*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's hand caught my chin. Then- Her lips crashed onto mine. My eyes snapped open. The cold sweetness of the nectar mingled with warmth - hers, mine, impossible to tell anymore. Her mouth coaxed mine open further, taking back what I had stolen. Slowly. Thoroughly. Not a rush. A reclamation. Her lips moved with such control it made my knees weaken. It wasn't just a kiss - it was a statement. You don't win against me. My body tensed, trapped between wall and woman - royalty and rebellion. Her fingers slowly slid from my jaw then to my throat, brushing the skin there like she owned it. Her other hand planted firmly beside my head, holding me there, commanding. I didn't resist. I couldn't. Every movement of her lips was deliberate - drawing out the flavor, the heat, the punishment. She didn't let a single drop escape. I melted into her kiss. Or maybe I burned. Her tongue flicked the roof of my mouth. She tasted the last hint of sweetness and didn't stop. I let out a muffled sound - somewhere between a gasp and a groan. She finally pulled back, barely an inch, breath grazing my lips. Her chest rose and fell against mine, both of us unsteady, caught in the aftermath. "You think you're clever," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes darkened in a way I'd never seen before. I blinked, still stunned, lips parted. "You're not," she said, lips brushing mine again - featherlight. Then she stepped away. Just like that. Back straight, chin high - as if nothing had just happened. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." Story Description: The Shadow Reaper - born of vengeance, trained to kill, untouched by mercy. Until she meets Princess Yasmin - beautiful, calculating, and dangerously in control. A cold-blooded assassin and a calculating princess collide in a battle of power, desire, and control-where every kiss is a challenge and surrender is the deadliest sin.

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 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.

A vampire who has given up on love at last have a shot at happiness? Can a woman with secrets of her own embrace, accept, and love the mysterious woman? ______ "What the fuck do you want!? Why did you push him away!?" I yelled at her. Of course, she didn't answer. As always. But this time I was NOT going to back down. Even if I knew she could easily kill me. But a part of me knew she would never do that. "Answer me! Why didn't you let him kiss me!? Who do you think you are!?" No answer. Though I did notice her taking a long breath, as if not to get angry. "Since you won't answer me! LISTEN! I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT! I CAN KISS WHOEVER I WANT! I CAN FUCK-' I was slammed against a wall with her hand around my throat and her eyes deep red, glaring at me. She growled loudly and angrily. "You. Are. Mine. Never. EVER. Say. That. Again." She said squeezing my neck every time she said a word, making sure I heard everything. I wanted to say something back. But her red eyes ensured that being sassy would not help me at all! Plus, with her hand around my neck...I am sure the only reason I am standing right now is her grip on my neck. I am sure if I said something I would only stutter and embarrass myself. "Understand?" Her eyes were daring me to say something other than a yes. And I wasn't going to take that dare. I nodded my head as fast as I could with her grip on me. "Words." "Y-y-yes..." I said. She smirked and whispered near my ear. "Good girl." ¶¶¶•••¶¶¶

"Do you love me?" She asked with her devious smile. "I don't know." I answered quietly. She walked closer to me causing me to back up. When my back hit the wall, I looked away from her. Her hand lifted my chin, forcing me to look at her. "Then why do you look at me like you want more hm?" She whispered in my ear sending chills throughout my body. Seraphine is in an arranged marriage. Sure it upset her, but when she met the guy, she thought maybe she could be happy with him. At least that's what she thought before she met his sister. (Going through editing process)