For love, would you play the role of the hero or the villain? An unmasked serial murderer is on the run, and killings are taking place all over the country. What a bad moment for a girl named Skylar Millie Parker to return home after four years in Canada, quitting a well-paid job. Unexpectedly, something happened on her way home when she met someone who would eventually lead her to an even better job opportunity from a prestigious family. Skylar accepted it without having a hint of the bigger trouble that would appear in her life in the form of a person; a woman named Hera Cythera Arentsvelt. The stories about Cythera intrigued her, even without personally seeing the infamous head of the family as she's always locked in her room. Quiet and mysterious, hauntingly playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. But then the time finally came, and something unexplainable changed inside Skylar the moment she saw the woman behind that name... "I remember vividly the first time I laid my eyes on you. You were wearing your purple robe with the same color as your eyes. I suddenly felt like everything around me had stopped, and you were the only one moving. Slowly taking the steps down the grand stairs. It felt like my breath got stuck in my throat, my heart pumping more blood than it should, and my head whispered to my ear...she looks ethereal." Ngunit ano nga bang malaking gulo na dala ng dalaga sa buhay ni Sky? At ano ang katakot takot na sikreto nito ang siyang tuluyang magpapabago sa buhay niya at sa mga tao sa paligid niya? Worse than that, it looks like Cythera knows something about the infamous serial killer in town... But is she the killer? Anong kaya mong isugal para protektahan ang taong pinaka importante para sayo? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish (Tagalog-English)

"I was ordered to kill you." 21 year old Mavis Griffon is a stripper for the Inferno night club when one night, a woman in a silver dress walks in. Calm, deadly, and a knockout blonde. There is something alluring about her, something intoxicating in the way she pulls out her gun and aims it at Mavis with words that will change her life forever. "I was ordered to kill you." Her eyes search mine, as though she is waiting for me to scream, to run, to fight. But I only let a smirk grace my lips, and I hide my trembling hands as I say, "Then what are you waiting for?"

Jude Barrow is a black belt in karate―fiery, temperamental, with a tendency to talk back . . . even to her kidnappers. After her mother is taken, Jude stumbles into the Underground, where the Mafia hide beneath New Orleans. She has no choice but to trust the girl with a dangerous smile and a mouth like sin. Hunter is the Mafia boss with a feared reputation and a ruthless plan―and Jude is determined to fight fire with fire. But when the world is burning, does it end in love . . . or ashes? "What would you like me to do to you, Jude?" Her voice is a breath, igniting fire in my bones. Our mouths are so close I can taste the heat between us. Kiss me. The thought is sudden. Unexpected. "Why are you here, Jude?" A slow caress of words. This is a game―a game of touch and sensation and risk. I want to kiss her. I want to close the distance between us and pull her down to me, to kiss her until my eyes roll back and I see stars. "When you're ready to tell the truth," she says, and there is a smile, a dark smile, "we can play this game. And I'll show you what I know about the art of fucking." HIGHEST RANKING #1 in lesbian #2 in lgbt #2 in lgbtq #6 in girls

"Kiss me, you royal idiot." Paris Young is a pediatrician in a children's hospital. Rory Preston is the notorious playboy princess, who is more than just a royal heir -- she's a royal pain in the ass. When a snowboarding accident leaves Rory with a broken leg and a desperate need to hide from the publicity of the fall, there is only one option: Mount Sinai Hospital. Paris Young has no choice but to accept Rory as her patient -- the flirtatious, cocky and charming princess. (A Retelling of "Christmas with a Prince")

Different pair of shoes. Same person. Different back stories. Same fate. Same pair of parents with different intentions makes one arranged marriage between two most powerfull bussines people. Athena Calvin, ambicious, cold and so called "evil Queen" was a young lady managing her own company which she inhereted after her father had retired. Her parents always wanted the best for her and her siblings but tendet to make some decisions for them but this time it was something she expected the least. Blake Armani, grew up in a family full of hate, resentment and bitterness. Her father is a very respected business man and her mother a successful lawyer making them the ultimate duo. Blake's parents wanted her to go in their steps so the Armani Co. was practically thrusted into her hands after she got her economics degree. ______________________________________ Started- 20/1/2025 Ended-30/3/2025 🥇Intersex #6 lesbian #21 wlw #23 gxg

Sam, a shy, 16 year old, closeted lesbian who has anxiety issues and abusive parents meets Avery, a soon to be Beta, who wasn't expecting to find her mate in a human girl. But when one act of kindness and tears start to turn things over, Avery realizes that she cannot keep Sam an arm's length away. Their relationship is put to a test with love and trust the only things keeping them at bay. Includes: - girlxgirl romance (duhh) - abuse and self-harm scenes - mature sexual content - werewolf stuff ----- I suck at descriptions but give it a try? :) P.S This was written when I was dumb and new to writing so it's gonna be a little eh ----- Completed: 5/6/2020

"I said kill her. Not fvck her!"

"Mommy...."

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.