"She chose you" I turned to look at Noah and frowned my eyebrows in confusion from what he said "what do you mean she chose me?" I asked stepping closer to him. A small smile grew on his face as he stood with his back straightened as always "she saw you at the gathering then told her parents the same night, if they want her to have an arranged marriage then the least they can do is get you to be her wife even if she didn't even speak to you" "She doesn't show her emotions very well but she feels more than any of us" my lips were parted. I didn't know what to say. --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -abuse -sexual assault/harassment -violence -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -family issues

A short Christmas Romance : : : I was enthralled with the crimson frosting, green glitter, and sprinkles as soon as I opened wrapper of my donut. All my concern appeared to dissipate as I nibbled into the delectable pastry, that was, until Darius said. "Can you not moan? It stiffens my cock." I hurled, disgusted by how vile she can be. She was extremely stunning and attractive, but her conduct was not. "Couldn't you not tell me about your little peanut." "Baby, this will put you in a wheelchair," she chuckled, her tone dripping with confident.

Destiny is 25 she's struggling to keep up with her two jobs. she's an orphan and she has a 2 year old daughter named Angel, her ex boyfriend left her when she was pregnant. She's also a great painter. Tala is 29 she's a billionaire. She has hotels, casinos, night clubs...etc. She likes to fool around with girls, specially when they find out she's a mafia leader.She has scars on her face and body that she hides from the world and she's looking for someone to make a perfect portrait painting of her. *Highest Rankings* 1# gxg 1# girlxgirl 1# lesbian 1# wlw 1# lesbianromance 1# lesbian fiction 1# womanxwoman 1# intersex 8# mafia

Grace Saintclaire and Andrea Anderson come from extremely wealthy and well-known families-and fate has brought them to the same university: Andrea as a professor, Grace as a student. Neither knows the other's true identity... until one night at a dinner party, where their rival families come face-to-face for the first time in years. That's when Grace and Andrea discover they are to be wed. A contracted marriage between two daughters of rival families. Will Grace and Andrea accept their fate with heavy hearts? Will they fight it? Or could the unexpected happen... and they fall in love instead? Read to find out. P.S. This story leans into enemies-to-lovers dynamics and features an intersex character. ⚠️ Warning: This book contains multiple smut scenes (no prior warning), strong language, and depictions of abuse, violence, homophobia. Reader discretion is advised.

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.