The Houses Opposite Each Other Before Harry Bullar and Smriti Mandhana became part of each other's lives, there were two families living on opposite sides of the same quiet road. Villa Eight belonged to the Bullars. It was rarely silent. The front door was almost always open, the dining table was never meant for only the people who lived there, and every conversation somehow became louder than necessary. Mr. Bullar was the kind of father who hid his concern behind humour. He enjoyed telling stories about his daughters, especially the ones they repeatedly asked him not to tell. He believed family problems could be solved with patience, tea and a conversation long enough for everyone to forget why they had been angry. Mrs. Bullar was the centre of the house. She knew who had eaten, who had lied about eating and who was upset even before they understood it themselves. She could stop an argument with one look and restart it with a single innocent question. Her affection was never dramatic. It appeared in additional food on a plate, medicine placed beside a glass of water and lights left on until every daughter returned home. Their eldest daughter, Harry , carried the house without admitting she was carrying anything. She was a cricketer, a captain and a woman accustomed to making decisions before others had finished explaining the problem. Her temper arrived quickly, loudly and without warning. People often remembered that first. They remembered the raised voice. The impatient instructions. The sharp answers. What they rarely stayed long enough to notice was everything that followed. Harry would scold the watchman for carrying something heavy and then carry it herself. She would shout at the children during practice and secretly replace a broken bat before the next morning. She would complain about responsibility while accepting more of it than anyone had asked her to. People remembered her storms. Only her parents knew how peaceful she became once the

In the heart of the North, loyalty is tested, and destinies crossed. Fleeing the brutal pursuit of Ramsay Bolton, Sansa Stark and Theon Greyjoy are saved by an unlikely guardian whose origins are cloaked in mystery. Sansa x Daenerys x Oc

"I am pregnant" I said in a weak tone. "What?" Saro mumbled confusedly. I swallowed a lump in my throat and glanced at her. I am slightly nervous. I don't know how she will take it. Considering that none of us ever planned for this to happen. We didn't plan to have a baby. "I am pregnant" I repeated. ..........................

Y/n Targaryen is the younger sister of Viserys Targaryen but the older sister of Daenerys Targaryen. The three of them are the last Targaryens alive. They are trying to survive while also being hunted by Robert Baratheon assassins. During these years Y/n and Daenerys have fallen in love with each other but then their brother decided he would sell of Daenerys to wed a horse lord. Daenerys Targaryen x Y/n Targaryen Season 1: finished ✅ Season 2: finished ✅ Season 3: finished ✅ Season 4: finished ✅ Season 5: finished ✅ Season 6: finished ✅ Season 7: finished ✅ Season 8: finished ✅

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Devour Me Series #1: Delectable Obsession A Lesbian Dark Romance In the glittering shadows of Monaco's elite, she rules with a knife, a whisper, and a fork. Alexei Moreau---Michelin-starred chef, restaurateur, and seductress of the senses---doesn't just serve food. She serves pleasure. Obsession. Ruin. Every bite she prepares is designed to unravel your mind, blur your morals, and leave you begging for more. When an unsuspecting guest stumbles into her private world of culinary ecstasy and psychological control, she becomes the latest indulgence in Alexei's collection. But this isn't just a meal---it's a game of power and surrender, where consent tastes like sin, and desire becomes a weapon. How much would you sacrifice for pleasure? What part of yourself would you give away... just to feel her again? Some hungers were never meant to be satisfied. But when Alexei feeds you, you don't get full. You get addicted. If you let her feed your desires, she'll consume your soul next. One bite. That's all it takes. MOST OUTSTANDING RANKING: #1 - control #1 - lgbtfiction #1 - samesexlove #1 - sensory #1 - womensfiction #2 - manipulation #2 - lgbtlove #3 - rivalry #3 - womanpower #3 - womanxwoman

Aiah Arceta and Mikha Lim have always been just friends... until an alcohol-induced kiss changes everything. They agree to a friends-with-benefits arrangement, swearing it's only physical. But secret nights turn into quiet routines, and unspoken tenderness begins to grow. When jealousy stirs and old wounds resurface, they must decide: risk their friendship for something real, or lose the one person who's always felt like home.

𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐕𝐄 - is a 19 year old girl who has been working for a woman named Xandria, for two years now. And she's had the biggest crush on her since then. Her boss has yet to acknowledge the fact that She exists since her wife was the one to hire her and take her off the streets. Xandria's wife, Catrina, was the sweetest woman to exist. Or at least we thought she was. She cared for Maeve and often saw her as a daughter. Maeve was grateful for her. So when things happened with her wife and Maeve, she can't help but feel guilty. But that doesn't stop her for getting pleasured by her. #1 intersex nov 05,2023 #1 Olderwoman March 02, 2024

studxstud - intersex - wlw During a holiday visit home, Dylan Miller, a loner, meets her sister's fiancée, Jazmine Williams. They both know that their attraction to one another is not conventional, especially given that they are both studs and Jazmine has a fiancée. However, they cannot resist their feelings for each other and continue to engage in a forbidden romance.

🚨 WARNING 🚨 This is a sapphic erotic fanfiction AU | Englot | Year 2350 | Intersex characters In the year 2350, women rule the world. After World War III tore civilization apart, the Earth was rebuilt by fifty elite matriarchal families, governed by cis-females and Femina Primes, an advanced intersex class born to rule, reproduce, and protect peace. Males became obsolete. Conflict became history. Until now. Engfa Waraha, crowned Femina Prime of Thailand's most powerful dynasty, was bred for power. Cold, captivating, untouchable. Charlotte Austin, born to a Thai Treaty mother and a disgraced cis-male general, was raised in the shadows, desperate to belong. They were childhood rivals. Then came Paris. Then came the night that changed everything. Now, war is rising again, and between duty, jealousy, bloodlines, and lust, love may be the most dangerous rebellion of all. ⚠️ Disclaimer & Content Warnings This is a fanfiction based on the fictional pairing of Engfa Waraha & Charlotte Austin (Englot). All characters, plotlines, and world-building are dramatized and entirely fictional. This story is rated 18+ and contains: 🔞 **Explicit sexual content (fem/fem + intersex) - Intersex representation (Femina Prime = intersex female with penis) - Jealousy, heartbreak, sapphic angst, erotic drama - Matriarchal dominance, elite society, political scheming** Please read with caution. Reader discretion advised. Not suitable for minors. ❗ No imagery, likenesses, or characters used in this work are owned by us. This is a non-commercial, fan-created story. No copyright infringement intended.