"I want you to suck it," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. I tore my gaze from the fake cock and glared at her. "Excuse me?" Her eyes were dead serious, unflattering. "Suck it." : : : Lydia was having a little relationship problem. Read to find out when a little pervy doctor by the name of Dr. Zayn have her eyes on LYDIA

A Werewolf Short Novel : : I whimpered, and she snarled. Her gaze trailed over my body. The metal creaked even more as she slid over me, her hands resting on each side of my head. My nose was overwhelmed by the scent of her. My wolf wanted to be touched and mated with her right immediately. I want to hurl myself upon her nude body. She looked down at me, lowering her head gently until her nose was sniffing me. "Mate." She roared so loudly that it reverberated throughout the house.

{Edited 13\9\23} Sage Everdeen, is a Mafia boss that disguises herself as a CEO. She has been looking for a wife for some time now. Just as she thought she will give up, she met ℎ𝑒𝑟... Piper Sullivan is a beautiful girl that lives off of tips from old drunk men at the club. What will happen when the two meet?

Welcome to my new book. Yes, I know I've got plenty of others still waiting for updates-but inspiration struck, so here we are. Fair warning: this story is packed with smut, mafia dealings, bloodshed, intense dates, and everything in between. If that's not your thing, you might want to turn back now. For everyone else-buckle up and enjoy the ride.

"You're gonna get yourself killed, meu amor" I said as I went to the drawer to get the gun. Eliana held my arm and made me look at her "I can't let you go alone" I held the side of her face and rubbed her cheek "I'm gonna go alone and come back in one piece, don't worry" She placed her hand over mine and shook her head "I can't not worry about you, Flavia. I love you" --- This story will contain:(warnings) -detailed sexual content -violence (killing, beating etc.) -drug dealing -use of substances -sexual harassment

Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.

Becky Armstrong, a single, attractive, introvert and deeply private person amongst her friends and colleagues frequently attends lesbian sex parties. She uses these parties to release her sexual frustration and to be her true authentic self without fear of judgement or fear of having to hide herself. Becky attending these lesbian sex parties is one of her dirty little secrets aside from being an intersex. She's a girl with an extra (huge and thick) appendage between her thighs. One Friday night, she heads out to the usual sex party to relieve some stress and her path crosses with a gorgeous, hot and breathtaking brunette girl. The strict and discreet rules of the party prohibit the attendees from sharing any personal information so she wasn't able to know any information about the girl after having an unforgettable night with her. But what happens when you see the person you least expect to see, in a place you never thought you would be seeing them? Secrets and desires have consequences. WARNING: -This story contains HEAVY SMUT CONTENTS and RATED 18+ 🔞🔞🔞 -This story contains G!P Becky ⚠️⚠️⚠️ -If uncomfortable, please skip! Read at your own risk 🔞⚠️ **This story is not mine, I only changed the characters, other details, and some parts or plot of the story to fit Becky and Freen's character. **This story has been converted to BeckFreen. ** All rights and credits to the original author geeozee **This is just a FanFiction and does not represent the mentioned characters or companies. The work is purely fictional. 🔞🔞🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️

Freen rejected her once. Becky never forgot. Three years later, an arranged marriage ties them together because of a family promise neither of them agreed to. Becky accepts the wedding - not for love, but for closure... or maybe revenge. She doesn't want Freen's heart anymore. She wants her regret. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell the difference between revenge and desire. And some vows are harder to break than hearts. hope you guys enjoy it 😄 beckfreen top Becky g!p By-ykyashu 🌸

In a world where hierarchy defines destiny, Sarocha stands as an anomaly a rare trueblood Alpha who has known more rejection than privilege. Raised in a broken home where love was conditional and acceptance nonexistent, she learned early to hide her strength behind quiet obedience. Despite everything, she remains gentle, choosing kindness in a world that never offered her the same. Rebecca, on the other hand, has built her life on control. As a powerful omega CEO, she has carved out a sanctuary where omegas can thrive without fear of alphas. To her, alphas represent everything she despises dominance, manipulation, and pain. Cold, composed, and fiercely independent, she refuses to let anyone challenge the walls she has so carefully constructed. When Sarocha unexpectedly enters Rebecca's company, the very foundation of Rebecca's beliefs begins to shake. Sarocha is nothing like the alphas she has spent her life avoiding soft-spoken, selfless, and quietly strong. But prejudice runs deep, and neither of them can ignore the weight of the roles society has forced upon them. As tension grows and emotions begin to surface, both women are pushed to confront their fears, past wounds, and the truths they've long denied. In a world that insists they should stand on opposite sides, Sarocha and Rebecca must decide will they remain bound by expectations, or risk everything for a love that was never meant to exist? ⚠️THIS STORY IS NOT MINE,I JUST ADAPTED IT TO FREENBECKY FANFIC⚠️ credit goes to original author @Caramel_ne ⚠️FRREN G!P⚠️

Your kidnapped by Billie eilish, smut warning.