Foi quando meu olhar cruzou o dela que as coisas começaram a se complicar. Ela era linda, alta, com cabelos amarelos como crisoberilo, olhos castanhos tão profundos, me pareciam que neles haviam segredos, histórias e muitos sentimentos. "Já me perdi em olhos azuis, verdes, pretos. mas ah! nesses teus olhos castanhos, neles eu me encontrei" Essa história é basicamente a história de duas mulheres, de idades diferentes, pensamentos diferentes e claro o modo de viver totalmente contraditório uma da outra. Será que em meio a um casamento falido, um marido agressivo, duas filhas e uma bagagem emocional gritante, nossa querida Eleanor com seus 52 anos vai conseguir superar seus próprios demônios e então conseguir viver pra si própria? E será que a nossa pequena Lunna de 22 anos, que tem uma vida "fácil", uma vida um tanto quanto perturbadora aos olhos de quem está de fora vai conseguir continuar brincando de ser uma acompanhante de luxo depois de conhecer Eleanor? a mulher que vai te tirar as noites bem dormidas e com certeza vai tirá-la do eixo. Vem comigo, e embarque nessa história cheia de emoções hehe 😌 obs:a autora que aqui vos fala pode ser um tanto quanto dramática e assustadora 🧙

Miranda enforca Andrea por acidente e de repente tudo se torna uma grande bagunça. Mirandy! UA! S&M!

"Então, Miranda, quero saber tudo! Vamos começar com isso: o que você acha da Semana de Moda de Paris deste ano?" Miranda engoliu em seco. A pergunta em si não era descabida; na verdade, era uma que ela sabia que seria feita com frequência em entrevistas futuras. Mesmo assim, olhos cor de chocolate surgiram em sua mente por uma fração de segundo, e uma pontada aguda em seu coração acelerou seus batimentos cardíacos. A certeza de que nunca mais os veria pesava sobre ela, mas ela fez o possível para afastar esses pensamentos. A última coisa de que precisava agora era de outro colapso nervoso e uma onda de lágrimas. "Não poderia ter sido melhor." ⚠️ AVISO IMPORTANTE ⚠️ ESTA É UMA TRADUÇÃO AUTORIZADA da obra original Withering Flowers, escrita por Hayyes. 📘 Autorização concedida pela autora, nos comentários da obra original (Capítulo 32 : epílogo). 📖 Tradução por: NefitaGil 🔗Link da obra original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56414575/chapters/143347306 Todos os créditos da história e dos personagens pertencem à autora Hayyes. Esta tradução tem o único propósito de tornar a obra acessível aos leitores de língua portuguesa, sem fins lucrativos.

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

-Me gustas...- me acerqué con lentitud -No sabes lo que dices- la vi retroceder un par de pasos -Por supuesto que lo sé, usted también me desea profesora- nuevamente vuelvo a recortar la distancia Esos intensos ojos azules me miran con detenimiento -Al carajo- Me besó. Mi profesora me besó. Aún cerca de mis labios ella susurró -Has influenciado a que llegue al pecado...- sentenció finalmente.

"The fuck? Girl it's 2020 why hate?" "I know what year it is, I have my own calendar" I replied but she just gave me an eye roll. "Just...I just don't like that look of it, I don't know... I don't understand." I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Hmm..." She placed her hand on her chin and tapped her lips, "try and kiss me then?" "What?? I just said I don't like the look of two girls together, why would I kiss you?" I backed away a little. "Oh yeah- what about a hug instead?" she asked. "I don't like physical contact." "Please?" "No." "It's just one second!!" "A no is a no." She pouted and stomped her feet and I'm lying if I said she didn't looked cute. "fine. One second." I said, keeping my annoyed façade. "So... You say yes to my Hug?" I rolled my eyes, my lips failing to hide a smile. "I say yes to the hug." ----------------------------- Highest Ranking #1 in Girls (10/29/2020) #1 in gxg (7/31/2022) #1 in highschool (7/31/2022) #1 in girls (8/22/2022) #1 in slow burn (2/17/2023)

Lesbian Romance Angel James loves her life as a submissive woman. Unfortunately, however, she also loves to break every rule known to man. Will head dominant Scarlet Black be able to tame the unruly Angel, or will she too be forced to give her up? *** Angel James didn't have the best start in life. She was plagued with misfortune and taught never to trust those around her, despite desperately wanting to. At eighteen, Angel found herself taken in by the famous Mistress Gloria, the leading dominant of a world dedicated to a society of sub/ dom relationships. Now, at twenty-three, Angel has a reputation for breaking the rules. Mistress Gloria is at her wits-end and calls for her top ranking dominant, Scarlet to come and help.

Novela de corte erótico, lésbico, romántico, con un toque de BDSM. Cuenta la historia de Emma, una mujer que piensa que lleva la vida soñada cuando se ve enfrentada a su pasado lleno de lujuria y pasión. ¿Será capaz de armonizar sus deseos ocultos y su aparente vida llena de éxitos laborales? ¿Podrá compatibilizar sus placeres y su intenso deseo de cumplir con las expectativas de todos? Acompaña a Emma en su viaje de auto descubrimiento... N°1 en #lesbianromance GRACIAS!!!! 01/11/22

A trip to Fiji with her dismissive boyfriend and his alluring mother lands Valentina into the most unexpected romance of her lifetime. ***** College student Valentina has been at a standstill in her relationship for three years, so when her boyfriend invites her on vacation to Fiji with his estranged fashion designer mother, Val can't think of anything worse. Mothers-in-law are notoriously one of the most dreadful aspects of a committed relationship, right? But nobody prepared Val for the aloof, refined Diana, who at first seems to absolutely detest her but soon warms under the tropical sun. As a unique and steamy connection sizzles and the two begin sneaking around, Val wonders if she's finally found the love she's been looking for in the most unexpected of places. But can their spark last, and is it worth what it will cost them? WARNING: This story contains mature themes such as depictions of domestic abuse and coercion that may be upsetting to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.