Seraphina Esposito is a mafia queen.. cold, ruthless, untouchable. At twenty-five she rules an empire built on fear, wielding power like a blade and believing feelings to be nothing but weakness. Love, family, softness.. those are luxuries she's burned out of herself. Or so she thought. Then comes Elowen Morgan. Beautiful. Too emotionally intelligent. Kindhearted. Too pure for a world like hers... and yet, impossible to ignore. With honey-brown eyes that see too much and a quiet defiance behind her smile, she unsettles everything Seraphina thought she knew. Seraphina doesn't do love. But desire? Obsession? The urge to claim what should never have been hers? That, she can't seem to resist. What happens when a woman who feels nothing meets the one person she can't stop feeling?

"If the shoe fits, Cinderella." Diana Lily Frost said it once. Softly. Like an afterthought. Then walked away still holding her coffee like she hadn't just rewired Mia Moretti's entire nervous system and oxytocin levels. The next time they met Mia smiled. "Good morning, Ice Tea." Diana paused. "...Ice Tea?" " Yes. Cold. Bland. Bitter." Mia tilted her head slightly. "And people only pretend to like it." Diana looked at her for exactly three seconds. Then kept walking. That was two-years ago. By November they were sharing a project, a reading room, and eleven pm arguments that the entire library had learned to expect. By the ending of November Mia had also learned that Diana Frost did not raise her voice. Did not scramble. Did not perform. She simply waited. Watched. Let you build your entire argument. And then dismantled it in two sentences while looking slightly bored. It was, unfortunately, the most attractive thing Mia had ever witnessed. Not that she would say that. Not that she would say anything. Except- "You kissed me to shut me up?" Diana glanced up from her laptop. "It worked didn't it." A pause. The smallest almost-smile. "My Cinderella." Mia Moretti had never lost anything in her life. Arguments. Trades. Academic wars against people twice her age. Never. But Diana Lily Frost transferred to [UNIGE] University of Geneva in September and by November Mia was losing something she didn't have a word for yet. And the worst part? Diana knew. She absolutely knew. And she was so, so calm about it. [ gxg - slow burn - enemies to lovers - she fell first, but my darlings the other one didn't just fall, she shattered ] WEEKEND UPDATES🎀

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

Valeria La Reina Monteserra has always been a woman of excess-luxury, arrogance, and a dangerous freedom that leaves no room for anyone's expectations. Born the youngest of the infamous Monteserra family, she walked away from a life of crime to seek her own path, a life without the weight of her older siblings' shadows. But escape isn't as simple as it seems. Five years ago, Valeria helped her sister, Luciana, kill Lorenzo-the man responsible for the love of Luciana's life, Veronika, the ruler of Russia. That single act tied her even tighter to the dangerous world she tried to leave behind. Now, she finds herself in Sweden, supporting her brilliant niece, Hanna, as she navigates the corridors of academia. But trouble is never far behind. Not when Selena Alexandra Lindström, the composed and intelligent professor who annoys her to no end, is part of the equation. Valeria, spoiled and unrepentant, can't resist teasing Selena. But beneath the arrogant exterior lies a secret-one tied to her blood-stained past. A past she's sworn to keep hidden from Selena, a woman whose life couldn't be more different from her own. As old ghosts resurface and emotions collide, Valeria must decide: Will she remain the free spirit she's always been, or will her family's dark legacy pull her back into a world where power, betrayal, and dangerous liaisons rule? In the game of empires, only the most cunning survive. But what happens when the heart gets in the way?

Veronika Koroleva Petrovna-Moscow's untouchable queen. The wealthiest, most powerful woman in Russia. A name that drips with arrogance, feared as much as it is revered. With a single glance, she ensnares. A presence so sharp it cuts. To her, people are nothing but pawns-disposable, forgettable, irrelevant. Trust is a currency too expensive to waste. Loneliness is not a curse; it is a necessity. No parents, no attachments, no weaknesses. Begging? Pleading? Nyet. That is beneath her. Luciana "La Reina" Monteserra-Madrid's deadliest shadow. A queen of ruin and carnage, cloaked in elegance. Cold. Calculating. Lacking even the pretense of empathy. She does not ask. She takes. What she touches, she owns. What she claims, she keeps. No one defies her. No one escapes her grasp. But Veronika? Veronika was the exception. The one thing she could never own.

