Ruling an Empty World... I was in the middle of Crossfire, not in the battle field but in a war of the family, beginning its founding roots and blood line, and on top of that, I am one. Since Gustavo paid the ransom, he took me and put me under his protection. I find peace living but battling the same demons on my intrusive thoughts that keep me up at night. One question being answered, yet another one appears. A scar of the past engraves deep within my skin, like wearing torn jeans. The scars that shield and protect placed me on the top of these dark, atrocious schemes. That makes no difference with them except me being lonely on top. Adding to the circus between my cousins, we obliged to follow. No questions ask, there's no rules being told because we ruled; I ruled an empty world. BOOK 2 (Ruling an empty world) Copyright © 2024 by TheWritingStudio. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by mean without Prior Permission of the Author All Characters who appeared in this work are Fictitious any Resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Book written : 2023 Word count - Cover made - tws

(On-Going) WLW (Short-Story)[women.loving.women] Arrogant, mischievous, agnostic, and strangely civilized for a cannibal who lives on the island, the idiot shakes the existence of my kicking cells. Through the grand entrance of my yacht explosion last night in the middle of nowhere but water. The a**hole cabin crew got drunk and messed up the entire sail. Not the infamous sinking ship; mine explodes. I'm not the type of explorer, but I only used transport that I knew would make me on time. Then there's this person a grandiose, a master of a self-centered peace of being an a**hole, may heaven forbid. I'm not a fan of being intimate with anyone. I don't have time, and I don't believe in that. The only reason I exist is to continue supporting the Fergusons, all the Foundation women, and its legacy. Looking out for my sister Olivine, whose grieving and, most of all, is for business purposes only. This one is pretty messed up; one had the guts, one had the nerve to get under my skin at my first glimpse looking at her before I pass out. Good Lord, why do I exist? Word Count : Date Written /1.13.23/ Date Finished © 2023 No part of this publication may be Ripped or Reproduced in any form from the source or by mean without the Prior Permission of the Author. All Characters that appeared in this work are Fictitious any Resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

[COMPLETED](Short-Story) (women loving woman)[wlw] Trigger Warnings : A little Lie, but more in Deception. A constant Emotional Manipulation along with Controversy. Hidden Gossip that only a few know about. Hiding behind the mask with a superficial personality. How to leave the past when it hunts? Otara is no exception to any other human being, who suffers trauma from relationships in the past, reasons She's giving up on love which her elite circle of friends teases her. Every heartache causes her more stones to collect and build up a wall and create her dungeons to protect herself from every people she met close but not too close enough. A stoic personality, a cold emotionless Otara portrayed and carry to protect herself around the people she didn't trust, until she met Jaime. A woman who makes her see the good part in people. Until the horrors from the past come back to resurface and relive again. Can I swipe off the pain and let's start again? Written:10-10-22 Finished: 11-3-22 Book cover: tws* [Short-Story] [Word-Count 47,466] women-loving-women © 2022 No part of this publication may be Ripped or Reproduce in any form from the source or by mean without the Prior Permission of the Author. All Characters that appeared in this work are Fictitious any Resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

"She can cook and be a good host, double score," I sarcastically made an enthusiastic statement and ate diligently and my dad groans in irritation. "What? I'm listening now," I scoffed a laugh. He gives me one of those signature glares and I brushed him off. "Stefani, this is your new step mom like it or not, you're gonna have to give me a break and have some common decency to give Lillian a chance. She's here to stay so get comfortable with not waking up alone in the mornings," my dad leans over the counter tops. Ooooooooh I'm scared. I've just been promoted from neglected daughter to fucking housewife sitter.

