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Após deixar o exército, Andrea Sachs tenta esquecer os fantasmas da guerra - até que o passado retorna na forma mais inesperada: Miranda Priestly. Ícone da moda e alvo de uma série de ameaças misteriosas, Miranda recorre à única pessoa em quem confia para protegê-la. O reencontro não é casual. Andy, marcada por uma devoção silenciosa e inabalável, aceita sem hesitar. À medida que o perigo se aproxima, nasce entre as duas uma tensão que vai além do profissional. Em meio a festas luxuosas, atentados sombrios e ordens friamente dadas e religiosamente obedecidas, surge uma paixão lenta, intensa - e carregada de entrega. Andy não apenas protege Miranda com o corpo, mas com a alma. E Miranda, acostumada a dominar tudo e todos, começa a testar os limites de um poder diferente: o que se tem sobre o coração de alguém. Uma história sobre poder, desejo, e a mais profunda forma de submissão: aquela movida por amor. Nota: Conteúdo G!P, se não gostar, não leia... obrigada!

Royal Rose (Book 2) WARNING G!P book Danielle has been living as a regular knight for years now. She walks around the market making sure that everything it perfect and then helps in teaching kids to fight in the afternoon. Simple, but it was everything Danielle could ever ask for. She met Isabelle before the war and she's pretty, and kind, and brightens up the place wherever she goes. An unexpected kiss between them was her undoing. She wanted more, but her secrets kept her from getting close to anyone, even the soft librarian. Because no one knows that she was the Lost Royal of Vitalis and no one can know. Highest Ranking: #1 gxg #1 gp #1 fxf #1 hermaphrodite #1 girlongirl #1 knights #1 arena #3 futanari #4 futa #6 medieval #17 wxw

GIRLXGIRL Have you ever heard the story of the girl in the well? No? Well, ha ha...ironic, you've come to the right place. Three years ago and deep within the Oregon wilderness just outside the little town of Hood River, a young girl vanished into thin air, never to be seen again. She was an avid hiker and her family and friends chose to believe she had fallen to her death in a place of seclusion. But as the rumors spread, it became clear that something much more sinister had taken place. When seventeen year old Evangeline Pierce and her best friend Jupiter (strange I know), stumble upon a mystical and no doubt impossibly old wishing well in the forest not far from her new home, they decide to check it out. Unbeknownst to them however, this is no ordinary well. It is a bridge to another dimension, a whole new world (cue Aladdin) where magic exists and dark entities hunt in the night for their next victim. Laughing off the spooky stories, the two girls approach the well, intending to make a wish. Instead, Evangeline's clumsiness and a misplaced rock send her tumbling over the stone and into the murky depths, where everything goes black. When she wakes, dazed and confused but very much alive, she finds herself face to face with the very girl that went missing all those years ago. Only this time, she's not the bubbly person Eva once knew her as. Brutally attacked and immersed deep into the Unseelie and Seelie fae fued and not a friend in sight, Eva must find a way to survive it all if means ever returning to her world. EXTREME TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY WILL HAVE INSTANCES OF EXTREME GORE, GRAPHIC SEXUAL SCENES, AND SEXUAL ASSAULT/RAPE. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE 17 AND UNDER. ⚠️ This story is an inspiration to the ugly side of a sexual assault survivor's fight for survival and to rebuild their lives. It is intended to be raw, real, with a paranormal twist. Please read with caution ⚠️

What if you accidentally summoned the goddess of death? Well, believe me, I never thought I would be in this situation. With a sick mother and a little sister to care for, a murderous goddess up my ass was the last thing I needed or wanted. But there wasn't much choice I had, so I figured, hey? Maybe she can offer me some help. Well, turns out the reward for raising the dead wasn't quite what I thought it would be. Enchanted by her beauty and unique sense of humor, I let my guard down and that sealed my fate. When she abruptly kidnaps me from my home and tears me from my loved ones, I vowed to do all I could to get back to them, even if it included finding a way to kill the deity we used to pray to. Only, I never expected the knife to cut me as well.

GirlxGirl "What are you?" I whispered, my eyes still riveted on her form from where she stood a few feet away from me. Water dripped and rolled off of her skin and the plop, plop of each drop seemed ridiculously loud even over the roar of the sea. Her long lustrous white hair nearly reached her knees and waved slightly in the breeze. Her cerulean blue eyes had darkened to match the sea and a faint glow radiated from them. My eyes fought to stay connected to hers, it was so tempting to look down at her pearly skin that was so fully on display. The silver crown on her head dipped slightly as she lowered her head. "I am yours." Her siren's voice spoke, wrapping me in lyrics that I didn't know the language of but it didn't matter because my body knew the song. When I moved to the beautifully lethal seaside town of Long Beach, Washington, I never expected my whole world to be turned upside down. After a near-drowning three days into our move, my moms (yes I have two moms) are more than reluctant to let me out of their sight. But alas, as a redhead, I never could stay out of trouble for very long. Only the funny thing is, I never expected to be saved by a five hundred year old mermaid princess hell bent on claiming me as her mate. Nor did I expect everything about myself and my heratige to change. Yeah, I made that face too. RIP Kelsey.

Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

Sofía Bennett con futuro incierto, sin apoyo de su familia y ¿amor en puerta? Emilia Rossi heredera de gran cadena hotelera, conflictos familiares y ¿problemas legales?

Em um reino onde a coroa dita quem merece viver e quem serve apenas de espetáculo, uma nova tradição toma forma: a Seleção Real. Mas, desta vez, o trono não busca um príncipe. Ele exige uma rainha. Celiné, a herdeira do império, carrega um segredo que desafia os próprios alicerces do poder. Para garantir a linhagem - e camuflar escândalos internos - ela é forçada a escolher uma esposa entre trinta garotas do povo. O que era para ser um desfile de beleza e submissão se transforma em um jogo de poder, quando uma candidata que não deveria estar ali cruza os portões do palácio. Ilyra é uma artista sem família, sem passado, e com os olhos cheios de revolta. Vinda de uma região esquecida pelo império, ela não foi colhida. Ela se plantou ali. E cresceu com espinhos. Enquanto alianças se formam, corações se rompem e desejos se tornam armas, as duas mulheres se veem presas em uma teia de política, luxúria e segredos perigosos demais para serem enterrados. Porque quando se colhem flores em solo envenenado... ...é só uma questão de tempo até que alguém sangre. +18/