Under the cold skies of the North, two women live lives shaped by opposite forces. Faye Bloodwolf Malisvarr is a Jarlskona forged by war. Raised by loss, bound by blood and driven by vengeance, she leads her people with iron strength and a heart sealed in ice. The North demands sacrifice - and Faye has paid the price in blood and solitude. Yoko Apasradottir lives in the warmth of Eldrheim, yet knows no freedom. Gentle and kind, she is trapped beneath her father's control, longing for a life of her own. Her dreams are written in secret pages, her hope carried on the wind as she gazes across the endless sea. They have never met. Yet they stand under the same northern sky. As war, fate and longing draw their paths together, ice begins to crack and guarded hearts are tested. What starts as protection slowly becomes trust. What begins in fear grows into something deeper - something neither of them was meant to survive alone. This is a slown-burn fanfic about Faye and Yoko. About war and tenderness, power and captivity, destiny and choice. ❄️ Blood will be spilled. ❄️ Walls will fall. ❄️ And love will rise where the North least expects it. ------ (This is purely my imagination, nothing of it has anything to do with reality. This is a world I created around Faye and Yoko. Which I still love, with all my heart.) 🌻🫧

Royal Rose (Book 2) WARNING G!P book Danielle has been living as a regular knight for years now. She walks around the market making sure that everything it perfect and then helps in teaching kids to fight in the afternoon. Simple, but it was everything Danielle could ever ask for. She met Isabelle before the war and she's pretty, and kind, and brightens up the place wherever she goes. An unexpected kiss between them was her undoing. She wanted more, but her secrets kept her from getting close to anyone, even the soft librarian. Because no one knows that she was the Lost Royal of Vitalis and no one can know. Highest Ranking: #1 gxg #1 gp #1 fxf #1 hermaphrodite #1 girlongirl #1 knights #1 arena #3 futanari #4 futa #6 medieval #17 wxw

From the corner of my eye I can see her guards running into the room. With all my strength I pinned her against the wall and quickly reached for the gun around her waist and point it at her ready to shoot. "What are you going to do, love? Shoot me?" "Don't call me that." She ignores me and raises her hand and flicks the safety of the gun off, which I had forgot about. "I thought you knew how to use a gun, princess." ~The Bumping Accident ~For You, Anything {Sequel} ~War Of Hearts {Trilogy} ~Her Heart {Quadrilogy} ~Embers Of Hope {Pentalogy} Cover by @_navyblueee_

"Seriously? You really thought I would accept you? I'm way too out of your league, retreat from talking to me and don't come near me, you're a vampire" She returned to being the killer eyed girl that I first met in an instant. Said by the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life, a goddess that I don't know why chose to stay in this messy earth. And she rejected me, well why would a perfect girl like her accept me right? but at least I tried than do nothing at all and regret it forever. "Bu...but I'm not a vampire!" I exclaimed in frustration. Seriously? That's the reason why she rejected me? I asked myself. That's the most ridiculous thing that I ever heard as an excuse for rejecting someone. "Well, you do look like one and I hate vamps" she argued before rolling her beautiful eyes at me. I want to argue but she didn't give me the chance by walking away, leaving me astounded. "What the hell just happened?" Copyright © 2014-2024. Manila Philippines. All Rights reserved.

Because nobody knows about her, Ashley takes her brother's identity to take revenge on the people who caused her brother's death, while trying to understand the kind of life her brother's living every day. Her heart was filled with anger and hatred. She was willing to do anything, including changing her own "appearance" and sacrifice her own life as a woman. However, her plan for revenge is not as easy as one might think, because there is Jessica Huttington, who secretly disrupt her revenge plans. ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Content advisory: This story may contain scenes that are triggering for some readers. Descriptions are available in story details and within chapters where scenes occur. It may contain graphic descriptions and strong language and may be confronting and disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.