Well let me tell you who you are" Teresa said as she stepped away from the pole making her way towards me. I laughed at that comment genuinely laughed. "Really? You can tell me who myself is?" I said still laughing a little "Where I'm from the eyes tells us everything, not so much about who you are like your name and age birth place more or so the person that you hid from the world" Teresa said as she sat down next to me. Her hand trailed from my knee all the way up to my chin as she looked into my eyes. There was nothing said for about 3 minutes before she finally started talking again. "Let's start from the beginning yeah when you were young no one liked you, not at school, not at home not anywhere. You mostly stayed hidden in the background and when you did make it to the light it was never good" Teresa said as she crossed her legs. I stared at her not displaying any emotions. Who the fuck is this bitch?

A 20 year old girl named Dream find herself falling for her best friends mom who is (intersex) Natalia ( Dream's friend mom) is a famous fashion designer and also the wife of a famous director (Na'Tasha) Na'Tasha is also intersex but Natalia have both female and male parts while Na'Tasha only have male parts plus boobs Dream best friend Nature have been friends for a year and Dream never really saw her moms that's until Nature 18th birthday NOT EDITED‼️

"It's not that I don't want you doing this with me" she said closing her eyes tightly and putting her head back on the pillow as her hands gripped my waist. I put my hands on her chest as I kept moving my hips on her. "What is it then?" I asked her, trying my best to hold my moans in "it's the fact that your fucking.." she breathed heavily and tried to keep herself together so she can complete her sentence "..your fucking dad will kill me if he finds out about us having sex" I held her chin and kissed her lips "that's why we're not gonna tell him.." I said moving faster, her grip tightening on my hips "..it's gonna be our little secret" --- This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -use of weapons -Drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -murder and crimes

Pretty When She Listens Some girls chase dreams. Eleanor got chased by a fantasy. What happens when opportunity arrives... dressed in dominance, dripping with curiosity, and wrapped in possessiveness? Where Mommy and Daddy stop being innocent titles... and become commands whispered into trembling ears. Where small meets powerful- Where shy meets seductive- Where pretty little things in pink skirts and oversized tees get seen, stripped down, and reconstructed. Eleanor Grace Whitlock was invisible. A quiet 5'1" design student who stuttered when people said her name. But then they walked in-Céleste Romanov-Voss and Irina Voss-Romanov. One is a French goddess dipped in silk and sin. The other? A Russian storm in a tailored suit. Behind Eleanors eyes is a freak waiting to be bitten. Beneath their poise is a hunger thats waited too long. And between them all? A fire that says: From Hi, Mrs. and Mrs. to Yes, Mommy. Yes, Daddy. Shes not ready. They dont care. Anyone who looked at her or even breaths in their little girl's way they are dead

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........

Nat Xavier was just trying to survive grad school. Literally. Her closest friends would almost certainly kill her if they knew her secret. Why? Because she was the most dangerous weapon produced as a result of forbidden love. She was a hybrid. Half Human-half Werewolf. One bite and she could kill any supernatural creature before they knew what hit them. The only reason why she was still alive was because everyone thought she was human. She made it 24 years blending into the background but her safety began to unravel once she met, her. Cari Wright is more than just a history professor. She is one of the world's most powerful vampires. If that wasn't enough she seems to have a sadistic desire to torment Nat and her friends. Nat isn't one to back down from a fight but, does she bargain more than she can handle? ------------ A slowburn, comedic lesbian romance novel. My first so let me know what you think! My brain is full of more stories so I'd love to share more if you enjoy this. (Sequel is out! Look for "The assassin Squad")

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...

"So." She mused, sliding one black nail across her lip in a sensual caress as she stared at me with eyes the color of molten gold. "You are the one they call Huntress." Disregarding the pain in my side from the most recent beating, I straightened my shoulders and stood tall, my chin jutting out in defiance. "Yes." "Mm." Those intriguing eyes watched me from her languid position on the throne. "But, you are not just a huntress, are you?" I allowed the predatory instincts I usually worked so hard to keep hidden, to surface, feeling the burning of my eyes and shifting of bones under my skin. A slow grin slid across my face as my beast stared back at her through my human skin. The Queen didn't react to my sudden change of character, instead choosing to lean forward in interest. "How fascinating." • Once, the world was ruled by humans and technology. They were governed by a president that made choices for all. Vampires, werewolves alike hid their existence from the humans for centuries, blending in as a whole. Now, they hid no more. States are now territories governed by kings and queens, humans are regarded and used for no more than their blood and body before they are discarded and forgotten. Werewolves and vampires were at war, and it was said that the wolves had all been but snuffed out, save for one. When Adira is captured while hunting outside her homeland, she is unexpectedly sold to the Queen in the North. Wolf blood is sacred, it is said to hold inexplainable powers, and as the only wolf-borne known to humans and vampires alike, Adira fears for her life. Thrown into a world governed by everything she's been trained to hate, Adira fights for her rightful place in the world, a seat at the Queen's side. But proving her worth won't be easy, the price for failure is her life.

Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

Anastasia is stuck in an endless loop of partying and drugs after a messy break up. During her rehabilitation, she's faced with many hard truthes about herself, and becomes determined to define who she is outside of her heavy family name. This is a trip of deadends, tears, laughter, anger, and all the other emotions of a broken girl.