In the gilded shadows of modern Italy, a lethal marriage of convenience is struck to end a decades-long war. Jayna Angelina Stevens, the iron-fisted heir to an Italian-American legacy with Thai blood in her veins, expects a submissive bride she can command like a pawn. What she gets is Ginny Natnicha Pratipnatsiri-a pure Thai marksman who has survived a lifetime of predators and has no intention of bowing. As the "Old World" Mafia collides with the ruthless ambition of the East, these two rival queens must decide: will they tear each other apart for the crown, or burn the world down together? Power is seized. Family is a fortress. Respect is paid in blood.

Anna expected a drunken conversation with a stranger. She didn't expect to walk into her lecture the next morning and find the same woman standing at the front of the room. What started as curiosity becomes friendship. Friendship becomes something neither of them wants to name and as the line between right and wrong begins to blur, both women are forced to decide how much they're willing to risk. Please leave comments and suggestions for future chapters!!!

Mila James is desperate for a job, so desperate in fact, she decides to approach billionaire businesswoman, Scarlet Ramirez. Despite knowing nothing about fashion, she's adamant that lying on her resume will land her a job working for the hardest woman in the industry. ***** Mila is an aspiring artist hoping to make money in the industry with the sharp tip of her pencil. When falling on hard times caring for her sister, however, she finds herself having to improvise and search for work in unfamiliar places. Fashion isn't her forte, and Scarlet is more than willing to point it out. With clashing personalities and an air of unintended tension, Mila is quick to realise that working for Ramirez isn't for the faint hearted. Will Scarlet soften and break face for her pretty new assistant, or will their fiery favours sabotage the very framework she has spent her entire teenage life building within the ruins of her broken family? *This book contains sexual themes and strong language. Characters are depicted doing sexual acts and using sexual language*

Milena gave up college to take care of her family's coffee shop after her father's accident. But when bills pile up and hope runs thin, she turns to underground boxing - dangerous, illegal, and the only thing paying enough to keep them afloat. Across the street from the café sits a towering company run by Viviana Romano- a powerful, cold CEO who secretly owns the ring milena fights in. When Vivianna hears about a new fighter causing a stir, she doesn't expect the stubborn girl from the café. Milena doesn't care who Viviana is - all she sees is a woman who plays safe and never gets her hands dirty. They argue. They clash. But something keeps pulling them back together.

From the corner of my eye I can see her guards running into the room. With all my strength I pinned her against the wall and quickly reached for the gun around her waist and point it at her ready to shoot. "What are you going to do, love? Shoot me?" "Don't call me that." She ignores me and raises her hand and flicks the safety of the gun off, which I had forgot about. "I thought you knew how to use a gun, princess." ~The Bumping Accident ~For You, Anything {Sequel} ~War Of Hearts {Trilogy} ~Her Heart {Quadrilogy} ~Embers Of Hope {Pentalogy} Cover by @_navyblueee_

Dr. Charlotte Austin saves lives. Engfa Waraha collects debts. They come from completely different worlds and should never have met. But one unexpected encounter changes everything. As Charlotte is pulled deeper into Engfa's dangerous life, both women find themselves caught between love, obsession, loyalty, and secrets that could destroy them. Because some debts can't be paid with money. And some hearts, once given away, can never be taken back. Avarice of the Myocardium - a story of devotion, desire, and a heart that wants more than it should. ⚠️ Content Warning This story contains: Intersex themes (G!P) Mature themes Emotional angst Reader discretion is advised. If these themes are not to your liking, feel free to skip this story. Copyright Notice This work may not be translated, adapted, reproduced, or converted into another story without my explicit permission. While this is a fanfiction and I do not own the characters or their names, the storyline, plot developments, and original narrative elements are my own creation.

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IN WHICH olivia rodrigo is supposed to be writing the happiest album of her life. she's living in london with a boyfriend everyone adores, her career is thriving, and from the outside everything seems to be falling perfectly into place. but somewhere between unfinished love songs and a sudden decision to return to los angeles, she starts realizing that the life everyone thinks she wants might not be the life she actually wants at all. the problem is that some truths are easier to write into a song than admit out loud... IN WHICH violet vale has spent her entire life trying to become someone worth choosing. success came first, then fame, then everything she thought was supposed to fill the empty spaces left behind by a father who never quite made her feel like enough. she's built a career, mastered the art of keeping people in carefully separated boxes, and convinced herself she's doing just fine. then a collaboration lands in her lap and suddenly she's spending more and more time with a girl who sees right through the walls she's spent years building. the question is what happens when the lines between friendship, music, and something much more dangerous start to blur... ------------------- olivia rodrigo x femOC

"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.

Different hands, Triggering hesitation... I found my heart betraying its own restraint, Making acquaintance with a rhythm it recognized too late For someone I thought I couldn't claim as mine