When Captain Red saves a young lass off the bow of the ship, the crew was never ready for the tidal wave the maiden would bring. Red has to chose what to do with Tavy the mermaid that has taken residence aboard the ship. Tavy has to plot her escape from Red and the crew. But there is a storm brewing on the ship between Red and Tavy. And when rival pirate captains meet there will be blood.  Lesbian pirate and mermaid warning.

When PerkyGrrl and Blueyez met online, it wasn't long before they developed a digital bond. So, why is it when Sonny and Jack interact in real time, the word 'bond' could not be used to describe their relationship? ***Inspired by one of my favorite movies You've Got Mail

Maia, a young and respected Knight, is ordered to look over the King's daughter, the princess before she is made Queen. It surprises many when the princess chooses Maia as her beloved. So, what happens after? - the normal fairy tales you've read in the past are seen in a different light. (Lesbian) (girlxgirl) Art by: Shilin Huang

Manami has always been in the shadows. She has always wondered what would happen if she just magically disappeared. Would they care? Will an encounter with a mystical person change her perspective on life? Read about how Manumi endures finding out about a strange secret that may change her life. (Lesbian)

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

Post Book 4. Korra and Asami's new romantic life. They go on a romantic vacation to the Fire Nation together and Korra has a big surprise planned, but several problems arise in the aftermath. Will they be able to start a family of their own? Complete! Just still adding some small side chapters. The sequel to this is titled "The Sato Legacy." Reminder: I do not own Legend of Korra. I own only my made up characters.

If you're reading this, it probably means I've died, or gone completely mental and unceremoniously waged war against the shadows that created me. Whatever the reason, I hope you keep reading. I hope my words resonate as truth, that my story, no matter how insane it sounds, exposes the darkest corners of our world. I did all of these things, I killed all of those people, partly because I wanted to, and partly because I felt as if I had no choice. I am no saint. I know what my file says about me, that I'm a narcissistic, highly manipulative sociopath, a genius, incapable of love or empathy, incapable of following the rules, a villain, menace, a monster. While I wish I could say this was all false, it isn't. My name was Danielle Renee Watson. I was born on July 14th 1993 in the small southern town of Kinston, NC. I was raised by my parents Richard and Angela Watson. On May 23rd, 2015, I died in a fatal car crash, my body burned beyond recognition. On that same day, I became Rose Forrester, a genetically modified, highly elusive assassin, created by The Shadow operation. This is my story.

Her presence was accentuated by the sharpness of her elongated nails and the elegance of her pointed chin, which contributed to her exquisitely defined jawline. With every step she took, her ears twitched as if attuned to the secrets whispered by the surrounding wilderness, while her nimble fingers gracefully brushed aside any obstructing vegetation that dared to cross her path. And as she fluttered her enchanting eyelashes, Calvin couldn't help but be drawn to the mesmerizing juxtaposition before him-a single eye possessed a clarity of light blue, while its counterpart exuded an enigmatic mist of ethereal purple, a sight that held a spellbinding mystery all its own. The pixies' delicate movements came to a sudden halt, their bodies dropping gracefully to the forest floor. Heads bowed, they paid homage to the figure that had captured their attention. The music that had filled the air moments ago ceased, leaving only the soft sound of liquid dripping from the glistening foliage. It was the pixie queen who had arrived.