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Bridgette "Brie" Campbell is 25 years old, has long brunette hair that reaches the back of her shoulders. Her eyes are dark brown and has fair skin. She's born in Canada, her mom is a Filipina and her dad is Canadian. Her mom died before she graduated college while her dad is part of the Canadian Armed Forces. She also has an older brother who is a professional hockey player. Ever since her mother died, she had to be indpendent since both her dad and brother barely lives in their house. She decided to get a degree on business management to put up her own café. She's in total control of everything, until two bad girls showed up and ruined her peaceful life. Levi McKenzie is a freelance model. She spends most of her free time at Brie's café with different girls each day. She's arrogant and a certified player, Brie hates her because of that. Tori Sinclair is a tattoo artist. She goes to Brie's café every morning to start her day. She's rude and a total asshole. They met in the most terrible way possible and since then, Brie promised she'd never like her. What will happen if these two bad girls started to develop feelings towards her? Will she be able to take control of them too? Or they will bring down the almighty Bridgette?

Persephone is an isolated art prodigy. Eris is the future cartel princess. When the two rivals realize that joining forces is the best way to win a prestigious competition, their involvement soon extends beyond the paintbrush into something deadly. [a sapphic mafia romance] [complete] 🎨 #1 in artist - 8/28/20 🎨 🎨 #1 in sapphic - 1/30/24 🎨 [Editor's Choice September 2023] [@WattpadMulticultural Featured Stories] [@YARomance Top of the School | Wattpad's Picks] [@Wattpad Latine and Hispanic Writers]

Summer Ellington, a 19 year old angel. At least, that's what 23 year old Jade Moore tells herself when she meets the girl. Read on to find out more!

Willow Grey is 18 years old, sharp, attentive and intersex. Some see her as quiet and rude as her friends know the real Willow. She is determined and charming. Holly Anderson is 23 years old with a husband of two years and a new job as a teacher. Her life has always been this perfect story, making her parents and people around her admire her. But they both know there's something wrong...

"I am going to kiss you." Her husky voice reached my ears making me open my eyes to meet hers again. Do it. "No. I do-don't want you to." I lied as I tried to keep my rising heartbeat under control. I shouldn't kiss her. She chuckled darkly, a smirk spreading through her lips and she replied, "Don't lie, Ms White. We both know it's a lie." I yelped when she wrapped her right arm around my waist pulling me flush against her. I averted my eyes as I tried not to give in. It...this could only end in heartbreak. I shouldn't. "Look at me, Ms White." Her soft command made me whimper as I looked into her eyes. Her eyes didn't display any malice. Only care, need, admiration, and safety. Maybe...maybe she is worth the risk. "Kiss me." •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• River Jones is a lesbian & intersex woman who is hired as a bodyguard for Valentina White. A millionaire and an amputee who uses prosthetics for both her arms. She is traumatized by the incident causing her to become closed off. This is a story of Valentina opening herself up to River and their eventual love story with twists and turns.

"Crawl," Samantha's legs are spread wide, "Crawl to me." Her voice is sweet and low. The domme has her hands pressed on her muscular thighs as she waits for the submissive to make her move. Ophelia knows that Samantha will punish her if she doesn't move. She's kind of hoping that's what this night will turn into. With her ass red and sore from Samantha's hand. She slowly falls to the floor and crawls forward on her hands and knees. Ophelia feels her belly coil into nervous knots as she nears the domme. At the older woman's feet, she stops and looks up. "Good girl," Samantha says, nodding to herself. Ophelia sits up, spreading her knees apart. With her arms folded behind her back, she awaits further instruction. "Ophelia, my sweet girl, tonight..." a warm hand caresses her cheek. "You're going to sit on my face." The hand circles around her neck to bring her up so that her mouth is just over Samantha's. "And then I'm going to fuck you til you beg me for mercy." ON HIATUS {2024} Woman x Woman Light D/s scenes. Mature themes ahead.

Never Kiss Your Roommate is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. Falling in love with your roommate is never a good idea, but when Evelyn has to share a room with the mysterious and alluring Noelle, tension soon turns into a dangerous attraction. ***** Evelyn's new roommate doesn't exactly project a warm, welcoming vibe. Noelle is intimidating but impossible to resist. The electric tension between her and Noelle soon pushes Evelyn to do something she can't come back from - kissing her roommate. Everyone at Seven Hills, the most exclusive boarding school, knows that Unwritten Rule No. 1 is to never kiss your roommate. And it's not the only rule Evelyn is going to break with Noelle. Their recklessness fuels an anonymous gossip blog and revives a dangerous past - but maybe with the help of their misfit friends, love can beat all odds. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of sexual activity, violence and homophobia, and mentions rape and sexual coercion, which may be triggering for some readers.

I couldn't understand, what it was exactly... The pain.... Or The tightness of her hand around my throat... Or maybe the way she fucked me with her eyes because I felt my back arch at the same time my eyes rolling at the back of my head.. My arms that were wrapped around her neck tightened their hold around her making my stiletto nails dug into her skin as I pulled her closer. My toes against the floor curled, feeling myself slowly moving over the edge. Even though my lungs burned in need for air unlike my soul that drowned and burned in pure ecstasy and need. The want and need sipping into my soul made my head tilt back against the wall, letting her hand perfectly wrap around my throat. "Fuckkkk!" Grey cursed out loud My eyes blurred with my own tears feeling the pulsing between my legs growing more but I tightened my hold against her shoulders pulling her more to me making her bury her head in the crook of my neck. Her grip never once loosening... Her breaths were short, shaky and heavy against my ear and before I could process everything, her voice hoarse and strained pierced through my senses, "Let this be a little warning to you so that whenever you think of defying me," Grey paused.. "I want you to remember how your body is nothing without me. Let that stay in your thick skull of yours, slut but for now, have fun thinking of how my dick would have felt pulsing within your walls." ******* Wanna find out more, check out the book immediately you read this..

"Alekses, why are you doing this," Xhenia cried as she pulled on her chain. Why is she acting as if I'm not here? Alekses ignored her and continued working. "Answer me, Alekses!" Alekses once again ignored her. "Alekses, please answer me." With a sigh, Alekses pushed away from her desk and directed her view to the chained mouse. "What is it, Whiskers?" "I'm not a pet," Xhenia shouted. Alekses raised her eyebrows at Xhenia and began clearing the middle of her desk. When she was done, Alekses stood and walked over to her mouse. She looked down at her before she crouched and gripped her chin. "You're right. You're not just a pet. You're my pet."