"Dumbass" "Blind bitch" "Shut up and kiss me"

Let's get lost together. Share my pain, frustrations, and happiness. Let's all find her-my greatest love. Love, Reign STATUS: COMPLETE Filipino-English

Completed 💯 MDLG GxG don't read if you don't like it! non sexual nursing Margot Vale is a cold, driven executive with a secret-she's been silently grieving the loss of her infant daughter for years. Her only tie to motherhood is the breast milk she still pumps and donates, a hidden ritual in an otherwise ruthless world. When Elise, a kind and capable young assistant, enters her life, Margot does everything to keep her out. But when Margot breaks down after missing her pumping sessions and destroying her pump, Elise stays-offering gentle help and unexpected understanding. In a moment of raw vulnerability, two women begin to build something rare: quiet trust in the ruins of pain and silence. short story

I was awakened by a buzz, but I don't want to get up, instead I lay still on my bed and about to dream again when I heard a THUD, I flinched at the sound. It's Saturday so I'm not expecting anyone at this early in the morning. I'm not a morning person, I am now annoyed to whoever it is. "Coming!" I yelled and started walking which took me sometime because I literally took my time, don't blame me I'm still sleepy, I opened the door to see a very beautiful woman, she has long wavy hair, thick eyelashes and pink pout lips and lastly... a body to die for. I frowned when I realized a high-school student? I can say because she's wearing a uniform. What is a beautiful high-school girl doing here knocking at my door? I asked mentally. I was about to ask her when she suddenly slipped inside my condo and sit on the couch cozily, I crossed my arms and face her still frowning. "Miss what are you doing here? What do you need?" I asked her curiously. She looked at me and smiled, a smile that can make men drool, but I'm not because I'm still annoyed. "I am your girlfriend" she said sweetly, my eyes widened in shock, I know I'm drunk last night but I don't remember having a girlfriend. I was about to say something when she stood up and face me leaning so much closer that were inches apart. "You wished for me, last night on the internet" oh crap! Now I remember! I was browsing the net when a certain ad captures my attention. "But I wished for a BOYFRIEND! Not a Girlfriend!!?" How do you handle a situation where there's NO REFUND and NO EXCHANGE? Copyright © 2014-2022. Manila, Philippines. All rights reserved.

A kiss can change everything. One kiss with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic. What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead? * "Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin fucking burns" Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. "Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?" Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear. How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of kissing her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now. Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard" she whispers in my ear and I squirm. When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. "Then don't." I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.

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.

She spilled coffee on a stranger. She didn't know she was falling into her orbit. Ivy Moore is twenty-two, restless, and quietly unraveling beneath the weight of expectations she never chose. The daughter of a respected doctor, she has everything she needs-on paper. But between university lectures and long shifts at a campus café she doesn't need but insists on keeping, Ivy feels adrift. Until one wrong step lands her in the path of Celeste Deloera. Elegant. Untouchable. Dangerous in stillness. Celeste is not just Ivy's literature professor-she's also the editor-in-chief of the world's most exclusive fashion and culture magazine. Cold and precise, Celeste rules every room she enters. So when Ivy unknowingly applies for a job as her personal assistant, she finds herself pulled into Celeste's tightly controlled world of power, beauty, and brutal expectations. But working beside Celeste is nothing like Ivy imagined. It's long nights, sharp silences, stolen glances, and unspoken rules. And the longer Ivy stays, the more the lines blur-between obedience and desire, between curiosity and obsession, between what's allowed and what's already begun. Now, Ivy lives in two realities: one where she's the quiet student at the back of the classroom... and another where she walks two steps behind Celeste through velvet-curtained galas and midnight boardrooms. Close enough to feel her. Never close enough to know her. What begins as admiration becomes fascination. Fascination becomes obsession. And obsession, Ivy learns, always has a cost. In a world ruled by secrets, silence, and stares held a second too long, love is not gentle. It stares you down. And dares you to follow.

The shy girl wanted to prove she could be useful to the CEO's plan-seducing a dangerous man. Trembling, she carefully straddled Diana's lap, heart pounding, desperate to show she wasn't as helpless as she seemed. Diana's cold voice challenged her: "Is that all you can do? You think this is helping? Sitting on me, trembling like that?" But inside, watching Anna like this, she felt something she refused to admit-losing control. Anna ran away to start over. At nineteen, she left behind a strict father, a forced engagement, and a life that never felt like hers. Now she's tucked away in a quiet corner of Thailand, working at a small café and trying to find pieces of herself again. Then Diana (33) walked in. Cold, composed, and impossibly intimidating, Diana is the kind of woman who commands a room without saying a word. A powerful CEO with a mysterious edge and eyes that never miss a thing. She claims she's just there for coffee... but she lingers. Watches. Smiles, when no one's looking. When a spilled drink and an innocent apology turn into a moment neither of them expected, Anna finds herself pulled into a game she doesn't understand, one filled with secrets, tension, and a closeness that feels too dangerous to want. But Diana isn't just a customer. And Anna isn't just a girl working behind the counter. One is hiding a mission. The other is trying not to lose herself. And neither of them is ready for what's coming next.

Carina is a 29-year-old mafia boss, feared for her cold heart and sharp tongue. She runs her world with strict rules and zero tolerance for mistakes. But under all that power and ruthlessness hides a fiercely loyal woman-if you're lucky enough to get past her walls. Julie, 19, is just starting college after years of traveling and homeschooling. She's bright, kind, and full of hope, even if she's a little behind everyone else. Her positivity lights up every room-even rooms that should stay dark. When Julie and Carina's paths cross under the worst circumstances, their worlds crash together. Carina's tough, guarded nature clashes with Julie's warmth and stubborn spark. But as they're pulled deeper into each other's lives, tension turns into something neither of them expected. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ #5 - Lesbian #2 - Mafia #4 - gxg #2 - Gayaf #9 - Slowburn #2 - Lesbian Romance #1 - wlwbook #2 - Dark Romance #1 - Lesbian Book First part of the book needs some editing..

"I know," Talia said, voice low. "But I don't want our first time to be a blur. I want it to ruin you." Mira blinked, stunned. "I want you clear-headed. Sober. I want you to remember how I touch you. How I taste you. I want you trembling under me, not swaying because of wine." ✧⁠*✧⁠*✧⁠*✧⁠* Talia Laurent is a 29-year-old gallery owner and elusive artist, wrapped in mystery and manicured precision. She commands every room with quiet authority, her intensity strong but always controlled. She rarely smiles, but when she does, it ruins people. She's built walls no one has dared to scale-until Mira. Mira Evans is 21, an art student who doesn't paint, but lives and breathes in creative spaces. She's free-spirited, emotionally brave, and effortlessly magnetic-a contrast to Talia's polished restraint. Mira loves fiercely, questions everything, and never plays safe. She's intrigued by the cold, unreachable woman behind the gallery walls-and unaware that her presence is awakening something possessive and raw in Talia. Where Mira brings color and chaos, she also exposes what's been buried beneath Talia's years of detachment. ! Mature content included !