Skylar Gold, 26 year old, 5 foot 10, successful, business minded, goal driven, female mafia leader, is married to 3 women. Saya Gold, 26 years old, 5 foot 5, is the first wife, married to Skylar for 7 years. She is hard to get along with and she has a dire need to control everyone. She has 4 children with Skylar through Reciprocal IVF. Roseleigh, a 6 year old girl, Treasure, a 4 year old boy and Cara, a 3 year old girl and Rita, a 1 year old girl. Precious Gold, 27 years old, 5 foot 8, is the second wife, married to Skylar for 5 years. She is the only one aware of the mafia business and she is in on it. She is also the only one with no children, you just have to stick around to find out why... Amity Gold, 24 years old, 5 foot 2, is the third wife, married to Skylar for 3 years. She is the quiet one of the three wives. She has 2 children with Skylar through Reciprocal IVF. Serenity and Phoenix, 2 year old twin girls. Stay tuned for the drama and banter between the wives as they try to get along for Skylar's sake. ⚠️TW: THERE WILL BE MENTION OF SELF HARM BUT I WILL ADD A WARNING PRIOR TO THE CHAPTER.⚠️

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] Forty-Two years old, lonely and in need of love. Luckily two best friend in their twenties knows just how to treat a woman... Any woman.. Of any age.

She doesn't say anything, but I can see that the arrow I shot was sticking. She is trying to hide the mixture of emotions but I can see them in her eyes. Shock, then hurt, then anger. Then nothing. "Now I'm fucking done," I say finally. She tilts her head to the left and then right, closing her eyes and rolling her neck back. She takes a deep breath in and starts softly laughing. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. "Who," she says, her voice is low, she opens her eyes and looks back at me, "the absolute fuck," she pushes off the counter and takes a slow step foward, "do you think you are talking to?" Quickly the anger starts to sizzle inside me, my heart dropping in my chest. I take a step back instinctively as she takes another slow dragged out step towards me. The regret sets in along with the fear. What was I thinking. Oh god. What did I just say to her. "I think I need to remind you, little girl, who it is that you are speaking to," she says, her voice cold and dripping with danger, taking a final step infront of me. I am looking up at her now, my breath caught in my chest, her eyes are almost black, "because you will never, ever speak to me like that again." She begins to walk around me and my head turns to follow watching her, my stomach flipping. Her hand grabs my lower face and sharply turns it forward, making me freeze. "Do not look at me," she snarls, stepping behind me, her hand slips from my face, her nails dragging across my jaw and around the back of my neck, hand slipping up through my hair. She makes a fist and pulls my head back roughly, making me gasp, frozen in her grip. I feel her breath in my ear. "We are going to have a serious conversation after this about the nature of our relationship and how we are going to navigate this going forward," her voice is suddenly soft and gentle, "however I think there is a little too much sexual tension between us we both need to get out of our system. What are your safe words, Lenora?"

Complete 💯 Vivianne Drake is a ruthless 40-year-old Public Relations attorney with a designer wardrobe, an ironclad reputation, and zero tolerance for love, nonsense, or influencers. Everly Hart is a 22-year-old TikTok star, glitter disaster, and walking HR violation who just went viral for filming a thirst trap at a funeral and now needs legal representation. Fast. Vivian wants her gone. Everly thinks it is funny to calls her "mommy." With a growing media storm, an emotional support goat, and a suspicious number of HR reports, their forced partnership becomes the firm's biggest liability... and maybe the start of something even messier than love: feelings. Age gap. Workplace drama. Public scandal. And way too much eye contact. And of course SMUT! Spanking!

I couldn't understand, what it was exactly... The pain.... Or The tightness of her hand around my throat... Or maybe the way she fucked me with her eyes because I felt my back arch at the same time my eyes rolling at the back of my head.. My arms that were wrapped around her neck tightened their hold around her making my stiletto nails dug into her skin as I pulled her closer. My toes against the floor curled, feeling myself slowly moving over the edge. Even though my lungs burned in need for air unlike my soul that drowned and burned in pure ecstasy and need. The want and need sipping into my soul made my head tilt back against the wall, letting her hand perfectly wrap around my throat. "Fuckkkk!" Grey cursed out loud My eyes blurred with my own tears feeling the pulsing between my legs growing more but I tightened my hold against her shoulders pulling her more to me making her bury her head in the crook of my neck. Her grip never once loosening... Her breaths were short, shaky and heavy against my ear and before I could process everything, her voice hoarse and strained pierced through my senses, "Let this be a little warning to you so that whenever you think of defying me," Grey paused.. "I want you to remember how your body is nothing without me. Let that stay in your thick skull of yours, slut but for now, have fun thinking of how my dick would have felt pulsing within your walls." ******* Wanna find out more, check out the book immediately you read this..

Juno was reading in her room when the earth started the shake heavily followed with a loud ear deadening crash. She ran to her backyard to find a huge ditch in the grass, the thing is she wasn't excepting to find a naked 'human' at the bottom of the hole. She never believed in extraterrestrial beings...but now she was sure they were real. (GxG - intersex)

Ten years ago, Clara Reagan disappeared mysteriously. Despite continuous efforts of the police, the case eventually went cold with no leads other than the testimony of an 8-year-old girl. Arielle Reagan is a university student by day and an investigator by night. She knows who took her sister regardless of whether the police believe her. Ten years later, her memory of the night Clara disappeared is clear as day. She vows to find her sister regardless of any price it may come at. Aside from the those within the organization, Arielle has effectively distanced herself from everyone else. One day, she meets the captivating and stunningly beautiful Dr. Isabelle Williams. Isabelle is intrigued by the quietest student in her class and is determined to understand her, but Arielle is determined not to let anyone in for their own safety. Little does she know, Isabelle is also hiding a secret. Warning: 18+ story; contains BDSM, violence

"You're mine, Amelia. There's no walking away from this." Who knew being a billionaire's personal assistant could take a toll on her life. This contains a lot of explicit (sexual, adult content and wordings)! Please take this into consideration before reading. Thank you.

Alessia Sorento, 26, is a hopeless romantic who is the boss of the Italian mafia. She is a very intimidating person but is soft only with people she is close with. Her enemies and people who don't know her also fear her. Alessia meets Lily DeLuca, 24, a pure soul, unaware of the dangers that surround her. They meet at an art gallery that the Sorentos own, but as Lily doesn't know the owner she tries to make a conversation in broken Italian with Alessia. This interaction turns into a very interesting one as Lily becomes intrigued by the very handsome-looking woman. ---- Lily blushed, "I was trying to impress you with my Italian. Guess I need more lessons." Alessia chuckled, "Your attempt was adorable, if not accurate. But hey, if you ever want lessons, I'd be happy to help." ---