I worte this crap when I was like 14. I was and still am pretty fucked up in the head for publishing and even just writing some of these "stories". TW; death/suicide/language/murder/blood/gore/smoking/selfharm/assault/SA/etc. (I won't be adding to this collection of writing anymore. But I won't be deleting it either. I'd like to strongly encourage anyone who's dealing with similar situations IRL to seek help or find someone or something to anchor you and get you through. shit isn't always bad but we never really catch a break. Survive, loves.)

WARNING: This is for adults only! You'll have to follow me to read some of the chapters! Geneva is a Cupid. Her methods are a little unorthodox, but her success rate has been damn near perfect. That is, until her most recent Client, Lizzy gets into a car accident and comes face to face with Death himself. Now Geneva is fighting for Lizzy's life, bargaining everything she has for just enough time to get her Client to fall in love. Adrian has been a Reaper for centuries. Not once had he ever accidentally touched anyone. That is, until the beauty of a Cupid throws herself in front of her injured companion. For the first time in years, he felt anger and that emotion opened a Pandora's box of feelings he'd worked hard to suppress. The Cupid was trouble, his heart could feel it. KINK: Femdom and all the things it encompasses. Like chastity. I'm serious, folks. If you can't handle subversive ideology, GTFO. If you enjoyed this story, please support me at my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/AlexaLaMenthe

Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.

A unique love story between a deaf blind married transguy named kel and transgirl named Melissa This is their transgender deaf blind marriage story about love and acceptance. The title Transaturated love is a play on words with trans and saturated meaning to be filled with trans love. Read to find out their relationship! but PLEASE review anyways! Don't forget to leave reviews and votes if you really liked the story Happy reading! The authors of this book both are transgender