For the last four years. Nai'a Mahoe has been tormented by three bullies. Their latest attack landed the high school senior in the hospital with life threatening injuries. Thoughts of revenge swim in her mind, and she has the means to do so. But there is also the prospect of love with a person she might not have ever met if not for her injuries. When love and revenge intersect, which one is more important? Just an advanced warning, this will be an odd release schedule. The first 3 chapters will be released on 10/1, then we'll have two chapters a week (Wed and Sat) before the rest of the chapters will be posted on 11/1 to finish it off. Kind of like a little post Halloween treat? Or Trick? If you're looking for more gxg books, there are several here on this profile, so by all means go check out: The Inner Ring (Mature) A Rock and a Heart Place (Mature) Cloud Dancing (Mature) Ghosted (Mature/Poly) To Those Who Wait (Mature) A Little Dinged Up (Mature) Body Shop Repair (Mature) Love Lessons Learned (Intersex, Teacher/Student) Dead Men's Bells (Mature) Full Circle (Not mature) Jungle Love and Lost (Mature)

Alice finds herself caught between two women who command her every thought and desire. The lines between passion and power blur and the shadows of temptation grow stronger with every passing moment. A dark WLW psychological thriller exploring obsession, power, manipulation, and forbidden desire. (formerly known as SBMSM)

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," she said, 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 as her depraved hand reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── No one ever says it out loud. What she really is. Dangerous. Heartless. Merciless. A murderer. Everyone knows it. And now, she's in control. There are only so many people who kill their way to the top and get away with it. But there are things far more dangerous than power. Things not only worth killing for, but dying for. Seduction. Obsession. Love? Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one reckless enough to question her. To stand too close. To look too long. Unfortunately for Angeline, sin itself was designed to allure. Some urges were never meant to be denied, and resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. But resisting falling in love may be even harder, especially with someone 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)

A 20 year old girl named Dream find herself falling for her best friends mom who is (intersex) Natalia ( Dream's friend mom) is a famous fashion designer and also the wife of a famous director (Na'Tasha) Na'Tasha is also intersex but Natalia have both female and male parts while Na'Tasha only have male parts plus boobs Dream best friend Nature have been friends for a year and Dream never really saw her moms that's until Nature 18th birthday NOT EDITED‼️

One moment I was just me... and the next I was in a world that shouldn't exist. Velmora. A place where blood runs like currency, rogues hunt in the dark, and a vampire princess keeps saving my life like I matter. She says I don't belong here. She says I'm human. A mistake. An anomaly that shouldn't exist. But the way she looks at me says something else entirely. I should run. I should hate her. I should never trust her. Because now I'm being chased, hunted, and protected by forces I don't understand... all while standing too close to a princess who looks at me like I'm either a problem... or a secret she refuses to name. She says I should fear her world. But I think her world should fear me... because I'm not supposed to exist here. And neither is what's happening between us. But in a kingdom where humans shouldn't exist... I might just be the one thing she can't let go of. This story is intended for mature readers (18+). It includes explicit intimate content and graphic violence. Please read with discretion. P.S. If you enjoy it, feel free to share your thoughts as you go-I genuinely appreciate your feedback 🧡

When Josie, Maeve, and Lyra realise that their 30s are fast approaching, they each turn to a dating app as a last-ditch effort to find the relationship they've always dreamed of. But dreams don't always show up the way you imagined. What if the love they've been searching for... doesn't look like the one they pictured? Can they make it work-or will the dream slip away before it even has a chance to bloom?

"So." She mused, sliding one black nail across her lip in a sensual caress as she stared at me with eyes the color of molten gold. "You are the one they call Huntress." Disregarding the pain in my side from the most recent beating, I straightened my shoulders and stood tall, my chin jutting out in defiance. "Yes." "Mm." Those intriguing eyes watched me from her languid position on the throne. "But, you are not just a huntress, are you?" I allowed the predatory instincts I usually worked so hard to keep hidden, to surface, feeling the burning of my eyes and shifting of bones under my skin. A slow grin slid across my face as my beast stared back at her through my human skin. The Queen didn't react to my sudden change of character, instead choosing to lean forward in interest. "How fascinating." • Once, the world was ruled by humans and technology. They were governed by a president that made choices for all. Vampires, werewolves alike hid their existence from the humans for centuries, blending in as a whole. Now, they hid no more. States are now territories governed by kings and queens, humans are regarded and used for no more than their blood and body before they are discarded and forgotten. Werewolves and vampires were at war, and it was said that the wolves had all been but snuffed out, save for one. When Adira is captured while hunting outside her homeland, she is unexpectedly sold to the Queen in the North. Wolf blood is sacred, it is said to hold inexplainable powers, and as the only wolf-borne known to humans and vampires alike, Adira fears for her life. Thrown into a world governed by everything she's been trained to hate, Adira fights for her rightful place in the world, a seat at the Queen's side. But proving her worth won't be easy, the price for failure is her life.

No description as yet!!!!I will work on it in the next 9 to ten business day...Just kidding : : : : Lidia Bakset, is fresh in college, away from her mom and living in the Suburbs with two hot and sexy intersexual sisters as her roommate. What Could Possible Go WRONG???? : : : : "Would you like to fuck me, Brad?" I spun around, moving my hair to the side and giving her a siren-like expression. She muttered something beneath her breath. "Would you and your sister like to fuck me, knot your come in me, and make my stomach swell?" I leaned forward and nipped her nose. She pushed me down, her lips pressing against mine. "Who would fuck something as pitiful as you?" I giggled, not taking her disinterest seriously. I pivoted, lifting the shirt to flaunt my romp. "Fuck me like this."

Zoe had spend her life hiding-an unclaimed Omega doing everything to avoid the fate of being owned. But when the Alpha of all Alphas, Queen Isabella, sets her sights on her, everything begins to unravel. What's starts as a hunt turns into a slow dangerous pull neither of them can resist. Bound by instincts, torn by fear and desire-some connections can't be avoided.

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.