She came to the palace to kill a king. But the deeper she goes, the more the lines between enemy and ally blur. Jamila has spent thirteen years burning with vengeance, ever since she watched her parents die in a bombing ordered by King George III. Trained in silence and forged by grief, she hides her blade behind kind eyes and a soft smile. When she's summoned to the royal palace as a servant, it's the perfect chance to strike. But her path to the King is blocked by Princess Zorina: cold, unreadable, and dangerous in ways Jamila never expected. Zorina doesn't trust anyone. Jamila doesn't have the luxury of love. But even the sharpest blade can hesitate at the heart. And when the crown turns its fire on Jamila's people again, she's faced with an impossible choice: al-tha'r aw al-hubb; vengeance, or love. In a palace built on blood, even loyalty can be a lie.

"Why don't you want people to know about us?" Harper asked me as she stepped closer to me. I looked away from her eyes and bit my lip nervously, not knowing the answer to her question. "Is it because you don't want people to know that you like the girl that reads books at lunchtime?" I looked up at her with my eyebrows frowned in confusion "you read books at lunchtime-" She cut me off "no it's an exaggeration- that's not even the point" I swallowed nervously, noticing the anger in her voice "I don't know what to tell you, I'm just confused" Harper kept towering over me considering she's very tall "what? I fucked you and you liked it, right?" I felt my breathe being caught up in my throat at her statement that is so very true. "Then what's there to be confused about?" --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -sexual assault/harassment -alcohol abuse -violence -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -family issues

Beverly despised the rich-until she met Raine, a dangerous mafia heiress who ignited something wild in her. Raine had never loved a woman, but Beverly became her obsession. Their passion was chaos, their love addictive. Somewhere between lust and war, they found peace-raw, unforgettable, and entirely their own. DONT BE A SILENT READER #1 - crazy (July 1st, 2021)

Florence is nineteen and already cracking under the weight of her father's expectations. Her OCD lives in the details no one can fully understand - counting ceiling holes, touching doorframes twice, rewriting notes until they feel "right." And the guilt is always there. God is watching. Her father is watching. Every thought, every slip - a sin, a failure, a punishment waiting to happen. She prays not because she wants to - but because she's terrified not to. Irmina is twenty-five. CEO of a powerful law firm. Sharp. Ruthless. Calculated. She keeps everything running perfectly and tolerates nothing out of place. Wealthy, supported, unshakable - the type of woman you either obey or get out of her way. When she cares, she will burn the world down to protect it. Florence thinks she's not enough. Irmina knows she's more than enough. The imbalance is real. And everything in between is uncertain.

Jasmine is a writer with a passion and love of art like her mother before her. During a night from procrastination and sneaking into a museum, she encounters a charming woman, Carter, who is filled with romantic gestures, kind words, and makes Jasmine feel like she's on cloud nine whenever she's around her. But even the sweetest of people, have their hidden secrets and will the secrets that Carter hides, scare off Jasmine or entice her more? It only takes one night to change everything. ~🌹~ "They show more respect when you are of family. You being my girlfriend simply makes you a target of hate." She caresses my face. "But as my wife, you are admired." I quickly press the button to retrieve the elevator and when it opens I pull her in and take her lips aggressively pressing her against the wall. "Mm baby." "You have a way with words you know that."

If you compare her life to others, you might feel sorry for her. She grew up in a family that could be called a low income. She was born poor, so at the age of twenty she was already working. Her parents did not earn enough to support them in their studies. That is why she is the one who makes way for the other needs of her siblings. She is the second of her five siblings. Their eldest could not handle the responsibility but got married early. That is why she swore to herself that she would support herself to achieve her dreams no matter how difficult it was. And she swore that she would never have a relationship until she graduated. Take a look at Miracle Santibañez's love life. Will someone come along who can change the state of their lives and come into her life who can change what she swore? written in taglish. (Intersex story)(Lesbian story) (If you're not comfortable with the story, feel free to check another story. I am not forcing anyone to read it. It is for the open minded people ONLY)

Professor x Student | WLW It wasn't one moment that pulled them apart, but a quiet accumulation of almosts, of missed chances, of words that never found their way out. Nearly a year passes before Lyn and Claire see each other again. A year spent learning how to carry an absence that never truly felt like one. A year of pretending that distance could soften something that, in truth, only settled deeper under the surface. And now, standing here again, it doesn't feel like a fresh start. It feels like something unfinished asking to be answered. Not about what happened before. Not about who was right or wrong. But about what still lingers between them, and whether they're brave enough to face it this time, without turning away.

•GirlxGirl• |I want to wake each morning in your arms comforted by your oddity seduced by your knowledge of my ways and I want you to crack my heart of glass| "Miss Conner?" I was surprised. I hadn't seen her since last week and figured I never would again given the stunt I had pulled. She looked up and started to walk over. A shiver went down my body as I took her in. The dark blue flannel complimented her long blond hair and blue eyes, while the skinny jeans showed off every curve she had to offer. She was breathtaking. "Hello Shay, how is your night going?" My mind turned to mush as her lovely voice flowed over me. "Uh....um its good, I mean, it's going great." I stammered. She said nothing for a long moment, just watched me with those cool blue eyes. "I'm glad." She said finally. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I took a step closer to her, and I could see her tense out of the corner of my eye. "I just wanted to apologize." I was glad when my voice was steady when I spoke, funny since I'd been a stumbling fool earlier. Miss Conner just watched me. I fought the urge to reach over and shake her. That impenetrable mask that she always wore was driving me crazy! "For what?" My brows furrowed and I stared at my English teacher in confusion. "For kissing you." •This is my first book, so be mindful of the spelling errors and please respect that I am not a published, world-wide known author. Thanks.•

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.