Dating A Libra
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"It's like . . . you know how at the end of summer camp or college everyone packs all their stuff up and drives off before you so they can go home and reunite with family, and the whole camp is empty and you're standing in the middle of your vacant dorm because your ride isn't here yet?" ". . . Yeah?" "It's like that. Immortality is being left behind at camp alone, and you don't know why." She couldn't remember her name. Didn't really matter, plenty of substitutes available. They almost numbered the amount of years she'd been in this world. Luckily for her, there was one reason she was still here, and as soon as she figured out what the hell it was she could fix it and move on. He remembered her. And what she looked like, how she took her coffee, everything. He couldn't get her out of his head. She was his muse, a glimpse into the impossible where he may finally have something to write about. But what happens when inspiration turns into love, especially with someone who is unable to reciprocate it? Does tragedy or intimacy await them? What is destiny, really?
The Princess's Transformation
The Princess struggles to keep up appearances as the changes between her legs grow more intense. Is this something beautiful? [All characters are adults.]Complete
THE DAY I MET HER ( INTERSEX GXG )
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Living with a Sex Demon
When you move planets because you realize your fiance isn't who you thought he was, things get a little spicy. Let's face the facts, you knew he was a douche, you just didn't want to be alone. Surprisingly, you are able to buy a house on this new alien planet without so much as a credit score. Odd, but you need somewhere to live and won't kick a gifted horse in the mouth. It doesn't take long for things to get interesting once you walk through the doors for the first time. Invisible touches, scorching lips, rumbling growls, and blinding orgasms cement your decision to stay far away from your ex. But possessive supernaturals never give up on things they believe to be their property.
My lovely Vampire (GxG)
Alana was once a normal 19 year old girl trying to make her way through a hard and lonley life when shes ripped from what she knew and shoved into a dangrous life filled with vampires and a terrifing mate who dosent know how to be gentil. Will she be able to love what she truly dosent know? -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- IT IS A LESBIAN STORY, IF YOU DONT LIKE DONT READ Also this will be cringy and poorly writen so beware, but please injoy it for what it is. This story is being edited. *Contains content thats not suitable for all veiwers* -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Rankings #1 in mistress #1 in gxg #2 in girlxgirl #97 in mates #107 in lesbian #46 in vampire #13 in tragedy #34 in slave #242 in love #11 in abusiveComplete
True Love
June thought her world and her circle were complete. Until one day she learns life is never tied up in a pretty little bow. Sometimes family and love come from the most unexpected people and places.Complete
"It's like . . . you know how at the end of summer camp or college everyone packs all their stuff up and drives off before you so they can go home and reunite with family, and the whole camp is empty and you're standing in the middle of your vacant dorm because your ride isn't here yet?" ". . . Yeah?" "It's like that. Immortality is being left behind at camp alone, and you don't know why." She couldn't remember her name. Didn't really matter, plenty of substitutes available. They almost numbered the amount of years she'd been in this world. Luckily for her, there was one reason she was still here, and as soon as she figured out what the hell it was she could fix it and move on. He remembered her. And what she looked like, how she took her coffee, everything. He couldn't get her out of his head. She was his muse, a glimpse into the impossible where he may finally have something to write about. But what happens when inspiration turns into love, especially with someone who is unable to reciprocate it? Does tragedy or intimacy await them? What is destiny, really?
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