The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

(GXG)"Tell me what you want me to do to you. It's just a bit of role play" I decided to play along "I want you to eat me out" I whispered and she said "I couldn't hear you" my face turned red "I can't-" she pecked me and went to my ear. "I want to finger you until you squirt." She blew on my ear and I gasped and pulled back "Max!" That gave me chills. "What, I'm just being honest. I have long fingers" -------- Amy is nice, straight girl that constantly gets her heartbroken. She has a sister who despises her and a boyfriend who can't stay loyal if she paid him to. Max is a gay teen model with a face that is made by the gods and a body that it lean and beautiful. She has a beautiful house, nice cars, a great job. She has everything except for parents that give her the time of day. After one bad morning these two meet and will they be able make something work? Read to find out!

Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong, a famous young actress, and "Freen" Sarocha Chankimha, a fiercely ambitious architect, share a love that once burned brightly. But as their careers pull them in opposite directions, their marriage is tested by unspoken fears, insecurities, and the crushing weight of expectations. Freen battles the ache of feeling unworthy of Becky's love, while Becky longs for the connection and intimacy they've lost. With media scrutiny and personal doubts threatening to tear them apart, they face an agonizing question: Can their love survive the distance, or will their once-unbreakable bond shatter beyond repair? ---- This is my first original story, and of course it's a fanfiction. None of this is real-it all exists only in my imagination. ---- ((This story contains heavy angst, slow burn and mature content. Reader discretion is advised))

Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.

📌 SYNOPSIS - The Heir and the Heartbreaker (• angsty • slow-burn • emotional) Freen Sarocha Chankimha has everything - beauty that turns heads, kindness that softens even the coldest hearts, and a future carved in gold. Everyone wants her, everyone admires her, but no one has ever truly reached her. Freen doesn't date. Freen doesn't play. Freen believes in sincerity, in loyalty, in love that isn't a game. Becky Rebecca Armstrong has never played by those rules. Magnetic, breathtaking, and notoriously unattached, Becky turns romance into a pastime and heartbreak into second nature. She knows every trick, every flirtation, every escape route. Dating is easy. Feelings are not. So when Becky is dared - challenged - to date the one girl who has never dated anyone, the one girl who seems untouchable... she accepts with a smirk. But Freen surprises her. What should have been a game becomes something genuine. Friendship grows where flirting was supposed to win. Softness forms where Becky never expected it. And for the first time in her life, Becky hides the truth - because losing the dare means nothing, but losing Freen would mean everything. Until the day Freen overhears Becky and Nop talking.Until the day she learns she was meant to be a challenge.Until the day her gentle heart cracks quietly. Becky apologizes - genuinely, desperately - and Freen forgives her, because Freen always forgives.But something in her shifts.Something silent.Something aching. Because while Becky was learning how to be a friend...Freen was falling in love. And when Becky starts dating Nop, blissfully unaware of the damage she's done, Freen does the one thing she's always done best: She hides her pain.She smiles for Becky.She finds happiness in Becky's happiness, even as her own heart breaks. A slow-burn of unspoken love, misplaced loyalty, and the kind of heartbreak that only happens when the right person comes at the wrong time.

Marlene looked at me and smiled "just saying the truth. Your daughter is so smart. Her mentality is so refreshing. I truly believe she'll get somewhere with her talents" He smiled and kissed the side of my head then someone called for him so he went to talk to whoever called him. I looked at Marlene who smiled and stepped closer to me "forgot to mention how mesmerized I am by your beauty" she said quietly. I bit my lip gently "why don't you show me how beautiful I am instead of just saying it?" I'm feeling a bit confident which seemed to make Marlene happy. "Oh I will but just be patient" --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -age gap -abuse -sexual assault/harassment -violence -alcohol, drugs, weed etc. -family issues

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong is fire. At twenty-three, she is the quiet CEO of Armstrong Enterprises. Cold, powerful, and always in control. Five years ago, her wedding went wrong. The groom ran away. So her grandfather found a replacement. Freen Sarocha Chankimha. An orphan. Uneducated. Too loud for rich people. Too mischievous for rules. A storm. And somehow... the storm became the husband of the fire. Their marriage was never love. It was duty. Now they live in the Armstrong mansion with their four-year-old daughter Mon-a tiny thunder who runs around screaming "Daddy!" and causing daily chaos. Becky is fire. Freen is storm. Mon is thunder. The mansion is tired. The fire never looks at the storm. But the storm is still there... cooking, driving, gardening, and accidentally annoying rich relatives. And somewhere in this marriage of duty- someone is actually enjoying the duty a little too much. Captain. 🌩️⚡🔥 --- Freen G!P ---

Willow Grey is 18 years old, sharp, attentive and intersex. Some see her as quiet and rude as her friends know the real Willow. She is determined and charming. Holly Anderson is 23 years old with a husband of two years and a new job as a teacher. Her life has always been this perfect story, making her parents and people around her admire her. But they both know there's something wrong...

This is my first omegaverse story, written in Taglish and it's gxg story. The Omegaverse is a made-up world where people are divided into three groups: Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Each group has different roles, traits, and ways of behaving, which can lead to complicated relationships and power struggles. People don't know if they are an Alpha, Beta, or Omega until they reach the age of 17 or 18. This is called the "awakening" or "transition" phase. During this time, people discover their true role. Alpha: If someone becomes an Alpha, their body changes. Female Alphas get some male traits in their uper and lower body but still look partly female. Male Alphas grow taller, stronger, and more muscular. Alphas have a strong, bossy energy. Their bodies also start to release powerful pheromones a strong smell that can affect others. These smells can be spicy, smoky, or sweet and they can make Omegas feel weak, nervous, or attracted. Alphas are often seen as leaders, but they must learn to control their pheromones, especially when they are angry or in heat. Omega: When someone becomes an Omega, their body becomes softer and more sensitive. Male Omegas look more feminine, especially around their hips and lower body. Female Omegas become more emotional and in touch with their feelings. Omegas give off sweet-smelling pheromones like honey, vanilla, or flowers. These smells can attract Alphas strongly, especially during an Omega's heat. Omegas can feel shy, overwhelmed, or needy when their pheromones get too strong. Beta: Betas don't go through a big change. Their bodies stay the same, and they don't make strong pheromones like Alphas or Omegas. This makes them more calm and steady. Betas are not affected by heat cycles or strong smells, so they often help keep peace between Alphas and Omegas. Date published: April 3, 2025

"It's not that I don't want you doing this with me" she said closing her eyes tightly and putting her head back on the pillow as her hands gripped my waist. I put my hands on her chest as I kept moving my hips on her. "What is it then?" I asked her, trying my best to hold my moans in "it's the fact that your fucking.." she breathed heavily and tried to keep herself together so she can complete her sentence "..your fucking dad will kill me if he finds out about us having sex" I held her chin and kissed her lips "that's why we're not gonna tell him.." I said moving faster, her grip tightening on my hips "..it's gonna be our little secret" --- This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -use of weapons -Drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -murder and crimes