Princess Yasmin's hand caught my chin. Then- Her lips crashed onto mine. My eyes snapped open. The cold sweetness of the nectar mingled with warmth - hers, mine, impossible to tell anymore. Her mouth coaxed mine open further, taking back what I had stolen. Slowly. Thoroughly. Not a rush. A reclamation. Her lips moved with such control it made my knees weaken. It wasn't just a kiss - it was a statement. You don't win against me. My body tensed, trapped between wall and woman - royalty and rebellion. Her fingers slowly slid from my jaw then to my throat, brushing the skin there like she owned it. Her other hand planted firmly beside my head, holding me there, commanding. I didn't resist. I couldn't. Every movement of her lips was deliberate - drawing out the flavor, the heat, the punishment. She didn't let a single drop escape. I melted into her kiss. Or maybe I burned. Her tongue flicked the roof of my mouth. She tasted the last hint of sweetness and didn't stop. I let out a muffled sound - somewhere between a gasp and a groan. She finally pulled back, barely an inch, breath grazing my lips. Her chest rose and fell against mine, both of us unsteady, caught in the aftermath. "You think you're clever," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes darkened in a way I'd never seen before. I blinked, still stunned, lips parted. "You're not," she said, lips brushing mine again - featherlight. Then she stepped away. Just like that. Back straight, chin high - as if nothing had just happened. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." Story Description: The Shadow Reaper - born of vengeance, trained to kill, untouched by mercy. Until she meets Princess Yasmin - beautiful, calculating, and dangerously in control. A cold-blooded assassin and a calculating princess collide in a battle of power, desire, and control-where every kiss is a challenge and surrender is the deadliest sin.

SXF • two high school girls at a boarding school-one rebellious, one quiet-become roommates and grow close despite clashing. when trouble pulls them apart, one fights to reach the other before summer starts. • • • • - violence - strong language - mature audience - sex

"Your favourite patients back," Billie O'Connell's home isn't a sanctuary - it's a war zone. With parents who scream more than they speak and a house that feels colder than the streets, Billie would do anything to escape. And she does - through a loophole that lands her in the hospital night after night, just for a few hours of peace and quiet. But loopholes don't stay hidden forever. Harley works on the paediatric mental health unit. She's seen kids like Billie before - but none of them have gotten under her skin quite like this. Billie is sharp, guarded, and heartbreakingly young. And when Harley breaks protocol to give her a lifeline - a phone number scribbled on a napkin - their connection deepens into something neither of them expected. As nights turn into weekends and hospital visits turn into sleepovers, Billie finds herself wanting things she never thought she'd have: a warm bath. A soft voice. A home. A hand to hold when the world gets too loud. And maybe... love. But love isn't simple - not when it's built from trauma and quiet, stolen moments. And Billie's world isn't done breaking yet. A tender, aching story of survival, found family, and the kind of love that heals from the inside out. Achieved: #1 in mentalhealthmatters

You were always known as the emotionless one in the town, now being sent to the Dimitrescu castle will that change? Will you find something... Or someone that is worth your time?

"𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕." Jules Gray Taylor has been on her own since 13, and thats how she would like it to stay. But when she runs into a group of people while shes suffering from the harsh winter, she has no choice but to go back with them. She doesn't plan on staying long, but that all changes when she starts finding herself in the town. Or more specifically, a certain someone. -fem oc x ellie williams

Jade knew that the moment Maya stepped back into the room, soft and sleepy-looking in borrowed cotton, Jade would be gone. Just dust. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. "Get a grip," she whispered harshly. "You're not thirteen and writing fanfiction. She's your friend. She trusts you. Don't be a fucking creep." Still, the part of her she hated most whispered: But what if she wanted you to look? And fuck. What if she did?

!!! this is the sequel to my book "addiction" do not read this if you have not read "addiction" !!! ============================== with billie away on tour, jessie has to learn to cope without billie constantly within her reach. will she fall into old habits, or will she overcome her addiction? ============================== lowercase intended ============================== started: 11/3/2020 ended: 3/18/2021

Isabella was drowning in pain, stuck in a cycle she couldn't escape. Then came Billie. Beautiful, wild, unexpected. One night changed everything. But some scars run too deep... And saving each other might destroy them both. Achievements 🥇 #billieeilishsmut 🥇 #billie 🥇 #lesbian 🥇 #hmhas 🥇 #freaky 🥇 #pushandpull 🥇 #losangeles 🥈 #billieeilishfanfic 🥈 #billieeilish 🥈 #girls 5 #billiesmut

Celeste thought her life was perfect-until the night that shattered everything. At 21, she had it all: love, stability, and a future she believed in. But on Valentine's Day, a night meant for roses and promises, her world crumbled. Betrayed by the woman she loved on their first anniversary, Celeste's heartbreak should have been the worst part of the evening. It wasn't. That same night, she was taken-kidnapped by a woman who was everything her ex wasn't: dangerous, powerful, and merciless. Raven Cantié, known in the criminal underworld as La Louve Noire-The Black She-Wolf-isn't just a mafia boss. She's a legend. Sadistic, manipulative, and irresistibly charismatic, Raven doesn't ask. She takes. And what she wants now is Celeste-fragile, whose innocence fascinates her like a flame calling to a predator. But what Raven doesn't expect is that the girl she saw as prey might be something else entirely. Because Celeste isn't just fragile. She's fire wrapped in fear, and there are things inside her even Raven can't control. Will Raven tame her favorite possession, or will Celeste be the one to burn the wolf alive? A story of obsession, trauma, twisted power, and a darkness that blurs the line between love and control. • • • • Trigger warnings:kidnapping, drinking, smut, degrading, blood, beating, killing, very graphic tortures , SA, rape, drugging, a lot of swears etc. It's 18+ story with mature scenes and graphic content. You're reading this on your own responsibility! #2 in torture 21.01.2026 #1 in risk 21.01.2026 #1 in prey 22.01.2026 #4lesbianromance

One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.