Beyoncé has always lived in silence, choosing muteness as her refuge from a distant home and an uncaring world. But one night changes everything-a single bite pulls her into a hidden world of werewolves, instincts she can't control, and a body she's still learning to fully embrace. Assigned female at birth but born different, Beyoncé is a girl with a secret-a truth that challenges norms but has always been a part of who she is. In this new world of heightened senses and pack dynamics, she must navigate both her transformation and her identity with growing confidence. At school, she hides what she's becoming, but her new AP English teacher, Onika Maraj, sees through her quiet exterior. Their connection is undeniable-a slow-burning tension rooted in understanding, power, and something more. As mysteries unravel-disappearances, forbidden desires, and an impending war between werewolves and vampires-Beyoncé must decide: stay in the silence that once protected her, or step into the chaos and claim her voice, her power, and her future. This school year will be anything but normal. ---- Beyoncé G!p Slow Editing Process of being edited.

I do not own Glee nor Criminal minds What happens when Quinn, resident stud at McKinley High, gets her arch-nemesis' girlfriend pregnant? G!P story

Reese is a bold, naive sophomore drawn to the mysterious Assistant Dean, Raye Holloway-reserved, older, and off-limits. Their connection simmers beneath strict boundaries, stolen glances, and quiet defiance. What begins as fascination slowly deepens into desire, challenging rules, expectations, and the illusion that either of them is truly in control.

This is book one of the grand Devil series!!!!! : : : Book 1: Full Throttled Book 2: Rough Ride Book 3: Crash : : : I didn't stop until I was dangling over the side, looking down. My stomach dropped as I realized just how far the ground was below me. "That's not a nice thing to do." My legs froze, and I felt my heart grappled as Felix's voice reached me. Slowly, I turned my head, even though I was in a complicated, precarious situation, I still wanted to see her. She was leaning casually on her bike, a puff of smoke meandering from her mouth. At first, I thought it was fog, but then the wind carried the distinct scent of weed. Hmm. I wanted some of that. It wasn't like it was a hard drug-I just wanted to feel something different, live a little. She took another drag....

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

In a city ruled by secrecy, Zarelda Deavian, an adopted member of a dangerous and powerful mafia family gang ring, finds herself torn between loyalty and love. Tasked with a mission to eliminate a rival, she unexpectedly falls for the target, Briar Mustang , unaware of her connection to her dangerous world. As their forbidden romance deepens, Zarelda must confront the inevitable clash between her heart and the loyalty demanded by the mafia. The story unfolds with a shocking revelation, leaving Zarelda standing at a crossroads, torn between love and duty. #1 in Escape reality #19 in island (I might make some typographical errors from typing to fast...but it's not that bad. 🚶🚶) DISCLAIMER This is not a fan fiction, it's an original story created by me purely from my imagination. It is not to be re-created in any way shape or form without appreciate permission from me. This includes request from translation and so on. _SnowWriteZ.

I have no doubt she could feel my breathing on her face. I grabbed her chin with my hand and pulled her face even closer. "I'm not telling you to leave because I don't like your dick. I'm telling you to leave because I want your dick. I want it inside of me right now, and I want it in there until I fucking pass out. But I am a faithful person, even if I don't like the fucking bastard I am married to. So again I say. Get. The fuck. Out." I lowly growled at her.

She's the woman who hides her scars beneath titanium and silk. She's the chef who wears her truth like a crown. When fire meets flame, can love still be tender? Angel Morgan, a brilliant tech CEO, has built an empire on innovation-but behind every boardroom victory are secrets she's kept hidden for years. Her prosthetic arms, the trauma of a childhood accident, and an abusive ex are ghosts she's mastered how to silence. Jordan Blake is everything Angel isn't-bold, proudly intersex, a celebrated chef who lives unapologetically. When a chance encounter at a charity gala draws them into each other's orbit, both women feel the heat-but neither is ready for the firestorm that follows. As secrets unravel, family truths emerge, and an unexpected love grows, they must decide what they're willing to risk to build the future they never believed possible.

Faye, 36, hates her marriage. She only married Yoko-a 20-year-old intersex woman-to make her mother happy. To Faye, Yoko is boring, too quiet, and too obedient. She treats Yoko coldly, ignoring her gentle face and natural beauty. Yoko always asks permission for everything, and her blind obedience only makes Faye dislike her more. But things start to change when Faye's brother talks to Yoko and encourages her to be herself. Slowly, Yoko stops being so submissive. She begins to trust herself, dress the way she likes, walk with confidence, and shine in her own way. This new Yoko-confident and beautiful-starts catching the attention of younger women. And Faye, who once couldn't stand her, suddenly feels a deep and possessive jealousy. The woman she used to call dull and unimportant is now desired by others. Now Faye must face the truth: she can't stand the idea of losing Yoko to anyone else. She enters a battle with herself, where her need for control fights against her new feelings, until the line between love and obsession completely disappears. - Originally written by the author: @Deusakonan291898 - I just translated this story into the English version. - Yoko is g!p in this story.

What started as a simple plan to make the school's star quarterback jealous turned into something far more complicated. She knew from the beginning that pretending to be with Becky Armstrong-cheer captain, heartbreaker, and the girl who supposedly hated her-was dangerous territory. But when Becky asked her of all people to help with the scheme, how could she say no? Now, tangled in fake smiles and real feelings, she's falling-hard. Watching Becky pretend to love someone else while her own heart breaks quietly on the sidelines is torture. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was never supposed to care. But she does. And that's the problem. Freen g!p First time posting This story is not mine,I only adapted it to freenbecky fanfic Credit goes to the author @cuhbello