The kingdom needs an heir. But the king is old, sick, and incapable of performing. So he came up with a plan. His guard will bed the new queen. He doesn't know that the queen's personal guard is also bedding her. As is her lady's maid. While the kingdom waits for an heir, there are plots of a coup afoot, threatening the queen and the men and woman who had claimed her heart... * Why choose/ RH historical fantasy. This book features MF, FF, MM, MFM scenes. One of the female characters only has spicy scenes with the heroine. The heroine has spicy scenes with everyone. *

When Sorah's aunt is taken by a strange and powerful enemy, she finds herself in complete despair. She has no one left. Her mother, her aunt, anyone who has ever been close to her, are gone. But in the span of one evening, she goes from having no one, to finding trust in a tall, beautiful stranger. Someone she can't bring herself to deny. Kensie Ducall has been searching for the heir for thirty years in an attempt to fulfil her duty as Queen's Assassin. But instead of finding Princess Orla, she finds a young, scared Sorah, who has no idea who she is, or the power she will one day wield. Sorah has no idea she is the Companion Queen, and that the world has been waiting for her for thirty years. But with her Ahein Rah by her side, the vampire who shares her heart by destiny, she will achieve greatness and defeat an ancient enemy. Trigger warnings: Violence Blood/gore Rape/sexual assault

She doesn't say anything, but I can see that the arrow I shot was sticking. She is trying to hide the mixture of emotions but I can see them in her eyes. Shock, then hurt, then anger. Then nothing. "Now I'm fucking done," I say finally. She tilts her head to the left and then right, closing her eyes and rolling her neck back. She takes a deep breath in and starts softly laughing. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. "Who," she says, her voice is low, she opens her eyes and looks back at me, "the absolute fuck," she pushes off the counter and takes a slow step foward, "do you think you are talking to?" Quickly the anger starts to sizzle inside me, my heart dropping in my chest. I take a step back instinctively as she takes another slow dragged out step towards me. The regret sets in along with the fear. What was I thinking. Oh god. What did I just say to her. "I think I need to remind you, little girl, who it is that you are speaking to," she says, her voice cold and dripping with danger, taking a final step infront of me. I am looking up at her now, my breath caught in my chest, her eyes are almost black, "because you will never, ever speak to me like that again." She begins to walk around me and my head turns to follow watching her, my stomach flipping. Her hand grabs my lower face and sharply turns it forward, making me freeze. "Do not look at me," she snarls, stepping behind me, her hand slips from my face, her nails dragging across my jaw and around the back of my neck, hand slipping up through my hair. She makes a fist and pulls my head back roughly, making me gasp, frozen in her grip. I feel her breath in my ear. "We are going to have a serious conversation after this about the nature of our relationship and how we are going to navigate this going forward," her voice is suddenly soft and gentle, "however I think there is a little too much sexual tension between us we both need to get out of our system. What are your safe words, Lenora?"

Nova had always thought that love was never meant for her. From pathetic high school boys to arrogant frat guys, romance had always felt more like a nuisance than a dream. She wasn't looking for it, and she sure as hell didn't need it. Until it appeared in the most unexpected place: Her unpredictable, and impossibly cold chemistry professor. Love wasn't supposed to look like this. It wasn't supposed to be off-limits And it definitely wasn't supposed to be with a women. But love doesn't care about rules, and Nova's about to break every single one them. ─────────────── Fully edited and revised - June 2026.

Ayla Starling - A 19 years old college student. Her name was not once annouced at competitions. Medals from artistic roller skating competitions hang on her wall. But it's never enough. Every day for her is planned, except for the days that are not. What if one day - that was definitely not planned - she wakes up in a stranger's bed? And what if it won't be the last time they see each other? -------------- teacher x student age gap - 21 years wlw - slow burn (trust the process)

Samantha Winston. The hottest girl in Blue Valley High. The popular girl. The girl who every other girl wanted to be, who everyone loved. The girl who people dreamed of being friends with, who every guy wanted to date. With her charm, beautifully disarming smile and deep, blue-green eyes that screamed innocence, nobody failed to fall for her. The one person in Blue Valley High who dared to point out her flaws was Harley Gardner. The one girl who stood up to her. The one girl who judged her and treated her like a person. The one girl who Samantha had tired of trying to impress. The one girl who was going to fall for her the hardest.

"The Help doesn't have to set a single foot into my office. Do you understand?" Mr.Armani spoke to me, condescension heavy in his tone. '𝘛𝘩𝘦 "𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱" 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.' I think to myself, '𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.' ✂ ✁ ✃ My name is Maxine Walker. I was a bright eyed 22 year old woman, with nothing but a high school diploma and the desperate need for something new. I craved independency, and to be away from my parents. I had to find a way to make ends meet and somehow, I got the opportunity to become a housekeeper. A housekeeper for a rich man and his hot, hot wife... Mrs.Armani, Naya Armani, was a sight for sore eyes. But I was her employee. And I had a long-distance girlfriend. And she was married. Fuck, I can't believe she's married. ✂ ✁ ✃

✵ In Italian, it's belladonna but in English a nightshade. It all depends on which one is better ✵ SEQUEL TO BELLADONNA "She was your girl Kira, the one that made your entire world spin, she was golden Kira. You never truly let go of someone golden." [THERE ARE ERRORS in this book! So many errors & they will get fixed soon enough. I just write for fun & none of it is professional. Please beware of these before you read further!]

40 years ago, Princess Inez was struck by a magical curse by the man she had been promised in marriage to. With her throne in the hands of the man that took the life of her parents, and running the country into the ground, Inez will have a hard time reclaiming her rule. Luckily, she was rescued by a young thief with a few tricks up her sleeves, and the sparks begin to fly. But is their room for love between a future queen and lowly thief? Can they defeat the current king and his son? Swords, sorcery, love and passion are all included. Yes, this book is mature. People swear, there may be some sex scenes and some people die. If that isn't your cup of tea, by all means check out some of my not so mature books. On the other hand, if that IS your cup of tea, then just go ahead and read it! If you're looking for more gxg books, there are several here on this profile, so by all means go check out: The Inner Ring (Mature) Full Circle (Not Mature) To Those Who Wait (Mature) Dead Men's Bells (Mature) Jungle Love and Lost (Mature) Ghosted (Mature) A Little Dinged Up (Mature) Cloud Dancing (Mature)

[COMPLETE] Her hands are under my shirt in seconds. She palms my breast through my bra and squeezes like she doesn't care if it leaves a mark. I cry out but the sound is muffled by her lips as her thumb flicks my nipple. "I hate you," I whisper. "Then hate me with your legs opened," she snarls, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind her. Her teeth scrape down my throat, biting at the skin just below my jaw until I hiss. My back arches as her fingers undo the clasp of my bra and when it falls her mouth is latching onto my nipple, sucking it so fucking hard I nearly scream. I grab her hair and yank her head back but the look in her eyes only makes me wetter. "Shut up and fuck me," I snap. She grins. "You don't give the orders." ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨 is the heir to an empire. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳 is a woman sworn to protect her. But the longer she keeps her alive, the more she wants to ruin her. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "In the shadows, we are all nothing but slaves to our darkest desires." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#gayaf (01/08/25)