R🔞 It wasn't just a one-night stand. It was a weekends stand. Sa loob ng dalawang araw ng pagtatalik na iyon, Risa couldn't help but fall for Alicia. She couldn't deny how caring Alicia was. She thought Alicia was falling for her too, but she was wrong -- because for Alicia, it was all just a game. BABALA: Ang librong ito ay naglalaman ng maraming eksenang pang-adult na hindi angkop para sa mga bata. _TULIPSXROSES_ Highest Previous Rankings: #1 - Satire - 01-03-2025 #1 - Playgirl - 02-03-2025 #1 - gl -01-23-2026 #4 - lgbt - 02-03-2025 #4- wlw - 03 -12-2025 #6 - gxg - 03 -13-2025 #10 - fanfiction - 03 -01-2025

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Farah x Kirsten

Dylan Avery hasn't met her wolf yet and no one knows why. Unlike her brother and best friend who have both shifted. Dylan has always felt on the outside like she was different than everyone else. To top it all off since she hasn't met her wolf yet she also won't know if she's met her mate. Dylan is desperate to meet her wolf and would do anything for a chance to feel normal. This story contains a main character that is intersex. There will also be quite a bit of explicit content throughout the story. Chapters will vary in length. Word Count: 154531 Feel free to follow me for updates. Comments are welcome. #1 in gxgxgxg February 2024 #1 in Futanari March 8, 2024 #1 in Futa March 18, 2024

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...

How would you react when the person you had one night stand with is actually the emperor of the country and you're the only one who's not a family member that knows about the emperor's secrets?

She's got everything she's ever needed in life. Money. Loving parents. Supporting friends and overall a great life. So why did she feel so lonely? Why did she feel like she had to be a bitch every time?. Poppy Holmes, has a mouth like a sailor, snarky, bitchy, sarcastic as hell and the most beautiful and popular girl in Avery High School. A starting senior in high school and the Queen of high school at that. Her parents, Brad and Lydia Holmes, are famous lawyers and are known all over the States, people call them "The Dynamic Duo". Most students see her as the biggest bitch alive, hell, most of her friends does but their's only one person that understands the real Poppy and that's her best friend, Layla Ridge. Hartley Mccraw. Hardly anyone knows of her existence except her best friend, Richie Letterman. She's basically the loner/freak in Avery High, but she doesn't care. She hardly ever shows any emotion, the only emotion you will see from her will be whenever she's around her mom who is diagnosed with Cancer and with Richie. Most people see her as the gum of their shoes, to which makes her want to protect her secret more. These two girl's lives are so different from each other's. If people saw them together they would be seeing oil and water. Both are facing conflicts everyday. Then it happened, The Kiss. It all started with a Kiss.

Centuries ago the males of the world were wiped out. Females rose up and banded together to destroy the male population. They were called the Supreme Feminists: Peijing Katz, Abidemi Ba, Imelda Diaz, Arctic Shackleton, Kristín Fuchs, and Bakana Nguyen were the leaders. The supreme of all SF who banded women together and dominated all was Artemis Pierce. Artemis Pierce's bloodline was cherished and they lived like goddess' in this "Ultimate" world. Despite the fact of living in wealth and luxury, though, Cassy was troubled. Troubled by a dirty little secret she has to keep forever, by knowing that she can never be loved or fall in love with anyone, by knowing that she is a monster, a mutation, and an abomination. But secrets are meant to get out. No matter how many walls you put up they'll break through. What is this secret that she's locked away, chained, and eaten the keys to?

I leaned over the railings of the balcony of the room I'm currently renting. It's on the very top floor, 25th, and the view down below was... fine. I can't seem to compliment a thing worthy of a compliment with the right word no matter how outstanding they seem to be. I guess my past ruined me that my eyes can't see the beauty of one thing no matter how brightly it shines. All the things I see now are blood and violence. Nothing else, if it's not either of the two, then, it is useless to me. Well, there's also one thing. Sex It's a way of release most people yearned for and desperately searched for while I just let it come. It's not like I'll die if I don't have it although I do know that it is a need for me. But, I do not care on whom I get from. The same way I don't care how I get my money. One thing is for sure, my money? It's blood money... and I'm damn proud of it.

Not only is she bleeding on the inside, she's bleeding on the outside as well. Irma Sveta, a child stuck in a matured 18 year old body; a young woman of Russian and American ethnicity. She's optimistic and jaunty, but doesn't have any real friends. Inside that body sits a mind that remains oblivious to the outside world, confused, mentally strained, and overwhelmed. A heart that has been broken by people that are supposed to be her family so many times she has the feeling that it's the way she's suppose to be treated. Outside of that body remains scars of her abuse from her step-dad, her red hair, and unworldly outstanding features that bullies envy. After her dad died in the Vietnam war, her mother started giving herself up. That's where her step-dad came into play. He was aggressive, demanding, and everything contrary to nice. Although she hasn't seen her family after leaving to college, she still remains somewhat whole. Yet how can something so broken, be so pure? Anais Clair, a 21 year old assassin warrior. She was trained by the best, and has no fear or feelings whatsoever. Or so we'd think. She's direct and never bites her tongue. She's grown up training to be the best and fought in the Vietnam war as an undercover assassin. Although when it comes to the outside world she's clueless and knows not the ways of the social world, she excels and is a sacred warrior when it comes to the spy world. She doesn't like being told what to do or how to do it. She yearns to have the blood of her enemies on her hands and dripping down her samurai sword. One day she goes out to the supermarket to gather food, playing "normal" she tries her best to fit in, but it doesn't go so well. Irma somehow manages to help this young woman. She even decides to take her in. Irma is in it for a friend, but she doesn't know that her roommate is an assassin yearning to do many dirty things to her, things that Irma have never done, things that are normal for the assassin.