When Virelai Chun steps back into Miami's gritty glamour after years away, it's not just to sip eggnog and deck the halls. It's to take over for her father, Dorian Chun. And Miami's gangs are no longer the rough illegal crowd they used to be... 𝙉𝙤. They've found a way to make themselves into Miami's elite, pulling strings in the city's most glamorous circles. Schools, politicians, you name it, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘵. And in Miami, you need them to like you. If they don't? Better hope you make it through the holidays. For Virelai, returning to Miami means facing Mazin Moretti, someone she left behind along with any memories of the past. But somehow old heartbreaks and bitter memories still manage to crash over them both like a winter storm. Especially with every holiday event, late-night meeting, and stolen glance only adding fuel to the fire between them. This only leaves Virelai in a city strung up with flashy holiday lights and packed with 𝘴𝘰 much fucking past baggage. Miami's darker side is glistening this Christmas, and Virelai is about to find out that power, passion, and betrayal are gifts 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. So spend your Christmas playing with fire... 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙. [A Christmas Dark Romance & Sequel to Corrupted]

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

This is a mature, 18+ Alcina Dimitrescu X female reader fanfiction! You are a scullery maid at castle dimitrescu, until one day Lady Dimitrescu discovers she has developed a taste for your blood. Now living with Lady Dimitrescu as her personal pet, you try to navigate not only the mysteries of Alcina, but your strange, unexplainable feelings for her as well. CW for general vampire horror, blood, gore and a ton of kinky vampire sex!

Hate, lust, and two very large egos create nothing but issues, especially for these two women who are forced to work together. With their two completely different backgrounds, they're both so obviously a liability to each other... Yet somehow that only draws them closer together.

Raise 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 to this 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, and 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 this. When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 nigga.

𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓; "𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭; 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧*𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯." 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄; "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦." || 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃 || --- #𝟏 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 (𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓)

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

In a world where most believed toxicity was necessary to go through in order to find real love, she brought it to him in the purest way possible. His Angel, the Obsession.

After years of observation in the shadows, Judah, a notorious and well respected drug trafficker, becomes obsessed with a basketball lover, Kianna-after being tasked with killing her-despite her unawareness of his existence. He proceeds to carry out the kidnapping plan but changes his mind about ending her life; instead, he manages to make her fall deeply in love with him. Judah then makes an audacious decision to train Kianna as his protégé, molding her into a skilled assassin who echoes his own deadly prowess. Together, they navigate treacherous paths, balancing their turbulent lives with the sensual whirlwind of love that entangles them.

A lesbian Christmas romance between a mafia boss and a designer hired for Christmas. Maybe Christmas isn't the most joyful time of the year...