Rayne, her whole pack hates her, everyday she has to deal with them hoping and praying to the moon goddess that her mate comes and saves her. Hayden, she is the alpha of her pack, she is heartless, she doesn't care about mates but that is until she meets her. GxG (intersex)

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.

This story contains graphic depictions of Violence, Mature themes, and Self Harm. They broke up, but neither truly let go. Wednesday keeps her distance, Enid tries to move on, and yet every glance, every accidental brush, reminds them of what they lost. Love doesn't always vanish-it lingers quietly, between shadows and sunlight.

Independent one-shots exploring the bond between Wednesday and Enid - a clash of worlds that somehow fits together perfectly. Mostly fluff, but sometimes the vibes get a little heavier (smut) - I'll always add a warning at the start if that's the case.

Omegas are weak and submissive, it's in their blood to be, but not her. Isa Durand is far from that despite being born an omega, but that doesn't stop people for undermining her for being the lowest rank in the pack. But she uses that to her advantage to get revenge on the ones who dare hurt her. After all, who's going to blame an omega when someone trips down the stairs and break their neck? When the breaks to the car stop working and the people crash and die? Or when poison somehow manages to be slip in somebody's food? You know who? No one. Isa wears the mask of a weak and submissive omega to perfection. She's a wolf in sheep's clothing and loves it. Nothing can hurt her. Not even a rejection from her Alpha's son nor a second chance mate who happens to be the mad king of werewolf kind.

when a girl from this world dies and meets God and God gave her second chance to live in her favorite tv show....

Sequel to The Wolf Inside Me.

Dylan Avery hasn't met her wolf yet and no one knows why. Unlike her brother and best friend who have both shifted. Dylan has always felt on the outside like she was different than everyone else. To top it all off since she hasn't met her wolf yet she also won't know if she's met her mate. Dylan is desperate to meet her wolf and would do anything for a chance to feel normal. This story contains a main character that is intersex. There will also be quite a bit of explicit content throughout the story. Chapters will vary in length. Word Count: 154531 Feel free to follow me for updates. Comments are welcome. #1 in gxgxgxg February 2024 #1 in Futanari March 8, 2024 #1 in Futa March 18, 2024

Selene was never meant to want. Never meant to feel. Never meant to be anything other than Unit 03-a warforged creation of the empire, designed for battle, obedience, and silence. Her hands were built to wield swords, not to tremble. Her mind was trained to follow orders, not to question them. She was supposed to be perfect. She was supposed to follow without hesitation. And yet-for the first time, she hesitates. It should mean nothing. It should be forgotten. Yet, it lingers-the name Selene, given to her by a rogue sorceress named Nyx. A name should not hold power. It should not change anything. But the more she tries to reject it, the more it refuses to fade. It lingers in the quiet moments. In the spaces between commands. In the shadows of forgotten memories that refuse to be erased. And suddenly, for the first time in her existence, she begins to wonder. If she is not Unit 03, then who is she? If she is Selene, then what does that mean? And if she chooses to fight for herself, instead of for the empire-will she lose everything she has ever known? War looms. Betrayal festers beneath gilded loyalty. But Selene's greatest battle will not be fought with her blades. It will be fought within herself. Because this war is not just one of blood and steel. It is a war against the identity they stole from her. A war against the truth that terrifies her the most. A war against herself. And if she loses-Then she was never meant to be Selene at all.