Bloodbound Desire - A Love Written in Blood and Fate Elara Quinn never believed in the supernatural-until she found a blood sample that shouldn't exist. As a brilliant but struggling medical researcher, she follows the mystery straight into the arms of Selene Voss-a powerful, dangerously alluring vampire who has spent centuries avoiding love. Selene has sworn off attachments, keeping her world wrapped in shadows, but Elara is different. She's smart, fearless, and stubborn enough to challenge Selene at every turn. What starts as a deadly game of curiosity and control quickly spirals into something neither of them can resist. But loving a vampire comes with a price. A powerful enemy lurks in the dark, ready to destroy anything Selene holds dear-including Elara. As war brews and impossible choices loom, Elara must decide whether to cling to her humanity or embrace the monster Selene is terrified of unleashing. Blood, passion, and betrayal collide in this supernatural romance, where love is both a salvation and a curse. --- ⚠️ WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️ If you fall in love with a fictional vampire and refuse to date real humans... that's not my problem. If you start dramatically staring out of windows at night, waiting for a hot immortal to appear... good luck with that. If you start craving rare steak and develop an urge to wear all black, blame Selene. If your emotional stability depends on whether or not these two kiss, welcome to the club. Read at your own risk. I take no responsibility for your new vampire obsession. new episodes will be uploaded every Tuesday, thursday, Saturday. ©All Right Reserved

A Sugar Daddy Dark Romance : : : : "Listen, Ms. Virgin, you obviously don't know who I am. So allow me to share some information with you." My gaze was drawn to her gorgeous lips as she leaned in close. "Exactly, pay close attention to my lips." Those lovely lips have a grin on them. Her hand, which was holding a costly gold watch that matched her attire, stroked over my cheek. I took a step back from her. "I will fuck your life up and lastly don't speak to me like I am one of your friends. Here's my phone number." She offered me a card, which I took carelessly between my fingers. She might order me to jump, and I'd inquire, 'off the cliff?' "Call me; I anticipated you to be in my bed pretty soon." She remarked, "I felt her laying my phone between my bosoms." The screen's coolness pierced my flesh. I sneered at her arrogance, which led her to believe I would ever sleep with her. This was merely a casual get-together. "I'm not going to call you." I remarked, placing the card inside the bag's safety, that even if I won't call, I won't throw away the number either.

What happens when Maya Madison a diligent and persistent young girl had a opposite and troublesome neighbor. Peyton Harley Mcwell a cold hearted person and a college dropout and also know the troublemaker in the city. Can Maya found peace in the neighborhood?

Heith Wilson (22 years old) a cold hearted drug dealer and daughter of the mafia boss. Bianca Hill (23 years old) a charming young lady and one of the maids in the Wilson's mansion. Bianca is inlove with Hieth the scariest wilson child. Bianca believes heith has a inner innocent heart inside her.

A lesbian Romance : : : : I grumbled awake, feeling my body in a weird posture, and my eyes opened to find a flock of black strands for a wall. It didn't take long for my eyes to register that my arms couldn't move. I shift my head around, attempting to push the strand away, but my now-ragged breath was ineffective. I wasn't really bewildered. I knew just where I was. I knew I was bound to the blasted head board. Karib thinks this was a game? I had successfully pulled the strands away to see just that. My hands spread out like a bird's wing, with both wrists connected to the head board. My eyebrows furrowed as I quickly became aware that I was nude. My respiration quickened, as though I were pursuing my own shadow. I wasn't lying on my back. I was on my knees, my back arched, and I trembled as I realized my entire lower body was exposed to her. "Karib!" I shouted in a panic.

Desperate housewife called for desperate fucking measure. Mia Bent wasn't your ordinary housewife. She didn't cook. She certainly didn't clean and she definitely doesn't sit and wait for her small dick husband to fuck not when there is a 9 inch next door. **************************** "Please..." I exhaled, "please fuck me, Eli." I shook my head as she nodded to the closed bedroom door. The heat between my legs was rising, and I was frightened I wouldn't be able to get into bed. I want to be pleased right here, on this carpet, with my hands on this wall and her cock deep into me. "Where?" She spoke in hushed tones. Her fingertips traced the length of my arms. "I am happily married." I blurted out. But as my neediness grew, my thoughts screamed that it didn't give a fuck. My pussy needs to be stabbed viciously from behind in order to unleash all of its pent-up rage. I spun around, my hands on the walls. "I adore my husband, but he cannot give me what I desire." I exhaled, wanting for her to touch me, my eyes welling up at how desperate I was to suck her cock, to feel her hands, to do something crazy and out of the ordinary.

Vivienne Winters-Crawford has always had everything. The penthouse childhood, the private schools, the kind of money that fixes problems before they even start. But now, fresh out of college with an art degree in one hand and independence in the other, she wants to experience being on her own. So she moves out. No staff, no safety net, just a cramped two-bedroom apartment and a roommate she's never expected. Aveline Parker is a ghost of a girl who prefers silence to survival. Grey eyes, jet black hair, and a presence that slips through rooms without a sound. No one knows what she's been through, except Estelle, the woman who gave her a job, a room, and a reason to stay. Aveline doesn't talk much. She doesn't trust. She just survives. When Vivienne answers an ad for a roommate, she never expects the other room to belong to a girl who barely speaks. But there's something magnetic about Aveline. Something quiet and aching. And despite the silence, despite the walls, things start to unravel. One moment at a time. One scar at a time. This isn't a love story born out of ease. It's a love story built in the healing. In the light that comes after the dark.

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."

Evan Carter: a laid back teenager who's just looking for fun and nothing more. Doesn't care about grades and puts most of her time towards music and her friends. Oh and let's not forget-she's gay. Ashely Daniels: excels in all academics and has a lot of people who admire her. Beautiful and popular-and dating the quarterback of the football team. But, Evan and Ashley can't stand each other and have complete different personalities. But they do have a few things in common: They hate each other. Their parents are dating. They live under the same roof. And they share the same room. NOT AN INCEST STORY SO DONT EVEN THINK THAT. REPEAT. NOT. INCEST AT ALL. NOT EVEN IN THE SLIGHTEST BIT.

A short Romance Novel : : : : "Just being yourself is special enough." I muttered, her lips touched mine, I sighed, and I pulled her closer. I want to repeat that forgettable night, but this time I'll remember. I began tearing at her suit, my lips enticing hers. My fingers then moved down to her belt, where I began twisting it, attempting to undo. Even though we were in the center of the hall, I was confident that nobody would dare barge in between us. My fingers had successfully undone her belt. I was able to feel her cock. I moaned as my flesh heated up from wanting her. But she gradually began to back away....