Destined to marry each other as royal princesses

After three years in France, Lingling Kwong returns to Thailand, expecting a quiet life-until a simple trip to drop off her niece at kindergarten turns into a world-shattering revelation. Two little voices called her Dadda. Five years, one night, and a hidden secret-now the woman she loved and the twins she never knew exist are standing right in front of her. Can she reclaim the family she never knew she had? --- "She lost her love... but the twins she never knew just found Dadda" --- DADDA, YOU'RE LATE LINGORM FANFIC

⚠️this book is like 80% smuttt again if not 18+ don't click pls⚠️ Innocent. Sweet. A perfect angel. At least that's what they're supposed to believe. Isabella comes home at twenty-one with a smile too pure to question and a hunger sharp enough to cut glass. She doesn't run from devils. She tempts them. Provokes them. Dares them to lose control. And Valtora is the perfect devil for her. She knows exactly who Valtora is- off-limits, untouchable, a liability written in blood. A woman who built her empire on discipline and fear, who enforced the rules with violence and never allowed herself a weakness. Until Isabella. Isabella doesn't want protection. She wants to be chosen. She wants to belong to one woman and one woman only- the one she's dreamed of kneeling for long before she ever came home. She wants to be broken. Claimed. Ruined. And she knows Valtora will never look at her the way she wants... unless she makes her. So she comes back with a motive. A plan. A slow, deliberate game designed to make even the strongest devil crack. Valtora has no mercy. No softness. No room for mistakes. Until Isabella walks back into her life-grown, fearless, and far too aware of the power she holds. In a city ruled by men, Valtora is the devil they answer to. Isabella was forbidden. Off-limits. Untouchable. Valtora swore she'd never want her. Never need her. Never claim what could destroy her empire. But desire doesn't ask permission. The line between protection and possession blurs. Control turns into craving. And kneeling stops being a game. Because once Valtora decides Isabella is hers, there is no world where she lets her go. Not alive. Not breathing. Not ever. Kneeling isn't submission. It's a promise. And Valtora always collects what's owed. Will attraction, obsession, or even love be enough to stand strong in a world where love is seen as a weakness?

"You want my forgiveness? Kneel before me, baby." A devilish smile formed on her lips. "The clock is ticking, I changed my mind." Her eyes become cold, now you can't see any emotions in her eyes. "Let me kill your father, or you'll kill him yourself. Choose." Anger was evident on her face, every word feels like a bullet burning deep within my heart. "That was easy. All you need to do is open your mouth, then talk. But still, you never tried." I saw how disappointment crossed her face and a mocking smile formed on her lips before walking away. Away from me.

"i thought we were best friends?" i say holding onto her waist trying to control myself from taking her right here and right now. "ive never wanted to have my best friend fuck me till i cant walk." she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me hard. River Diaz a 17 y/o intersex girl thats been secretly in love with her best friend for 4 years, she loves art and photography and is trying to get into an art college. Jasmine Carter a 17 y/o girl that moved to rivers town 4 years ago and has always had a "girl crush" on river to scared to admit her true feelings, and dates men to cover up her love for her. will jasmine admit to herself how hopelessly in love she is with river or keep denying it? lowercase intended!

Scarlett Johansson is a twenty-two year old woman. She attends dental school, she loves to read and is in love with her fiancé Colin. Everything in her life was always perfect and in order, until her fiance blatantly betrays her. The magnificent world is destroyed in a second, while she spends a week all locked in the room, not talking or seeing anyone. When she finally decides to get out of the pit, a night of drinking and clubbing with her best friend seemed like the perfect move to get out of head, the scene of her fiancé having sex with a bitch. But what she didn't know, was that in the midst of this super fun night, an offer would be made to her and amid all the tequilas ingested by her and her friend, she would accept and sign a contract. The contract that would put her face to face with the greatest pornographic star of the moment.

"I've decided that you are now my puppy!" "One, I'm a werewolf. And two, I'm not yours." Her soft smile changed into a sinful grin as she stepped forward, tilting her head as she stared down the teen glaring up at her with her sharp, cold dark blue eyes. Her favorite color. "My puppy." ••• Monday Addams. Cold, possessive, demanding, and a sadistic little psycho who's far worse than her twin sister, Wednesday. And once she sets her eyes on something, she would do anything to have it. No matter what. Fem! Addams oc x Intersex! werewolf oc Season 1- in progress Wednesday fanfic

agegap | wlw | gip Aurora Mayfield has always wanted a simple life a stable job, a loving partner, and a peaceful home. But everything changes when she begins working at Davis inc. Her boss, Amelia Davis, is the kind of woman people fear cold, powerful, and untouchable. Aurora promises herself not to fall for someone like her, yet every glance, every word, and every stolen moment makes her heart beat faster. Amelia Davis doesn't believe in love. She rules her world with control and confidence, keeping emotions locked away. But when Aurora enters her life, everything she thought she knew begins to crumble. What started as a game slowly turns into something real something she can't understand or resist. Now, both women are caught between desire and pride. Will Amelia learn to open her heart, or will Aurora walk away forever?

A lesbian Romance : : : : I grumbled awake, feeling my body in a weird posture, and my eyes opened to find a flock of black strands for a wall. It didn't take long for my eyes to register that my arms couldn't move. I shift my head around, attempting to push the strand away, but my now-ragged breath was ineffective. I wasn't really bewildered. I knew just where I was. I knew I was bound to the blasted head board. Karib thinks this was a game? I had successfully pulled the strands away to see just that. My hands spread out like a bird's wing, with both wrists connected to the head board. My eyebrows furrowed as I quickly became aware that I was nude. My respiration quickened, as though I were pursuing my own shadow. I wasn't lying on my back. I was on my knees, my back arched, and I trembled as I realized my entire lower body was exposed to her. "Karib!" I shouted in a panic.