A lone vampire. A vengeful hunter. One ruined dinner, and everything changes. Blood, obsession, and a game neither of them meant to start.

Evelyn was the only daughter of a very well known and respected vampire hunter. She looked up at him and wanted to be just like her father. But, her dreams were crushed when a mission went wrong and she was turned. After that, everything went downhill from there. A year later, after escaping where she was imprisoned, Evelyn bumps into a woman and finds out she's mated to not one, not two, but three of the most powerful, pureblooded vampires known to mankind. Will she accept them, or lose herself to the bloodlust?

GxG | Vampire romance | Trilogy. Cosima snapped her legs tighter around Vanya's arm, locking it down. "Enough. I'm finished." The Queen tilted her head, golden hair sticking to her damp shoulders. "You're finished when I say so." Cosima snarled-and then groaned, too tired to keep the growl intact. "Vanya..." Vanya studied her for a long moment, golden eyes glowing faint in the shadows. Then, deliberately, she pulled her hand free. Her fingers were slick, glistening as she lifted them, letting the light catch. She admired them for a moment-like an artist admiring her brush after painting a masterpiece. Cosima hid her face in the pillow, mortified and wrecked. "You're insufferable." "Insufferably good in bed, am I not?" Vanya corrected, smug as ever. Cosima weakly shoved at her shoulder. "Get my glasses." Vanya arched a brow. "Now?" "Yes, now," Cosima muttered, voice muffled. "They're somewhere on the bed. I can't see you properly." The Queen's grin softened, just slightly. She shifted off, searching through the rumpled sheets until she plucked the glasses up delicately. Cosima cracked one eye open, watching her through a haze of exhaustion. "You actually listened." Vanya turned back, crawling onto the bed with that feline grace of hers, lips quirking. "Don't get used to it." She leaned down, golden hair spilling over Cosima's chest, her lips brushing hers once more-soft this time. "You're ruined," she whispered against her mouth, pleased. "My doing." Cosima's laugh came out wrecked, airy. "Proud of yourself, Your Majesty?" Vanya smirked. "Utterly."

Queen Lena Lancaster of the Western kingdom had a deep raging hatred for the race of werewolves since the death of her beloved sister. She enslaved every wolves in the west and made sure to make them suffer for hundred of years. What would happen if she founds out that she is destined to be with a werewolf. 'Forgiveness...forgiveness is not easy to give. But when you learn to forgive only then shall love sprout within your heart. And when you let love sprout, only then shall freedom be truly yours.''

Anastasia Romanov, one of the Last Grand Duchesses of the Russian Empire, finds herself lost in memories and heartbreak. Unable to forget her former love, she wanders around the world, looking for distractions. But then a surprise attack from the Hunters spins her life around. Anastasia meets a beautiful Huntress, whose code name is 'Princess of the Wild', but the girl just wants to kill the Duchess at every chance she gets. Will they be potential lovers or forever sworn enemies? |A sequel to the Romanov Princess Book| Private for Followers Only Warning: Sexual Explicit, Lesbian story, Rated R: 18+ only. *** Copyright © 2014 by Svetlana Ivanova All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the writer, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Under certain circumstances, e.g. as in fanfic, the original author may allow use of her characters, settings, etc. with expressed written permission so long as the work is non-commercialized, garners no monetary gain, and proper credit is given at the beginning of said work. Should circumstances change, the said work must be ceased from distribution and not be made available to the public. For permission requests, contact the author, titled "Attention: Permissions Request," via Wattpad portal. Published in the United States of America

The whole world has changed. By 2084, the human race will no longer be the largest population on Earth. A global invasion by a new-yet strangely familiar-species has driven the remaining people into hiding. Like the other war survivors, Avery Pierce struggles to escape death by staying out of sight. But when she turns seventeen, her fate takes a darker turn: she is sold as a slave to an ancient and powerful family. Living in a beautiful mansion, she must serve her owner, her mistress. Will she remain nothing more than a servant, or become something else entirely?

Vivienne is a 25 year old violinist, she spent her whole life struggling to succeed in the music industry because of her disability, she became deaf at 15 after a horrible accident but she didn't give up. She turned to be one of the best musician and composer out there. Lilith, a business woman and secretly a vampire who owns multiple music and entertainment companies. Being wealthy only made her a prick and an arrogant asshole, who's hated by many and feared by others. **** After being rejected multiple times because of her disability, Vivienne was dedicated to prove she's better than many others all while hoping to fix her hearing even if it costs her everything she owns.

Zoey Astor is a woman with many secrets, being a half vampire is only one of many. When her family asks her to come home after spending years away, attempting to start a new life, she cannot help but do just that. All that begins to change when the city erupts into violence and she is given a protector in the form of Scarlett, a werewolf as deadly as she is alluring. Her dominance is undeniable and something Zoey cannot ignore even if she wanted to. As someone as inexperienced as her, she cannot help but be drawn to the woman's unbridled carnal desires. But being drawn to her and being able to withstand Scarlett's intensity are two separate things that may never cross paths...

Her sun; her moon. When Vampires have taken over the world, all looks grim for the humans. Their world as they know it has been conquered by these blood sucking demons but the war was centuries ago. Since then, more than just Humans have been plotting to take down the dominant Vampire's and their reign. Queen Artemis of the Vampires sees the ever growing threats of the Werewolves and other kingdoms as trouble but she can't do anything about the other kingdoms until she quietens the Humans' rebellion in her own kingdom. Known as The Queen Of Nightmares from her brutal and fierce presence on the battle field and her reign as Queen over the Vampires, everyone usually would rather kill on sight than negotiate peace. Soleil just wants to get through her life in this ever changing world. But that's a bit hard when Vampire's rule it; plucked from her town by demons called Vampire's she expects to be a blood slave. But what happens when the Queen takes a liking to her? Are things starting to change for the better? Her sun; her moon. This story will change from 1st person to 3rd and or back. This is also my first story about Vampire's and lesbian (plus soulmates) so it will most likely be cringy and stupid. I'm open to comments for improvement. But I hope you enjoy! #1 Bloodslave 06.05.25

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...