No one is perfect, so why judge? That was the reminder everyone would need when around Ailina. Roselyn found herself judging Ailina no matter how hard she tried. But it didn't bother Ailina, all she cared about was living her life on a high. They both had different views on life and different ways of living that didn't truly match, yet they always found themselves near each other ever since the first night. Roselyn unwilling starts to find herself enjoying Ailina company, so she tries her very best to not judge Ailina. Could she actually keep herself from judging though?

💗 "Mm look at yourself baby, you look so pretty for me right now" Nova said breathlessly while going even faster as she curled her fingers in me I started to feel the pressure build in me as I got the familiar feeling in me that I was about to pee "F-Fuck Nova wait" I said leaning my hand back in attempt to slow her down Hearing people chatter outside the hall I got nervous at the thought of being caught Nova grabbed my neck leaning me against her with her fingers still in me as she guided us into a stall and locked the door "We're not stopping till you cum for me Solene" she muttered out with a look of pure lust in her eyes as she covered my mouth Fuck me -------------------------------------------------------- Solene never really goes out; it's always work and home day after day. Her friends decided to sign her up for speed dating, a romantic night for her to find her perfect person. Although apprehensive she gives it a try and comes across the most striking girl she's ever seen. Nova is a mafia leader who has it all but is simply too robotic now due to always running her mafia strictly. Her right- and left-hand man decide to take a risk and lie to her, telling her they have intel on a person but really signed her up for speed dating. What happens when she crosses eyes with Solene? will she be able to finally feel something or will it just be another card added to her deck? Do not own any copyrights! 18+ mature themes and audiences

Four years ago, Raven disappeared and built a new life for herself and her daughter far from the past she never talks about. Now settled, in love again, and finally breathing, she believes the hardest part is behind her-until someone she never truly left behind reappears. Caught between who she was, who she is, and who she's becoming, Raven must decide what love really means when the past refuses to stay buried. Tags Wlw Lesbian love story SxF Urbanlove g!p

"𝑺𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐? 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓?" "𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒆? 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇." - ja

ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ, ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴏʀ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

"It always made you feel powerful when I beg, right?" Morana murmured, her eyes softening as she lowered herself to the cold floor. "So let me beg." Nerezza always knew how to clean up her messes. Knew where to scrape, where to smooth over with a domestic shine of innocence. Erase the evidence. Rephrase the story. Recalibrate the damage. But what happens when the mess starts talking back?

𝒘𝒍𝒘 • 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙭𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙘 • 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒙𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 (NOT intersex) When mistaken for someone else, Saanvi is kidnapped. She almost felt relieved to know it was a mistake. But her kidnappers leader wanted to keep her anyways... ***𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠*** ~ Sexual/Steamy/Smutty Content ~ Language/Drug/Alcohol Content ~ Mafia/Violence/Death Content ~ Other Triggering Content (𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜) • (𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥) • (𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚) ••••• Action/Romance STARTED: 2021, Dec 2 FINISHED: No Longer Discontinued

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