Intersex Stories

25 year old Y/N goes out to celebrate her birthday and meets a older fine women who may be a little to mature for her. After one night alone Y/N can't seem to let her go and fights to keep her attention.

Intern by choice...surgical legacy by blood

✠═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═✠ 𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ✠═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═✠ The line between justice and vengeance grows thin, when pain drives the hand that acts. Ellianna King was born alongside her brother Royce King II in 1913. She was supposed to stay hidden. Rosalie Hale was meant to be worshipped, by everyone but her. They were destined to meet. Destined to fall in love. But destiny is not kind. Love becomes pain. Pain becomes purpose. And purpose, in the end, becomes something ruthless. Rosalie Hale x G!P OC

The 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. Sometimes loud. Sometimes unbearable. Silence held secrets. Right now. Silence felt... Cold. Heavy-Too heavy. It held a sign. A sign of 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

Raven is the Alpha Empress everyone fears-cold, ruthless, and utterly in control. She rules with precision, her presence as sharp as her claws, and her heart... well, that's a closely guarded secret, wrapped in frost and mystery, a realm none dare enter. Faye, on the other hand, is a sunbeam in the snow-cute, cheerful, and mischievously playful. She's the Omega of the Snowfang Pack, and the little sister of the pack's Alpha, which means she gets away with far more than she probably should, leaving traces of warmth and laughter wherever she goes, her spirit bright enough to make even the harshest winter soften for a moment. When Faye's lighthearted antics accidentally disrupt Raven's perfectly ordered world, the Empress Alpha finds herself gritting her teeth more often than she'd like, feeling an unfamiliar flutter beneath her composed exterior. And Faye? She thinks Raven's icy glare is just another challenge to tease, a frozen puzzle to melt with her mischievous charm, her laughter, and the quiet pull of her radiant presence that seems to bend even the coldest rules.

Everyone knew the name Charlotte Evangeline Kingsley. The Kingsley heiress. Beautiful. Powerful. Untouchable. Born into one of the most influential families in the country, Charlotte grew up surrounded by unconditional love. As an intersex woman, she was never treated as anything less than cherished by the people who mattered most. Her family accepted her completely, loving her with all their hearts. But the world outside her home was not always as kind. Years ago, Charlotte fell in love for the first time. She gave someone her trust. Her heart. Her future. Then the woman she loved discovered the truth about her. And left. Just like that. Since then, Charlotte built walls no one could climb. The warm, hopeful girl she once was disappeared behind a cold smile and an untouchable reputation. She convinced herself that love was a risk she would never take again. Then she met Ariya Varee Chantarat. A woman made of sunshine and stubborn hope. A woman who smiled too much, cared too deeply, and somehow saw through every wall Charlotte built around herself. When a mysterious red thread begins appearing in their lives, drawing them together again and again, Charlotte fights against it with everything she has. Because fate is one thing. Love is another. And Charlotte Evangeline Kingsley knows exactly how much a broken heart can hurt. But as Ariya slowly unravels the fears Charlotte has hidden for years, both women begin to discover that some people are worth trusting, some wounds are meant to heal, and some connections are written into the stars long before two hearts ever meet. After all, the red thread tying them together was never meant to break. And this time, Charlotte may finally find someone who chooses all of her. Not despite the truth. But because of it. Red Thread is a heartwarming GL romance about destiny, healing, acceptance, family, and a love strong enough to overcome the past. Written by fate, chosen by love.

