Intersex Stories

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. Hasn't looked away since. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. Neither of them is sorry. #1 in spoiled.(26/02/07)

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.

Set in wartime Germany, this Jojo Rabbit fanfiction follows Y/N Y/L/N, a former military captain forced to trade the battlefield for the classroom due to nerve damage in her arm. Teaching at a local military school, she crosses paths with Jojo Betzler, a spirited boy with a vivid imagination-and his equally headstrong mother, Rosie. After a hospital visit for Jojo takes a dramatic turn, tensions explode when Rosie publicly confronts Y/N, leaving both women questioning their first impressions. Despite their rocky start, chance meetings soon reveal the cracks in their guarded exteriors. Through witty exchanges, poignant moments, and the music that carries them through the chaos, Y/N and Rosie discover an unexpected connection that neither saw coming. Accompanied by Cebrus, Y/N's loyal military dog missing a leg but not his bravery, this story is filled with flirtation, heartache, and the tender light that breaks through even the darkest times. When love blossoms in the shadow of war, can it survive the world threatening to tear it apart? G!P Reader

Peace: the thing all search and fight for. It lasts for a while but inevitably crumbles to dust. So when an allied empire to the queendom of Solor requests help, it is only fitting for them to send one of the best. A special knight. But what if this knight gets more than what was promised? How will the responsibilities and other obligations be balanced? How will the truth be revealed? (G!P because I write GxG but needed heirs to keep the sequels happening so don't read if you don't like, the rest of the series can be read without this book somewhat fine, only will make "humanity's hubris" a bit confusing at the start.) -------------------------------------------------- Books in this series: Cryptic 1st book - Elementals - Completed 1st book other pov - Eyes Of Void - Completed 2nd book - Dragon's Legacy - Completed 2.5th book (same world, other place/characters) - Silent Flight - Completed 3rd book - The Shadow Knight - Completed 3.5th book (takes place between 'shadow knight' and 'spark from before') - Humanity's Hubris - Hiatus/being written 4th book (written after the 5th but fits here in the timeline for 4th) - "Just a crow" - Hiatus/being written 5th book - A Spark From Before - Completed 6th book - ??? - Draft -------------------------------------- I HAVE NO MONEY!!! Stop offering me to draw me comics of my stuff, I cannot pay you... Tell me if it is free fanart because you want to draw my stuff and be included, if not that and money mentioned, I WILL mute you bc I ain't paying.

A coming-of-age romance filled with Friday night lights, late-night heart-to-hearts, and the kind of slow-burn tension that'll keep you flipping pages long after the milkshakes melt.

I was only 6 when my escape pod separated me from my family. And before I knew it I was crash landing in Hells Planet aka Earth. That's what the humans call it. But to us Aliens it's an evil place no one should ever enter. A nightmare, evil bedtime story. But to my surprise the life forms that took me in and protect me are kind. And I'm happy to call them my family. As the years went by I had to get used to Earthlings and their society. They are far different from mine at home. And I thought me being an alien was the only thing that made me different... I was oh so very wrong.

(Jennie) On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But you'll always be my hero Even though you've lost your mind Book 2 of Her 💔 L-I-E-S❣️ This is a (JenLisa💓 a G!P Story) if you're not comfortable please leave at once. J💓L version adaptation

✠═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═✠ 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

"Two loves. One heart. Who will she choose?" --------------- She's the playgirl everyone warns you about. She's the Student Council President everyone looks up to. And together, they're a disaster waiting to happen. Rogue Xerxes Kwong-brilliant, gorgeous, and unstoppable-can have any girl she wants. But the only one she craves is the one who refuses her at every turn: Keiran Danelle Sethratanapong, Sternberg University's cold and snobby queen. For a year, Rogue confessed, courted, and fought for Keiran's heart... only to be rejected again and again. Until one day, Keiran finally whispers the word Rogue has been dying to hear-yes. But just as Rogue believes she's won, Keiran's past comes crashing back in the form of Ryeon Xyrus, her first love who suddenly returns. Now, Keiran must choose between the boy who left and the girl who never did. #lingorm Fanfic

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

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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?

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)

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.

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.

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

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After living in poverty for most of her life, Rosalind McDaniels accomplished her dreams of success when she became a doctor, she then continued to live her life until it was tragically cut short. When she awoke, she discover that she was reborn in A Song of Ice and Fire, years before the Dance of Dragons and was know as the never-before-existing daughter of King Viserys I Taragaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, Princess Lilyanna Targaryen. Or The story of how a modern woman must work her hardest to save the House of the Dragon from itself and all others that mean to do it harm. ⚠️G!P⚠️ *Disclaimer* I DO NOT OWN ANY THING ASSOCIATED WITH A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R. MARTIN

Zaire also known as "Ghost or Lady" is a known past drug dealer in the City of New York. Her and her brother, Jabez has been running their own drug game with long time friends since she was sixteen once it was passed down by their father. After seven years, Zaire is released from prison In Boston and no longer have the want to be in the drug game any more- none of them do. So aside from being on probation she tries to switch and change her life around for the better. Change means new job and clean money. Shannon Harwick, a billionaire lawyer and business owner who spent more of her life working hard to get where she is. She lives a perfect life as some would see in their eyes. A beautiful husband and son who loves her and she loves back but behind closed doors things are rocky between the two. What happens one day when Zaire ends up applying for her law firm business and eventually gets hired? What happens when a stuck up or as some would say a "boujee" woman perspective changes on Zaire? What happens when Zaire let their guard down for once? Read and see how the two deal with cheating, embarrassment, hurt, happiness, and money. See how they understand the true real meaning of the four letter word... LOVE.

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.