<< "With that aside now, I wanna know what's up with you and this outfit today," Kinsey says as she seductively sizes up Jade's entire being with laser eyes, taking in those tan legs all the way up until... the hem of the really, really short skirt. Every inch of Jade's body burns up as Kinsey's eyes feel like they're spewing hot flames as she shamelessly eyes her up and down. "My eyes are up here?" Jade snides, bending down to catch Kinsey's eyes with her own to direct them back upwards. Kinsey meets Jade's eyes but her hand casually lands on Jade's hip, pulling their bodies together as she leans beside Jade's ear to gingerly whisper, "I think it's kind of hot. Was it just for me?" Jade can feel her breathing increase already just at their bodies touching. Control yourself, Jade. >> Cover credit: @unfeignedoptimist Started: 12/01/2018 Ranks: #1 in #lesbianfiction on 11/17/19

Rated 18+ for themes of lesbian sex, violence, gore, and crude language. °°°° The Regius Praesidio Academy accepts only the bravest; the people who have experienced and survived through the worst. Natasja Armand is french, beautiful, smart, rich and everything the perfect girl can be. Her past? Not so perfect. Revenge for the death of her parents is what keeps her going through the harshness of the Academy. Her plan was simple enough: find the witness, locate the murderer, and kill. But when she is roomed with the hot top notcher of the school that everyone steers clear of, she's slightly distracted. Kael Maddox may be blind, but she has seen things no one was ever meant to even imagine. She can name a thousand different ways to torture someone before killing them. But she can't name what she's starting to feel for the new girl with the soft, french tinted voice she hears everyday. When the enemy's attack cause both women to run for their lives, buried truths come out and dark twists are turned darker. "Just don't fucking trust her, you hear me?"

the story of the children, not of the witches who lived, but of those who were burned. their revenge continues on. the flame held by the cracked torch passes along the steps of a downward staircase; with a fire that holds the history of death, it is alight with the inferno of the sun, alight with anger. versus the children born with the world in the palms of their hands, lapping from the water of greed, the honey of their ancestors' sins pinched between their thumb and forefinger. the sweet taste of gold covers the bitter taste of blood on their hands. the story of lovers who's tale begins with a war.

Willa has spent her whole life feeling like she was missing something, that something was wrong. A piece of her that should be there and wasn't. Like missing a limb. As it turns out, she should have listened to her instincts. When she finds out she was kidnapped from the rest of her family, including her twin brother, when she was two years old by her mother she's devastated at losing all that time together. But when she finds out just how different a life they lived? Willa's not sure how to handle the change from living out of motel rooms to the power, wealth and status that comes from her new last name: King. Not to mention the enigmatic complication that comes in the form of the son of her father's business partner and brother's best friend, Jackson Knight.

Copyrighted 2018 **This is the rewritten version of His Flower. I hope you enjoy!** There was only one word to describe my life: Hell. It was all I had ever known, the only thing I was used to. I didn't want it any other way. Why the fuck couldn't she see that? -&- Having a normal childhood was completely foreign to the two polar opposites Rosalyn Summers and Rex Turner. Both grew up in the closest thing they knew to Hell, each with terrible problems of their own. Perhaps, that is why they were so drawn to each other. Rose might have been that typical shy, quiet girl roaming the school's halls, no friends to speak of and no genuine interest in learning, but even she couldn't deny that attraction towards the school's resident 'bad boy'. The one no one else dared speak to. Rex's anger issues always got the best of him, even when that idiot girl came tumbling into his life. She just wouldn't leave him the fuck alone. No matter how much he liked it. He could convince himself he wasn't good for her as much as he wanted. It didn't matter, she wouldn't let him be and he would soon refuse to let her go. Completely oblivious to her own darkness raging beneath the surface. *WARNING: This story has quite a few very possessive and controlling men. If that kind of thing isn't for you, this book definitely won't be.** There is also talk of anxiety, panic attacks, and some drug-use mentions. ALSO this story will have a LOT of chapters! It's filled with triggers (mentioned above), but also a bunch of cute scenes, fluff moments, adoring toe-curling moments, and a plot you won't see coming!

[PREVIOUSLY TITLED ESCAPING BACK ALLEYS] ❝A King is never on his knees, Soren.❞ ❝He is for his Queen.❞

[PREVIOUSLY TITLED CHASING BACK ALLEYS] ❝Once a King, always a King.❞

Taylor Monroe always kept to herself. She genuinely enjoyed spending her weekends and weekdays alone, losing herself in the bundle of notebooks she'd spend hours filling with beautiful poems and thoughts no one else would understand but her. Sometimes, if she was feeling a little inspired, she'd sketch. Other times, she'd take photos on her film cam. But there was always one subject. Romee Carey. The girl that makes everyone's heads turn wherever she goes. The one of the golden hair and dazzling smile. The reason for Taylor's erratic heartbeats ever since Science class ten years ago. Not that Romee remembers. Or even bothers to acknowledge her existence. A/N: this is my first book some parts are kinda cringey im sorry but you're welcome to take a leap of faith

*Was The Pilot And The Girl* Evelyne Brown hated the war. But an unexpected encounter with RAF pilot, Jack Collins, makes her forget about that hate and instead focus on something else. Set in the 40's during WW2 The wonderful cover is by Ella (simply1ty)! Thank you so much!

If there's one thing Malandra Bates knows, it's that nothing good can ever come out of Irongate Penitentiary. Especially not a mate.