A heart that falters without reason. An illness no cure can touch. Behind it all lies a secret older than centuries, a bond spun from blood and fate. Vera, a gifted violinist, has lived her whole life with this fragile condition, never knowing her soul still carries the echo of a love torn apart. Selene, a vampire who has walked the night for ages, has searched endlessly for the one she lost-the bride stolen from her by those who condemned their forbidden vow. When their paths cross again, memory awakens, and the crimson thread between them pulls tighter. To heal the heart and reclaim their love, they must face the shadows of the past-and the enemies who would see them separated once more.

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.

*Lesbian smut* A painful breakup leads Ariana to a drunk and unexpected hook up. It feels like it's what she needs at the time, but things quickly take a turn for the worse when she realizes why she recognizes her one night stand. When the two of them are forced to work together, tempers flare, neither of them willing to admit to the simmering tension between them. As the line between hate and desire blurs, which one will win in the end?

The story is centered around a group of women who're trying to survive in a world quickly being consumed by a deadly virus unlike anything seen before. Infected males show an increase in primitive violent traits, engaging in brutal fights that leave the streets of Los Angeles littered with bodies. The infected women, on the other hand, become ravenous lesbians who feast on the orgasmic pleasures of intercourse with their fellow women.

In a world where vampires and werewolves are at war, love finds its way between two enemies. Jade, a cold and relentless vampire queen, once believed in peace across the world, but after her mate was taken from her during an attack, she vowed to do whatever she can to protect her kind as well as make sure that all werewolves die by her hand. Cassandra, a young but talented werewolf, wants to rise through the ranks and make a name for herself in order to get rid of the shame her brother brought towards her family name by becoming a traitor. What will happen when these two find out that they are mates? Will they accept their intertwined fate together, or will they continue their war? Warning: This will contain smut, violence, blood, and swearing.

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

Princess Yasmin caught my chin- and claimed my mouth. The taste of stolen sweetness dissolved into heat as she kissed me-slow, consuming, deliberate. Not hunger. Control. My breath faltered. Her fingers slid to my throat, light but owning, while her other hand caged me against the wall. I didn't move. Couldn't. She took her time-every press of her lips deeper, sharper, undoing me piece by piece. A broken sound slipped out before I could stop it. She pulled back just enough, her breath hot against mine, eyes dark with something dangerous. "You think you're clever," she murmured. Her lips brushed mine again-soft, taunting. "You're not." Then she stepped away, composed, untouchable. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." ❃❀✿❁✾✤ Princess Yasmin of Solmira-calm, powerful, and known for her striking beauty-is not someone people get close to. She's kind, but distant. In control. Untouchable. Until she saves the wrong person. Althena was supposed to be just another life spared-a stranger pulled from death and given a place within the palace. Instead, she becomes a disruption Yasmin can't ignore. Bold where she should be silent, fearless where she should bow, Althena challenges her... and flirts like she has nothing to lose. And for some reason... Yasmin lets her. What starts as tension turns into something deeper, something neither of them planned. But Althena isn't just a survivor. She has another identity. A darker purpose. And her presence in Solmira is anything but an accident. Now, with secrets growing and feelings getting harder to ignore, one thing becomes clear- Because when darkness finally meets the light... one of them might not make it out the same. #wlw #enemiestolovers #slowburn

A stranger to her own existence, Kayla moves to a small town with the hope of finding comfort in a fresh start. But as she steps inside the unfamiliar classroom on the first day, standing in front of the class is a mysteriously familiar face, one that rouses memories of a time she believed had gone by. With past baggage catching up in the most intrusive ways, she stumbles upon unexpected comfort of friendship, unconditional love of found family, and a beautiful yet complicated bond between two hesitant souls. "This book was like a warm hug, and I might believe in love again." "I would give everything, especially my soul, to have the opportunity to read this book for the first time again." ────── CW: Substance abuse, harsh language, sexual content, mention of self-harm and suicide. ────── Started in January 2018. Re-published in November 2022. First draft (this version) finished in April 2023. ────── Copyright 2018 © Renee Steinberg All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced, copied, translated, or republished in any form without the author's permission, except for brief quotations or reviews with proper credit.

"So if I say, you should bark like a dog, what are you gonna do, Stella." "Spit on your face." I lashed out. "You barked. Loud. Let's see how loudly that voice barks." She shifted the tiny screen of my hair to look into my eyes. The sly expression on her face belies her extreme lack of character. And how long will these days, months, and years be? "Bark!" She commanded. "Ugh...eugh!" I grunted. I then exhaled. If I didn't bark, I would have failed my father. Do I want to disappoint my father and have him declare bankruptcy, leaving me unable to live that life? No. So, with a timid slide of the dog, I bark. "Woof," I lowered my gaze to her charcoal gentleman shoes-nothing about her screamed gentleman or lady. "Bark louder than that, Stella." "I fucking hate you!" I swore under my breath. "Woof, woof!" "Again. Bark like a proud dog!" "Woof, woof!" "Good. Now, stick your tongue out." ************** Stella life was going haywire-with her father casino and hotel business on the fall. He did what any, father not wanting to be plunged in the wallow of being poor-sold his daughter-Arranged her to marriage, is better way to explained it. Stella, a free spirited and sassy girl, life is about to dragged up like a zip, when she was paired with none other than the high class, wealthy and jerk of a billionaire Mateo Allard.

"Kiss me," I whispered, the need dripping off of my soft voice a tangible weight in the air. Renata leaned closer, sending a jolt through my flushed body. But just before our lips could meet, she paused, her gaze holding mine captive, "You first," a challenge laced in her lowered voice. I drew in a deep breath when her hand pressed firmly against my back, curving my body closer to hers. "Me?" I echoed in surprised. A knowing smirk played on her lips, "If you want me to kiss you," she began, her voice a drawn-out whisper-tightening her grip around me and easily molding me to her body, "Then do it yourself." ♛ In a world of royal alliances and high-tech mergers, soon-to-be Queen Azura finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of sex scandals and murder when she forms an alliance with the headstrong Renata Rivera, the CEO of a powerful cyber security firm. As accusations fly and dark secrets emerge, Azura must navigate the endless waters of betrayal and deceit, unaware of what truths could lurk in the shadows. And with tensions rising and alliances shifting, Azura must quickly decide who to trust. But she quickly learns to never trust anyone, especially in a world built purely to destroy anyone who dares to enter it.