Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

What happens when Morgan Valentine asks her best friend to be her fake girlfriend in hopes to make her long time girl next door crush jealous? Sounds easy... right?

Princess Cameron is forced to seek refuge in a private school. Despite her effort by laying low she quickly form a bond with Morgan, an annoying student who won't leave her alone. But with tensions both in and outside the walls, Cameron must decide whether to stand beside Morgan or go back to the safety of her old life. Will Cameron have what it takes to save both her kingdom and her new found feelings? Book 1: The Princess Book 2: Stranded Book Cover Design: HerParamour

Celeste closed the space between us, hand pressing against the tender spot she'd marked last night. I gasped. "That's mine," she whispered, fingers teasing possessively. "Every inch of your body... belongs to me." Her lips trailed my jaw, voice rough. "I want you trembling again. Want you to remember my name-every time someone even tries to look at you" Then her voice dropped, velvety and dark like smoke curling around my skin. "If I can't have you, no one can." ------------------------------------------------------- At twenty-six, Riley thought she knew what to expect from corporate life-long hours, endless revisions, and a boss who'd probably forget her name. She didn't expect Celeste Leclair. Sharp, stunning, and almost mythically untouchable, Celeste runs Leclair & Vale like a perfectly calibrated machine. She doesn't make small talk. She doesn't make mistakes. And she definitely doesn't do feelings. To Celeste, Riley is just another junior analyst. Until the day she isn't.

🥇#1 Wattpad in GxG Category 🥇#1 Wattpad in Lesbians Category 🥇#1 Wattpad in Madness Category She was mine before him. Always has been. We grew up together, slept curled up against each other, shared every secret. But she never looked at me the way I look at her. The way I want her. He ruined everything. He took her when he shouldn't have. So I did what had to be done. To get her back. To make her mine. Only mine. Love has no limits. Neither do I.

Alexandra Carmichael is the school's most popular it girl. Captain cheerleader, filthy rich and way too pretty for her own good. Everything changes when she meets one Emily Lockhart... ---------------------------- TW (mentioned only in one or two chapters): depression, anxiety, self harm, emotional abuse. Also, lots of smut🫡

Isabella Brooks. A strong-headed, loud, intersex, fearless woman. Olivia Harper. A closed-off, intelligent, strict but tamed woman. What happens when these two meet, can they get along? Or will it be a fight to the end? There's love, betrayal, memories, violence, and much more in their journey.

Talia Decker is sixteen, starting her junior year of high school. Popular, outgoing, and seemingly confident, she is wholly unprepared for the wildfire that is the new girl: Monroe Kingston. Dark, mysterious, and cocky, Monroe is everything Talia hates about the bad girl cliché. Determined to stay far, far away from this alluring, motorcycle-riding senior, Talia does everything she can to avoid her. But when sparks fly, can Talia really resist the temptation that is Monroe Kingston?

In the city of love, beneath a sky painted in gold and light, Irina and Céleste stand on a rooftop overlooking the glowing skyline of Paris. Years of power, loyalty, and devotion have shaped them into something unbreakable - or so they believe. And when they ask Eleanor to bind her life to theirs, it feels like the beginning of forever. But forever was never simple for women like them. Before the empire. Before the vows. Before Eleanor. There was a first look. A first argument. A first moment where control slipped and something far more dangerous took its place. Love built their foundation. Power crowned them. Secrets protected them. Until the past begins to whisper. A message. A threat. A truth buried in blood. As lies unravel and old wounds reopen, the marriage that once felt untouchable begins to fracture. Eleanor is left questioning everything. Irina feels betrayed in the deepest way. And Céleste must face the cost of choosing love over truth. When secrets are exposed and hearts are pushed to their breaking point, will love be enough to bind them again- They have always been bound by love. But when secrets unravel, will that bond survive- Or was it never as unbreakable as they believed? BOUND BY LOVE AND SECRETS A Legacy Sequel to Pretty When She Listens........

⚠️this book is like 80% smuttt again if not 18+ don't click pls⚠️ Innocent. Sweet. A perfect angel. At least that's what they're supposed to believe. Isabella comes home at twenty-one with a smile too pure to question and a hunger sharp enough to cut glass. She doesn't run from devils. She tempts them. Provokes them. Dares them to lose control. And Valtora is the perfect devil for her. She knows exactly who Valtora is- off-limits, untouchable, a liability written in blood. A woman who built her empire on discipline and fear, who enforced the rules with violence and never allowed herself a weakness. Until Isabella. Isabella doesn't want protection. She wants to be chosen. She wants to belong to one woman and one woman only- the one she's dreamed of kneeling for long before she ever came home. She wants to be broken. Claimed. Ruined. And she knows Valtora will never look at her the way she wants... unless she makes her. So she comes back with a motive. A plan. A slow, deliberate game designed to make even the strongest devil crack. Valtora has no mercy. No softness. No room for mistakes. Until Isabella walks back into her life-grown, fearless, and far too aware of the power she holds. In a city ruled by men, Valtora is the devil they answer to. Isabella was forbidden. Off-limits. Untouchable. Valtora swore she'd never want her. Never need her. Never claim what could destroy her empire. But desire doesn't ask permission. The line between protection and possession blurs. Control turns into craving. And kneeling stops being a game. Because once Valtora decides Isabella is hers, there is no world where she lets her go. Not alive. Not breathing. Not ever. Kneeling isn't submission. It's a promise. And Valtora always collects what's owed. Will attraction, obsession, or even love be enough to stand strong in a world where love is seen as a weakness?