A book based in the 70s about a girl who sees ghosts gets sent to a asylum because everyone thinks she's crazy. She no longer has any family or friends except for May, who isn't even living. -disclaimer- Abuse violence and extreme versions of mental institutions used, mental hospitals aren't like that anymore which is amazing so yeah

hopefully will be an extensive collection of short stories about lana del rey! (i make sure to only post stories that are well edited and i'm proud of 😌) story 1: "elevator ride of a lifetime" (word count: 6,226) lana and y/n cross paths in an unusual way, automatically tying them together. will these crazy experiences draw them apart or make them completely fall for each other? story 2: "video games" (word count: 13,589) y/n comes to start a new life in a new jersey trailer park and ends up becoming neighbors with the beautiful lizzy grant. this completely flips her world upside down in the best way possible. join them on their crazy journey full of twists and turns! (this is probably the best story i'll write lol)

Running away from her troubled past, Gabrielle Williams, moves to pursue her career as an audio engineer at Los Angeles Recording Studios. A small apartment on Wilshire Boulevard would soon become her home and just a block away would be a small grocery store, where her life would turn upside down. In the best way possible. This very grocery store would be where she met her. Lana. Her cure. Only, it would take her some time realize it. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I've created a discord for anyone who likes Cure! It's in my announcements! <3 [ This story is based off of a very long and vivid dream I had. It was cute, and I wanted to remember it, so here it is. ] xoxo, WELLS

"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.

Olivia moves in with her best friend and learns the transition from school to University is a lot different than what she expected, especially when she meets her lecturer Amelia Roberts. ***Contains strong language and sexual content*** Book Cover by the wonder @HerParamour (Completed)

"𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭." Her hot breath fans into her ear, control and dominance in her voice; her cologne rich and intoxicating. Anna's voice hitches, her senses in overdrive and her eyes full of white, gripping unto the woman's neck for dear life as those fingers increase in speed and intensity. "And let me show you, what you've been missing." • • • It is 1837 in Britain, Victorian Era, where the season of courting has begun once again and the building of the London railroads has commenced. Many bachelors from across the country are eager for the hand of the wealthy aristocrat's daughter, Annabelle Robins. It is told that her beauty is bewitching and her elegance is like no other. Nonetheless, she has denied the hand of excellent suitors, their wealth exceeding great expectations, and it is thus, that the chivalrous battle for the bachelorette's hand has begun. However, unbeknownst to the outside word, Annabelle has a secret. She is confused about her sexuality and is at a lost of who she is. That is until temptations reach her door step with hazel eyes, short black hair and a battered past. Someone she knows she would never be able to marry. They have all the wealth and all the land but it is forbidden for her to even make a glance. For they are an abomination. Taboo. A woman dressed like a man. Will Anna be able to resist the skillful hands of this dominant woman or will she fall into them and be crushed by its consequences? Read as Annabelle unwraps the lies of her life and the truths of the lady in the suit. RANKINGS #1 in Butch 15/11/2022

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] shes the perfect dom for me.

"What did I tell you about taking your top off during dances?" I flinch at her tone but still answer immediately. "Not to." "And what did you do?" "I took it off. Val I'm sorry I-" Her hand on my throat squeezes hard before she speaks. "You best enjoy the rest of your night cause when you get home you're in for it bambina." * * * * * * * * * * * * Isabella Creed is a 22 year old stripper. Stripping or most would say her body is the reason she isn't on the streets. Every man and woman married or single in the city of New York knows of the brunette beauty. They see her but she doesn't see them. That is until she locks eyes with a silver eyed mystery of a woman. Valentina Ferrari is a dirty Owner and business women of Ferrari Captive Inc with too many ties to the underworld. She gets what she wants even if it means using force. She's always in control from work to the sheets. People say she has a temper span smaller than the streak of silver in her midnight black hair. When she sees the brunette goddess everyone speaks of she knows her next toy she'll play with. What happens when Valentina becomes fond of the girl and wants only to protect her? What happens when Isabella stops trying to escape Vals steel grip on her and instead finds comfort in it?

Madelyn's POV Was I wrong for telling her I couldn't hear through the walls even though I can hear the buzzing of the vibrator and each of her moans? As soon as I heard that first moan I had gotten hard to a point that it started hurting. when the next moan came I completely lost all reasoning. I pulled my boxers down since I was only wearing them and a sports bra to bed. I started stroking myself and listening to each of her moans I had started moaning too but I don't think she heard me over the sound of her music. I heard her moans coming quicker then I heard her cuss and say she was about to cum but what made me get on the edge of cumming was that she said my name. I started speeding up and I was about to cum and she start moaning my name repeatedly and I heard one last big moan and I knew she just came and that sent me over the edge and I started to cum and my body jerked as the pleasure took over and I moaned, grabbing onto the bed sheets and riding out my high with my other. I swear I'm going to make this girl mine and soon, I don't care that she's my assistant. ____________________________ G!p x female Boss x assistant ⚠️ Child loss. A reader of mine took time out of there day to tell me to let you all know that if you're reading this story then to know that the main character is a whore and that there are multiple love interest or something like that. 👍

Summer Ellington, a 19 year old angel. At least, that's what 23 year old Jade Moore tells herself when she meets the girl. Read on to find out more!