The flight stewardess Love switch soul with her #1 enemy Captain Milk Vosbein who keeps on flirting with her for a year and she finds it annoying

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

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Autumn Sirilak "Lingling" Kwong is quiet, brilliant, and breathtakingly beautiful-a girl who grows life from the soil and keeps her heart close. Kornnaphat Isabella "Orm" Sethratanapong is chaos in heels: spoiled, snobby, and used to getting everything she wants. When a scandal lands Orm on her family's sprawling farmland, she meets Lingling-the girl she can't stand, yet can't ignore. Days of banter, mud, and stubborn clashes turn into something neither expected... Can a girl of the soil and a girl of luxury survive the clash of their worlds? Or will the earth itself swallow their hearts before love has a chance to bloom? ------LINGORM FANFIC #HARVESTING HEARTS

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

One hides her pain behind loud music and late nights. The other hides her loneliness behind fake smiles and endless flings. A bar girl who has spent her whole life surviving in a cruel world... and a reckless playgirl who never believed in love.What starts with teasing, fights, and attraction slowly turns into something deeper-something terrifyingly real. But when dark pasts, secrets, and emotional scars begin to surface, will they heal each other... or destroy each other completely? A story filled with passion, heartbreak, chaos, and a love neither of them ever saw coming.✨ . . . . . . it's beckfreen 🎀

Reincarnation is a cosmic lottery, and this time I've won a medieval village, a twin brother who collects other people's undergarments as though they were sacred relics, and a newborn's body that collapses if I use more than 5% of my own power. Brilliant. Splendid. Marvellous. Well. I have been an empress, a cultivator, a goddess, a dragon, and at least three things that have no name in any civilised tongue. I have governed sects, empires, and at least one dimension that would rather not be mentioned. I have survived wars, apocalypses, and cultivation masters who considered suicide missions a perfectly sound pedagogical method. My plan, then, is simple: pretend to be a normal child, drink my tea in peace, and refrain from destroying anything of structural importance. Eos, my intelligent system, puts the probability of that working out at 12%. She's being optimistic.

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Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel. #1 in older women- 4th May.

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

Freen is the Prime Minister's daughter, fearless, chaotic, spoiled, and never serious about anyone. her heart? Untouched. Waiting. Becky is a village girl, introvert, shy, invisible to the world, too kind for her own good. She's never known what it feels like to be someone's priority. One wrong turn. One glance and the most fearless girl in Thailand finally found the one person who made her knees weak. But love isn't free when one comes from a mansion and the other from a mud house. "Live here. No money. No privilege. 6 months. Prove it or lose her forever." Can a spoiled city girl survive farming, village rules, and a father who wants her gone? Can a shy village girl learn to speak up when someone finally gives her a reason to?

Ian's pov *sigh* life is full of adventures, I had a beautiful family, where I used to live with my parents and siblings. I'm the youngest one among the siblings, they all pampers me so much But one day my parents told me I was a part of one of the biggest mafia family in our country and I had to return to them. Since then my life becomes a mess Ian : yes I do "Now I announce you both husband and husband" *everyone starts clapping and cheering for the newly wed couple* "you may kiss your husband" The dangerously hansome man look into my eyes, took my both hands on his and kiss me on the lips "we wish the newly wed couple a very happy married life". Yes I'm married, and my husband is non other than Alberto Romanov, the future leader of Romanov Empire Alberto Romanov: listen I don't love you, this was a forced marriage so don't hope for too much expectations How is Ian going to survive in his adventures life? read to know more hope everyone will like it this is my first ever story that I'm writing on Wattpad

5:30 AM. Breakfast. Lunch packed. Laundry. Dishes. Designs for women who get to leave the house. Dinner by six. Every. Single. Day. Liora Bennett used to be a name in fashion. Now she's a routine, one her wife built for her, brick by brick, disguised as love. Victoria Hale doesn't hit her. Victoria just needs to know where she is. Who's looking at her. Why she'd ever want to leave a house this beautiful, a life this provided for. Liora tells herself it's fine. She defends her wife even when no one's asking her to. Even after the night she almost lost their baby alone bleeding, terrified, driving herself to the hospital while Victoria slept two doors down and didn't wake up. She's still telling herself it's fine. Until Victoria's boss sees her across a crowded mall. Valentina Ashcroft doesn't smile. Doesn't laugh. Runs half the city and buries the other half when they get in her way. Nobody's ever seen her soften for anything. Until now. Liora built her whole life around staying small enough not to be noticed. She's about to find out what happens when the most dangerous woman in the city notices her anyway. Some cages are made of silk. They're still cages.