The Empress of the East was known to be cruel, heartless, and just pure evil woman. She'll kill anyone over the smallest mistake and go to war if you annoy her. She was the most feared and dangerous woman in history that had everything a man could want plus more. But, a little fox from a neighboring Kingdom caught her eye and now this Empress will stop at nothing to have that little fox as hers. Until a ring is on her finger. No matter what.

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

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Phoenix and Kamisha have been best friends since they met 10 years ago. They have been thru failed marriages, failed relationships, abuse and toxic behaviors. Follow them and there ride too there happily ever after.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 (girlxgirl)(𝓌𝓁𝓌)(femxstem) 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐰/ 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬! Riah's life after high school was just piecing together. Riah's social life was just peaking when she met her. The two swore up and down they could keep things strictly friendly. But did they really want to? Some complicated situations end in pain, some in lust, others in love... "Make me." I whispered in her ear. "We can't do stuff like this Riah. Remember, we're just friends." she whispered in my ear. 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀... ☘︎︎ sexual content/smut ☘︎︎ strong language ☘︎︎ unhealthy relations ☘︎︎ anxiety/talk about self harm ☘︎︎ drugs and other substances/substance abuse ________ Reached #1 in 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 Reached #1 in 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 Reached #6 in 𝐥𝐠𝐛𝐭 Reached #7 in 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐱𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 Reached #61 in 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 Reached #67 in 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐱𝐟𝐞𝐦 STARTED: 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮, 𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟴 PUBLISHED: 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯, 𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝟮𝟰

𝐰𝐥𝐰 • 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝 • 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐱 --- When two ex-best friends are reunited, an obvious attraction has grown. For them to love each other would be wrong though...right? After all, they are opps by association. Maybe keeping their love hidden from their brothers who are beefing, will allow them to be together. Or maybe it will ruin everything, ending in chaos and causing hell. • • • 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞... - Mature/Strong Language - Mature Content (18+ Recommended) - Sex/Smut (Detailed) - Substances (Alcohol, drugs, etc) - Violence (Including weapons) - Other Possible Triggering Content REACHED: ----- #𝟏 in 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝 #𝟏 in 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 #𝟐𝟖 in 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝 • 𝐰𝐥𝐰 Addicting Sins Spinoff: 𝒀𝒂𝒛𝒎𝒊𝒏'𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 Heartbroken and depressed after realizing her feelings much too late, Yazmin realizes she is at her lowest. But what happens when Yazmin runs into someone from her past? Only, they're not nearly the same person they once were... • • • "Spell my name." I told her, continuing to pleasure her. "No. Spell my name." she said in a low tone, never stopping what she was doing with her fingers. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞... - Mature/Strong Language - Mature Content (18+ Recommended) - Sex/Smut (Detailed) - BDSM/Other Kinks - Substances (Alcohol, drugs, etc) - Mentions/Talks About Suicide - Other Possible Triggering Content

"I'm tired of you being so difficult. I've been trying so hard to be your friend and you just fucking push me away. We'd be talking good One day and the next day you don't even wanna look at me. Every time I think we're making progress you come harder with your bullshit. I ain't never had no female treat me like this. I hadn't even been emotionally attracted to a female in a long ass time and now that I do she treats me like fucking shit and doesn't give a fuck about me or my feelings. " Taking a step back Ronnie dragged Her hands down her face and groaned. This was the shit she didn't want. "Jasmine lemme tell you something real quick,"She paused to prepare herself, "I ain't ever loved before. I never even loved my mother nor my father. Shit, I don't even love myself. If we're gonna start something Love gotta be involved. If I start loving you, I'm gonna Love you hard. You gotta be able to take what the fuck I'm giving you with no exception. You gotta devote yourself to me, cuz once I start fucking with you there's no turning back. You with that? " Jasmine bit her lip nervously as she stared at Ronnie. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. "Y-yes, "She stammered, "I'm with that. "

When working at a failing high end restaurant in New York, Mariah Breaux knows every corner about scraping by. But when an unknown event is thrown at the restaurant by a notorious mafia, and she is asked to cater for their upcoming event for a large sum of money who is she to decline? Little did she know the event was to welcome the families new leader of the mafia, their daughter, Nova Casper.

"Hey B..." I start and he hums in reply, just staring at me with adoration and I find the courage in myself to finish my sentence. "Can you do something for me?" "Anything." He promises, without even knowing what I'm going to ask of him. Jesus, this man is literally going to be the death of me. If so, it'll be a good death indeed. "Kiss me." He doesn't need any more prompting than that. Within milliseconds, his lips are pressed against mine in a gentle caress. His hands move to cup my neck while mine tighten on his shirt, trying to anchor myself as he kisses me slowly and languidly. I could definitely die happy now. His lips are like soft velvet and his hands are coarse from riding but they hold me like I'm the most important thing in the world. He tastes like coffee and smells like wood smoke, a heady combination that has me weak in the knees.