The seduction dripped off of her tongue, just like I desired to be, her low voice entrancing me with the dangerously sadistic melodies of a siren song, with the most terribly sinful lyrics. "I could kill you right now, Angel." She inched closer towards me. "Right here," she said, her eyes raking over my body, sizing me up, slowly. The lustful grey in them soon lifted back up, intimidating mine. Her harsh words screamed murderous intent, but the look in her eyes whispered a different kind of sin. I couldn't tell whether my breath hitched at her cruel threat, or the yearning pulse between my... She interrupted my stream of consciousness, poisoning it with every still second, keeping her gaze on mine as her depraved hand reached out to caress the bruised side of my neck. "But I have something else in mind." ──────────────────── No one ever says it out loud. What she really is. Dangerous. Heartless. Merciless. A murderer. Everyone knows it. And now, she's in control. There are only so many people who kill their way to the top and get away with it. But there are things far more dangerous than power. Things not only worth killing for, but dying for. Seduction. Obsession. Love? Angeline Kelleher, her new secretary, seems to be the only one reckless enough to question her. To stand too close. To look too long. Unfortunately for Angeline, sin itself was designed to allure. Some urges were never meant to be denied, and resisting the sexual temptation of the devil is not an easy sport. But resisting falling in love may be even harder, especially with someone she wasn't sure was even capable of such a feeling... Hopefully 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 angel doesn't fall and break her wings. 𝑂𝑢𝑐ℎ． ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ #1 in lesbian (October 2025) #1 in women (August 2026)

curious twenty-three year old Stephanie Caine unexpectedly stumbles across something that has her questioning everything including her sexuality. she prides herself on morals and priorities but she finds herself overstepping her boundaries for the sake of a mysterious cold hearted woman twice her age, that she just can't seem to get enough of. she soon accepts the womans lifestyle but its one haunting thing about the womans past that leaves a unanswered question she struggles to find a answer to. Story is being rewritten with additional scenes and slight changes. Paperback coming soon!!!

I will forever be an isolated Sex Addict...

let's just say, this ain't no normal "she was my neighbor so I fell in love with her" type X fanfic. started: February 26th, 2020

She came to destroy the empire. She didn't expect to want the woman sitting on its throne. *** Andrea Felipe has nothing left to lose. Her fiancé was murdered and the killer still breathes. So Andrea buries her real name to become Elsa Cruz, takes a job as at Vicious Red -- a luxurious flesh palace owned by the Tanaka clan. Now she pours drinks, eavesdrops and waits for a name or a throat to cut. Akemi Tanaka is no princess, despite what everyone calls her. She is far worse. When a police raid exposes a rat inside her club, Akemi responds the only way she knows how: brutally. One question. One gun. One body after another. At then end of the day, the lucky winner is Elsa, and Akemi offers a deal: Seven days to find the traitor hiding in my club. If you succeed, you walk free. If you fail, I'll paint the floor with what's left of you. Andrea accepts for one reason only: Revenge. But hatred becomes dangerous when it starts breathing like desire. Because the closer Andrea gets to Akemi, the more impossible it becomes to separate the monster from the woman. The killer from the touch she craves. The enemy from the person beginning to ruin her.

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 does not believe in second chances. Not with people. Not with love. Not even with herself. Since her husband's death, she has drowned her feelings in wine and work. Same drink, same restaurant, same routine. Until one day she notices a younger woman and hires her on a whim, telling herself it is nothing more than company. 𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 does not have time to fall for someone. She is too busy holding down her job, keeping her sick mother afloat while sinking herself. When she is offered the chance to become a private chef for double the pay, she takes it, telling herself it is just work. Just friendship. Nothing more. It is about how some things leave, yes. But some things stay, even when you're sure they shouldn't.

Orm Kornnaphat, a dedicated young doctor, is drowning in debt, her struggling clinic on the verge of collapse. When the infamous mafia leader Lingling Kwong-who falls in love with Orm at first glance-offers to pay it all off, the deal seems like salvation. But Orm soon realizes she's not just repaying a debt-she belongs to Lingling now. As danger lurks in the shadows of the underworld, an undeniable spark ignites between them, blurring the lines between fear, loyalty, and an irresistible, forbidden love.

Short Valentine's Day Novel : : : : A Sage Angelo and Mahira Apis story. Enemies to Unknown.... From the day Sage Angelo set foot in, Mahira father Billion Dollar Company. She vowed to make Mahira life a living hell and that include fucking her and blocking her traffic in one day. : : : "Listen to me." Angelo muttered, forcing my head towards her. "You screw yourself with me, like you did today, and you do not get paid at all." I scoffed. My fingers moved quickly, desperate to feel her body. To feel something hard and firm. She grasped my neck. I yelped. "Do you fucking understand me?" Her darkened eyes blazed through me. "It appears that you will have to make me understand in a different way, since I just do not grasp." I muttered, licking the smirk on my lips. She pulled me toward her office by the neck. Pleasure descends to my crotch.

"I finally passed by the last alley before the one my apartment was situated on, when suddently my heart stopped. My body freezed and my ears were ringing from the loud sound of the end. The smell of death, fear and blood. It all happened so soon, too soon. She was just standing there watching as the life was flowing out of the guy's body that was now laying on the cold concrete, lifeless. Her tall figure... so powerful, confident. I watched everything wide eyed and then, the world had stopped. Her head suddently turned towards me and, oh my God. I could feel those sharp, green eyes burning a hole right through my skull in the darkness. I held my breath and quickly hid behind the wall but it was too late. I was foolish. I should've ran away." ... Grace Miller, a clumsy second-year psychology student, never expected to witness a murder-or to cross paths with Amy Carnell, a cold, powerful woman who never lets anyone in. They couldn't be more different. But fate has a twisted way of pulling opposites together. What happens when light collides with shadow? Read to find out :)