Adapted From: Studs Get It Wetter. When desire becomes obsession, how do you walk away from the one who owns you? MUST READ.

"If it makes it less awkward i don't want to do it either," "Really? because I think you're too far up your own ass to give a shit about what people have worked for so fu-" she doesn't get to finish because I grab her arm gently spinning her so she can face me. She was walking too fast anyway. "Curse at me one more time and I'll make it my personal mission to to uphold this branded reputation," I say before she removes my hand aggressively. "The plane leaves in an hour, I suggest you pack some clothes,"she says before striding away •••••••••••••••••♪•••••••••• Ahvi Reynaud, a 32yr old with a huge secret that finally comes to light at the cost of her failed marriage, the heiress to the most global company owned by the business mogul, Louis Reynaud, is forced to step up and join the family business, something she's loathed since birth despite being coached for it her whole life. Odessa Murray, a 26yr old married executive assistant with a dream far more than managing another Nepo baby, is given an ultimatum to either keep working for the Reynaud family or face the consequences of her secret being exposed by Mr Reynaud, What happens when the demands of their roles forces them to put their differences aside and work in close proximity?

Jasmine is a writer with a passion and love of art like her mother before her. During a night from procrastination and sneaking into a museum, she encounters a charming woman, Carter, who is filled with romantic gestures, kind words, and makes Jasmine feel like she's on cloud nine whenever she's around her. But even the sweetest of people, have their hidden secrets and will the secrets that Carter hides, scare off Jasmine or entice her more? It only takes one night to change everything. ~🌹~ "They show more respect when you are of family. You being my girlfriend simply makes you a target of hate." She caresses my face. "But as my wife, you are admired." I quickly press the button to retrieve the elevator and when it opens I pull her in and take her lips aggressively pressing her against the wall. "Mm baby." "You have a way with words you know that."

Disclaimer This story is for mature readers only (18+). It contains explicit content, including strong language, violence, graphic sexual scenes, and adult themes like betrayal, loyalty, and street life. The characters and events are fictional, but they pull from real-world struggles and emotions. Reader discretion is advised-this isn't your typical romance, so if you're sensitive to any of the themes mentioned, proceed with caution.. also one of our main characters are intersex, so there won't be any confusion 🫀

Work. Work. Work. Those were the only words Kaila knew the definition to. Ever since the incident she's done nothing but work. Struggling to pay back her loans, the newly turned 18 year old hardly makes ends meet. With barely any money to live off of Kaila is forced to sell everything she owns. Her car. Her childhood home. Everything. Feeling lower than she thought was ever possible, she starts to lose hope. That is until she meets someone who picks her up back onto her feet.

With her almost 20 year marriage beyond repair, Demi Meadows is sick of playing games and being taken for granted. She needs something real, and someone who truly loves her instead of cheating on her for years. Her kids are almost out of the house, so it would be a perfect time to find a person to share her life with, and this time she isn't going to settle for anything less than the perfect person and the perfect love. But could that person be someone that she would never expect, like a one night stand that turns into a frequent visitor? Or is it too risky to go after someone who could rip her heart in two because of the different places they are in life and the similarities to her ex? What if perfect is an illusion? What if finding a perfect love is an illusion, because sometimes you can make your own perfect?

studxstud/studxmasc ***Republished (𝟓𝟎𝟎𝐤 + reads deep)*** 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: When Angel finds her close friend and teammate, Dominique getting a little too flirty, she starts to question her friendship. Her type in women. And even herself. Could she possibly find her 'stud bro' attractive? 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞: - Mature/Strong Language - Mature Content (18+ Recommended) - Sex/Smut (Detailed) - Substances (Alcohol, drugs, etc) - Abuse/Child Abuse - Other Possible Triggers

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.

I woke up to find my face snuggled in her boobs and her legs draped over me like a vice grip Without any rational thinking, I licked her nipple and sucked them. It's so dirty doing what am I doing but it felt so good . . . . "Why did you stop?" said raspy voice -------- Anna a quiet and a submissive girl comes to stay with a bold and a dominant girl... Women. Something stirred inside Anna. The feeling she never had. Is this love or lust she feels for her roommate. Roommate named Venice. Will it turn into love or a continuous cycle of cry, hate and doubt. Now the question rises is she a bio or is her roommate. . . . Read this story to find how Anna finds love in a woman who is completely different from her.

[GxG] "I found the assistant." she said with her eyes fixed on the CV. "That's great! You finally found the perfect one for the job!" Wren pressed her lips together and closed her eyes then released a heavy sigh, reopening her eyes. "Why am I getting the feeling that you aren't happy about this?" She looked at Emily and handed her the CV. Emily looked at her confused then took it with her eyes set on Wren's but then she shifted them to the CV and her mouth reacted by being opened and so were her eyes. "No, no, no, no, no. Wren, come on... tell me you are joking about this and this isn't real." She put it aside and placed her palms on the desk, leaning forward to Wren who was running her finger over her lips, thinking. "She can't be... not this one. Not this woman."