendo.- Ella dijo. ----- ADVERTENCIA ⚠️ ADAPTACIÓN FREENBECKY ⚠️ CONTENIDO EXPLÍCITO +18 No planeo dañar la imagen de ningún ldol mencionado. Si esta historia no es de tu agrado no la leas y evita dejar malos comentarios o denunciarla♡

𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 - Bec...Becky...o que você está fazendo? Seu pai pode entrar a qualquer hora. - disse Freen, assustada ao ver que a filha do seu melhor amigo começou a tocar sua virilha. - Quero verificar com minhas próprias mãos se o que meu pai bêbado me disse uma vez é verdade. - disse Becky a Freen enquanto pressionava a mão direita na protuberância de Freen que, devido à pressão, começou a crescer sob suas calças. - Você está maluca? - Freen perguntou, pegando a mão da morena e tirando-a de sua virilha. - Shhhh. - Becky disse a ela - Estamos no banheiro, bem perto do quarto dos meus pais, eles podem ouvir você. - a loira disse a ela enquanto se libertava de suas mãos de Freen. Com um leve movimento, abriu o zíper das calças de Freen e colocou a mão dentro, tocando o pênis de Freen por cima da cueca. - Ahh!- Freen engasgou ao sentir a mão de Becky. - É real!!! - Becky disse, espantada, tirando a mão e saindo correndo do banheiro, deixando Freen com uma ereção nas calças. 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚çã𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭ó𝐫𝐢𝐚