A retelling of the Hades and Persephone myth, a story of fate, the struggle for power, and love found in the most unexpected places. ***** Persephone has been raised in Olympus all her life - her mother absent, her father a cruel king, with her siblings teaching her all they know. She has seen all of what the gods and goddesses do and she is sick of it. When she learns her safety is threatened by staying in Olympus, she flees to the Underworld. There she stays until she learns that her leaving has caused the world to wilt. But leaving behind her newfound friends and Lady of the Underworld is something she will not do willingly, no matter the consequences. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Regina Dionela Content Warning: Mentions of rape and incest

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Sequel to "Mommy's Princess"

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Jazz is a femme who meets Tati , a sexy stud. They capture each others hearts. But Tati has been hurt by her ex, Can Jazz mend the heart of Tati and open it up to her or will she return back to her once love. A lesbian story that will capture your heart .

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(NOT FINISHED) Once the blindfold and gag are on, I hear Her walking around the room. The bed then dips at my feet. I gulp softly and jump at the feeling of her hands brushing along my thighs slowly, she's teasing me. "You want this, don't you?" She chuckles. I nod my head. "It's been a while, you're so wet for me." She mumbles, her breath is so close to my heat now. I moan into the gag as her tongue slides along my slit. I squeeze the silk restraints as her finger slides into my entrance. I feel the utter bliss taking over my body, so many months of not having this pleasure is really taking toll on me. The finger sliding out of me makes me whimper. "Patience." She whispers in my ear. I can hear a drawer opening then closing again.

"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks. "Ten," He finally spoke once feeling the cold metal in the back of his head. "Nine." He shuddered, whimpering for mercy as I buried deeper. "Eight." However, he did not spoke the words of mercy, the old man knew it was no way of getting out of this, no way of running. "Seven." I took the safety off, the loud click made him whimper even more, shake as if it were Antartica and also sweat as if he were in the middle of the Congo. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. How can you feel anything for someone you only met just five minutes ago? "Si-" The old man didn't finish, I was getting tired of his voice and the smell of shit in the air. His body fell flat, a pool of blood formed quickly- just what I wanted to see. No second kill shot, no time wasted to see if he were actually dead. Quick, fast, and neat.

Katrin Dane, wealthy, billionaire, sophisticated, sexy, single and lonely at 37. Kris Smith, hardworking, simple, kind-hearted lesbian at 27, who is also an intersex. Will this two cross paths and build a relationship despite their differences? Book cover by Soliza1902