Royal Rose (Book 3) WARNING G!P book Natalia is in pain. She even thinks she might be dying, but with this pain, she is secretly struggling to stop the urge for seeking the only person that she hated, but unbearably craved, but what she doesn't know is that she was accidentally bonded with the feared and cruel Malin, the Dark Royal of Vitalis and it was all her fault. And now with wars happening left and right in the hands of Vitalis, they now have more reasons to seek Malin and bring her down. Highest Ranking: #1 futanari #1 lesbianromance #1 androgynous #2 futa #3 wlw #9 lesbian #17 knights #37 girlxgirl #75 romance

Orm, a bitchie and baddie young manager in the fashion department of a top magazine, has never been one for commitment or settling down. Meanwhile, Lingling, a web developer and the only daughter of the company's owner, brings a quiet strength and gentle patience that draws Orm in and pulls them closer together. What starts as a chance encounter slowly evolves into a profound love that changes Orm's view of herself. With Lingling, Orm finds someone who doesn't try to change her-but instead makes her want to change.

⚠️ Warning / Disclaimer ⚠️ This story is 18+ rated and contains explicit smut, adult themes, and strong language. It is a fanfiction based on Engfa Waraha and Charlotte Austin "Englot" written purely for creative and entertainment purposes. The characters, events, and relationships depicted are entirely fictional and bear no relation to the real people. No images, likenesses, or media used belong to us, all rights remain with their respective owners. This story is for fans of Englot love only, not reality. Read at your own discretion. 🌧️💌 Charlotte Austin, 26, is a final-year medical student drowning in sleepless rotations and pressure she can't escape. Hoping for a fresh start, she moves into a quiet riverside house in Bangkok. Engfa Waraha, age 30, but dated five years earlier. (2025) Engfa is a gifted architect who once lived in the same house. Through the mysterious mailbox, she and Charlotte begin exchanging letters across time. What starts as curiosity quickly spirals into something neither of them can deny: late-night confessions, jealous sketches disguised as blueprints, and desires pressed into ink. As their worlds bleed together, jealousy flares, longing sharpens, and the line between past and present grows dangerously thin. What happens when love arrives out of order and the only way to be together is to bend time itself? Where We Begin is a sapphic love story full of yearning, laughter, and irresistible tension, a tale of two women who find each other exactly when they shouldn't, but perhaps exactly when they need to.

In a Bangkok where vampires live hidden among humans, ancient rivalries burn in silence. Namtan Weerawatnodom is the flawless heir of the Originals - powerful, perfect, and proud. Film Mahawan is the chaotic daughter of a turned vampire house - messy, loud, and dangerously defiant. They shouldn't speak. They shouldn't touch. Falling in love? Unthinkable. And yet... (to be able to write this story better I used the help of Chat GBT to divide the concepts better, but everything is my idea hehe)

When Jayna and her best friend Miu transfer to Red Eclipse Academy, they expect rules, training, and the usual supernatural politics-not the suffocating pull of a prophecy older than the school's stone walls. Jayna tries to hide behind clumsy smiles and chaotic laughter, but the moon peels her open. Something inside her stirs. Something powerful. Something dangerous. And the academy's coldest vampires, Ginny and Lena, feel it like a bruise beneath the skin. They were raised to fear the prophecy. Raised to kill whatever awakens it. But fate has its own hunger. As Jayna draws Ginny in with an intensity neither understands, and Miu's quiet magic coils around Lena's icy restraint, the four of them become tangled in secrets whispered long before their lives began. At Red Eclipse Academy, the moon is turning red. Old magic is waking. And the girl who arrived hoping to stay invisible might be the one thing destined to break the world-or save it.

"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.

"I told you, Serena..." she whispered, her voice shaking. "This is dangerous. You don't know what you're doing." "I don't care." I replied, my voice barely audible, but it was the truth. "I don't care about anything but this. About you. I don't want to let you go." For a long moment, she just stood there, her eyes locked with mine. I could see the conflict in her gaze - the fear, the doubt, the undeniable pull between us that neither of us could ignore. Her breath hitched again, and she reached out, brushing her thumb along my cheek. Then, without saying another word, she turned and walked away. - - - Serena, an 18-year-old girl, has always lived a quiet life. Until the night she meets her. Mysterious and captivating, the stranger lingers at the edges of Serena's world, watching and waiting. As haunting events begin to unfold - whispers in the night, shadows moving where they shouldn't-Serena is drawn deeper into a dangerous mystery. The more Serena learns, the more she realizes that loving the vampire girl might come with dangerous consequences. - - - This story will contain: -violence (beating, killing,...) -detailed sexual content -harassment

She dances with fire. But I thirst for her

Let's just go through the days of Adriana Jahi Justice Morningstar-Matts and Jasmine Tati Morningstar-Matts. We don't know what could happen. . . "Like, Comment, Enjoy!" *DISCLAIMER* THIS STORY IS COMPLETELY FICTIONAL. IT IS NOT MEANT TO CRITASIZE OR MAKE FUN OF PEOPLE RELIGION!