Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] Going to my friend sleepover definitely wasn't something I thought I wasn't going to regret...

𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲. 𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫-𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝-𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥. 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲. 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧. #1Humour - 05/1/2026 #1Lesbianfiction - 03/29/2026 #1Gayaf - 05/05/2026 #2Lesbianrommance - 04/12/20

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] shes the perfect dom for me.

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] I met two gorgeous dominate women. What a shame it was under terrible circumstances.

"I mean come on! I need to get you a birthday present but now that i found out so late, it's not gonna be anything amazing." "Pretty thing, all i need for my birthday is you." I cupped the side of her waist, pulling myself closer to her for a peck. "And this bed to fuck you on." I added in, her expression immediately switching to disbelief. - - - You'd never expect to fall in love with your kidnapper but that's what happened to Bella as she was kept hostage by one of the mafia members. Do you think their hearts will connect or will the mafia member, Ophelia, deny her feelings and live on with her dangerous life alone? Find out!

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] two dominate women... all for me?

Forsaking God to kiss someone you hate might not be a smart decision, but damn does it hurt good. ✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.* Judith was never supposed to fall in love- but she was never supposed to become a vampire either. It's her duty as a nun to stay pure of mind and body. If she is found out, she will be executed. When the woman she loves betrays her, Greta, the vampire who accidentally infected her, may be her only hope of surviving. The problem is, Judith can't stand Greta. -But she can't stay away from her either.

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

An art student trying to escape her past becomes tangled up with a ruthless Mafia lord. The stakes rise when feelings become involved. ****** Cade is an art student in Italy trying to escape the demons from her past. Angel Falcone is Sicily's most dangerous mob boss. With a heist that tangles their fates, Cade has no choice but to trust the ruthless Mafia lord - but what happens when love gets caught in the crossfire? [Companion Novel to the book Hunter's Alpha]