As Manhattan's most feared criminal defense attorney, Valentina Pierce doesn't lose-cases, control, or composure. Her life is built on unbreakable rules and airtight boundaries, all designed to keep her one step ahead of chaos. Then Emery Vale walks into her office. The brilliant and scandal-shrouded tech CEO is facing a federal indictment that could destroy her empire. She's arrogant, reckless, and entirely too comfortable breaking rules. Valentina knows better than to get close-but Emery makes resistance feel like weakness. What starts as strategy meetings and legal briefs turns into late nights, charged glances, and a battle of wills neither woman is prepared to lose. Valentina is used to dominating the courtroom-but with Emery, every glance is a dare, every touch a negotiation. -RANKINGS- 🥇#1 in #girlxgirlbook 🥇#1 in #lesbianbook 🥇#1 in #womanxwoman 🥇 #1 in #loveislove 🥇 #1 in #client

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

"𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔" wednesday addams x oc

𝑳𝒀𝑳𝑨𝑯 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺𝑶𝑹, just another puppet for her parents' image, for their name and status, was the picture-perfect young woman, the one whose piercing blue eyes could shatter souls with just a glance. She held the power over everyone and everything, as she made sure to bury every fragment of her true soul in a ground that not even the quickest and most innocent one of her thoughts was allowed to step on. 𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑨 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑹𝑨, repeatedly trying to change herself in order to fit, once again, into her family's sick standards. The blonde failed to fulfill her dreams, now just a delicate piece of art that everyone ignored to look at the more popular and admired one: her older brother. She had everything: the looks, the intellect, the attitude, the manners. Just not the desire to experience a religious-ideal romance. After Lylah and Anthea's first encounter that caused flames between them, the souls of the two attracted each other like two opposite poles, pulling them into a constant fire that would offer them liberty in exchange of permanent scars on their bodies and souls. Or just turn them into ashes. [18+]

Most people know when they've fallen in love. They know when they start to develops feelings for someone. But figuring that out can be hard to do when someone else is in the way. Alex, Alexandra Stratton, moves from her old home expecting to live the same life she always had. But things get shaky when she meets Katrina and her friends. Alongside her twin sister Ali and brother Austin she faces her Senior year at a new school, basketball with a new team, and love with. . . two? new people. Could things become anymore unexpected for her?

Theia, Queen of the North, ruled with a composure as refined as it was ruthless. Whispers of her name drifted through the kingdom like winter's breath, sharp, unrelenting, and impossible to ignore. She was something far more dangerous, a ruler forged in frost and blood, whose mercy was seldom granted and never expected. Lamia arrived as nothing more than a whisper of misfortune, rescued from a life of cruelty best left buried and delivered into service within the palace walls. Unwanted, unseen, and achingly alone, she knew better than to draw attention, especially from a Queen whose favor could elevate or destroy with a single glance. But courts are treacherous places, where power is a game and hearts are liabilities. For beneath the Queen's polished restraint lies a storm not easily tamed, and Lamia, fragile yet unbroken, may be the only one who dares to stand within it. In a kingdom where loyalty is fleeting and the past never loosens its grip, one truth lingers... Even the most graceful courts are built upon blood.

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....

I couldn't understand, what it was exactly... The pain.... Or The tightness of her hand around my throat... Or maybe the way she fucked me with her eyes because I felt my back arch at the same time my eyes rolling at the back of my head.. My arms that were wrapped around her neck tightened their hold around her making my stiletto nails dug into her skin as I pulled her closer. My toes against the floor curled, feeling myself slowly moving over the edge. Even though my lungs burned in need for air unlike my soul that drowned and burned in pure ecstasy and need. The want and need sipping into my soul made my head tilt back against the wall, letting her hand perfectly wrap around my throat. "Fuckkkk!" Grey cursed out loud My eyes blurred with my own tears feeling the pulsing between my legs growing more but I tightened my hold against her shoulders pulling her more to me making her bury her head in the crook of my neck. Her grip never once loosening... Her breaths were short, shaky and heavy against my ear and before I could process everything, her voice hoarse and strained pierced through my senses, "Let this be a little warning to you so that whenever you think of defying me," Grey paused.. "I want you to remember how your body is nothing without me. Let that stay in your thick skull of yours, slut but for now, have fun thinking of how my dick would have felt pulsing within your walls." ******* Wanna find out more, check out the book immediately you read this..

[THIS STORY IS INCOMPLETE AND IS UNLIKELY TO BE UPDATED] "I will never fucking kneel for you," I hiss at her as she smirks at me from her obnoxiously large bed. Her brow raises and I can see through her eyes that she's thinking about a lot more than she's saying. She bites her lip as her eyes look up and down, fixing on the low neckline of my dress she forced me to wear that pushes up most of my cleavage. "We'll see about that," she innocently says back with a tender smile, getting up from her bed to walk over to me. Whenever she walks her hips sway so much. It's enchanting but I need to resist her advances. The last person that was caught with her was dead a few minutes later and I don't want that fate. Her hands slam against the wall either side of me in her attempt to be intimidating but I quickly flip her round so that her back is against the wall and her arms are pinned above her head. She gasps and begins to struggle against my hold, determined not to let me dominate her. She's used to bossing people around but I want to give her a taste of her own medicine. "Not used to submitting to someone else, are you, Princess?" I whisper in her ear, holding her still beneath me. "I can change that. I'll have you kneeling for me within the minute." "You wouldn't dare," she spits back. "Would you like to bet on that?" **** Alruna would prefer to stay in her village but her wishes are left unanswered as she's forced into the castle to become an obedient servant but her spirit isn't so easily broken. Especially not by a spoilt and demanding princess that understands nothing beyond her palace's walls.

"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.