"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.

When Esmerelda Harlow steps into the musty halls of Winston High as the new history teacher, with a reputation for being a bitter and arrogant professor, whispers of her arrival ripple through the school. Students are wary, until the reckless student Cameron Monroe allows her interest to morph. Cameron, the school's untouchable rebel with a reputation for detention and carelessness, with a game of causing disturbances. To her, Esmerelda Harlow is just another target-a seemingly uptight woman with strict rules and an aura of authority begging to be challenged. But when Cameron tries her usual antics, she's met with something entirely unexpected: resistance. Esmerelda is not an easy mark. In fact, she's more than Cameron bargained for. Cool-headed and emotionless. Every sarcastic remark is met with calm but devastating wit. Every act of defiance earns a punishment so perfectly tailored, it leaves Cameron seething-and strangely fascinated. Esmerelda sees through Cameron's rebellious exterior to the restless mind beneath it. Cameron, for all her bravado, finds herself caught in Esmerelda's gravitational pull-her intelligence, her poise, and her charm. But Esmerelda isn't here to play games. She's here to teach Cameron a lesson she'll never forget, one that will leave them both questioning the boundaries of power, desire, and control. In the end, it's not just Cameron's life that Esmerelda will upend, -it's her own. In a town where reputations are everything, what happens when two unstoppable forces collide in one university?

SCARLETT Rule number one, never fall in love with your stepsister, rule number two, definitely and I mean definitely never fall in love with your stepsister who is a diagnosed psychopath. Thankfully I will be able to keep those rules easily since I never loathed anyone more than I loathe Sloane Blackwell. What she did I can never forgive and never forget. SLOANE Obsession is such an interesting feeling, you just get hooked and can't stop fixating on your prey. Too bad for Scarlett Beaumont the prey in question is her. She hates me oh so beautifully too, I know she'll never forgive me, good thing I don't need her to. She will be mine either way, I won't stop until she is, and her hate? That just keeps me warm at night. Let the games begin, shall we?

(Editing) An unwary human found herself beneath a woman who controlled an army of revenants and possessing an iron grip on every nefarious trade known to mankind. Despite being aware of the gifts her majesty's comprised of, the girl's familiarity with the queen unearthed her willingness in being subject to hedonistic advances and much more intricate things.

"I've never been with a woman before." I was an echo chamber to her words as I made my admission shyly, looking away as my face grew hot with embarrassment. I wasn't lying. I never had been with a woman before. Especially not an older, well respected and successful woman. Vivian Black took me by my chin, forcing me to look her in the eyes, "Let me change that." I watched and allowed her to trace circles into my hip, "What about the men I told you about? She let out a small laugh, her lips now on my neck and her hand in between my legs, "I'll make you forget all about them."

The SEQUEL to The Queen of Blood. Estrella is reeling. She has spent the last 8 months in the forest she grew up in, narrowly avoiding both assassination attempts and the war that wages between the werewolf and vampire kingdoms. Queen Celestia is struggling. Struggling to win a war with her people divided, and struggling to function without her mate. With no other options they are drawn back together, tasked with saving a drowning nation and each other. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This book contains strong language, violence, torture, sex scenes, and is centered around a lesbian love story.

Alice Stark is the eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark. During and after King Roberts visit to Winterfell she feels drawn towards Cersei Lannister, why she doesn't know. But she does know that she shouldn't be feeling this. But Cersei may take her by surprise. Warning: I don't own any of the characters other than Alice Stark. There will be sexual content. This is a gxg story. If you're not comfortable with it, don't read it. Simple as that. Contains Game of Thrones spoilers! This story is based on the TV Show and on George R.R. Martin's books! I don't own any of the pictures!

Haneul is a Korean living in Italy he is a sweet, innocent guy but his life isn't so pretty Luciana Ricci she is the most ruthless, heartless ,sexy and beautiful mafia queen Her power is unmatched she doesn't care about anything or anyone aside her friends and family I don't own any of the pictures used in this story

♔ She is cruel, ruthless, and arrogant. She is stunning, cunning, and deadly. She insists that we are not equal in this arranged marriage. She is the boss. She makes the rules. She can make me kneel in front of her with just a sweep of her lashes. She can make me feel things I have only read about in romance novels. But she can also break my heart with just a few words from her pretty mouth. And I am a hundred percent sure she will. Yet, I cannot stop myself from falling for my wife. No matter how much secrets she hides from me. ♕ He is sweet, innocent, and thoughtful. He is beautiful, smart, and full of life. He insists on making me happy and being my friend. He is the light of my life. He is the only person I have ever loved. I love him to the point of obsession. I would burn down the entire world to protect the boy with the lavender eyes. And if keeping him safe requires me to be the villain, then I would gladly become the devil herself. ~~~~~~ New update every week!

ㅤ ༺❝𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.❞༻ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ࿇࿇࿇ ㅤafter a peasant girl has failed an attempt to steal food from a lannister tent, instead of being punished by death, dawn ryndelle was given a second chance, saved by the imp from his father, and that was to serve for house lannister as servant for all her life. . .but, she learns dark secrets within the keep, and finds herself in a strange, yet complicated situation the moment she meets cersei lannister, a ruthless, arrogant beauty of a woman, a queen lusting. . . for sex and wine. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ⊰ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤⊱ ❝ "I didn't poison your wine if that's what you're worried about" she said. I took a look at the sitting wine and then her, "of course not your grace," I said, trying to force out a much more realistic grin "I'm not supposed to drink on duty-" "If the Queen offers. . .you aren't allowed to reject my offer little one. Drink" Cersei insisted. I still did not obey and the more I sat there like a motionless doll, the more I could see her wonder of me, studying me and my thoughts. "Your lips never touched the taste of any wine, have they?" she asked. I shamefully shook my head, to be asked by a Queen to drink off a goblet and then realize I haven't sipped any wine my entire life, had been embarrassing enough ". . .at the age of fifteen," she continues "I've indulged the power of what wine can do, and how is it that at twenty, your mouth hasn't touched any sort of happy refreshment? who raised you girl?" she asks curiously. "oh, tust me your grace, you don't want to know that boring side of my life." I answer. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ❞