[Completed] (ShortStory) [women -loving- women] [girlXwoman] I came across a woman, to me, she's different at first sense. I wasn't sure how my existence turns out to be that day. By only gazing at her, I was fallen into my emotions. I couldn't find reasons to take away my eyes off her, millions of thoughts by just gazing at her. My existing state of mind is present at that moment, but I couldn't find any reason to describe her. How I felt, I was fascinated quickly by her. I didn't ask her name, but I saw the card she provided me to pay her bill, her name was Orianna Ferguson. I arrived back to let her sign, she brought her pen and stroke the pen signing, and was done. Noticing, she didn't even stare at all the papers where she signed. I leave after and let her enjoy her moment time alone. "Hey! Kiss! She can't see..." said the other staff saw a lowered tone, almost whispering, lowering her head down. "You didn't notice, do you? No judgments. I mean, she's a regular guest, I call her a lady in a hat." Dana, my co-waitress sneered while she said. Since the day I was bothered by the idea, she got me mesmerized. Should I talk to her? Or rather, have this dumbfounded idea. Waiting and standing here from afar, contented gazing enthralling her unique beauty on purpose. I have a million reasons to accept the fact. Will she be able to see me? Glance back or able to meet our eyes, recognizing me. Have you ever felt something that is missing...? [short story] Wordcount [28,068] [Highest Ranks! ] #1! girlxwoman #1! Addicting #1! Fascinated #1! admiring #1! Femme © 2020 No part of this publication may be Ripped or Reproduced in any form from the source or by mean without the Prior Permission of the Author. All Characters that appeared in this work are Fictitious any Resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental. (Book written 10.2020) (Book finish 5.2021) Cover made - tws*

DeLacy lives a normal life, in a sense. She can't talk to others and she has to be patient, they'd kill her if they ever found her. She learned to hold her emotions and build up a wall. She distanced herself from everyone for fear of hurting them, even her mother. But when her mother takes in the Alphas of the local Lycan pack when their home burns down in a freak fire, she'll need to learn a whole new level of control. But when the daughter of the alphas starts sticking her nose where it's not wanted. DeLacy's emotions start to come to a boiling point as she finds her resolve slipping as her secret begins to reveal itself along with the dangers that come with it. DeLacy finds herself in the exact position she tried so hard to avoid. Now with the threat of a centuries old war, she finds herself angry. Angry for having to hide her emotions. Angry for having to hide. Angry for having to be silent. Now she would let herself be angry and she wouldn't hide from it and the ones that fought so hard to rid the world of her would learn what a true nightmare they had awakened.

Vivienne Petrovna has an ordinary genius life in the Ultara Academy, but then something about her begins to change. A presence of a beautiful, yet mysterious girl comes into her school and insists on having her after she discovers one of life's biggest shocks. Going through a strange evolution called Awakening, Vivienne thinks it's the least of her trouble, until she's found out about her family secret and starts to realize the whole world is not what it seems. There are other predatory creatures living among humans- and worse, they want to destroy her. [Lesbian story, don't like, don't read] Private for Followers Only --- Copyright © 2013 by Svetlana Ivanova All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the writer, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Under certain circumstances, e.g. as in fanfic, the original author may allow use of her characters, settings, etc. with expressed written permission so long as the work is non-commercialized, garners no monetary gain, and proper credit is given at the beginning of said work. Should circumstances change, the said work must be ceased from distribution and not be made available to the public. For permission requests, contact the author, titled "Attention: Permissions Request," via wattpad portal. Published in the United States of America

Anastasia Romanov, one of the Last Grand Duchesses of the Russian Empire, finds herself lost in memories and heartbreak. Unable to forget her former love, she wanders around the world, looking for distractions. But then a surprise attack from the Hunters spins her life around. Anastasia meets a beautiful Huntress, whose code name is 'Princess of the Wild', but the girl just wants to kill the Duchess at every chance she gets. Will they be potential lovers or forever sworn enemies? |A sequel to the Romanov Princess Book| Private for Followers Only Warning: Sexual Explicit, Lesbian story, Rated R: 18+ only. *** Copyright © 2014 by Svetlana Ivanova All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the writer, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Under certain circumstances, e.g. as in fanfic, the original author may allow use of her characters, settings, etc. with expressed written permission so long as the work is non-commercialized, garners no monetary gain, and proper credit is given at the beginning of said work. Should circumstances change, the said work must be ceased from distribution and not be made available to the public. For permission requests, contact the author, titled "Attention: Permissions Request," via Wattpad portal. Published in the United States of America

Shan was like a black coffee, strong and bitter. She's a very busy person, prioritize work more than anything else that's why she never had any good relationship. One family dinner, her closest brother announce an engagement to a woman whom her brother just introduce to their my family that evening, Mona, a beautiful pastry chef. Mona is the opposite of her, like of a cream, smooth and sweet. Shan knows she'll never get along with her new sister in law but then her black coffee world began to have color and sweetness when Mona, the sweet cream enters her life...