Femme Stories

Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most visible success story: a fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation polished to perfection. From the outside, everything about her reads as control. However, beneath the structure, Soleil is volatile. Petty. Bratty. Childish. Defiant in ways that don't belong in the world she dominates, and far less interested in discipline than she is in breaking it. Her world works because people adjust around her. Until someone doesn't. When her father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to tolerate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply rooted in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through sanctuaries and society with quiet certainty, guided by devotion, restraint, and something far more rigid than faith. Willow does not bend. She observes. She corrects. She endures. And when she cannot control something, she destroys it. They do not understand each other. They do not want to. Because Soleil doesn't respect boundaries. And Willow doesn't forgive trespass. They were never meant to share a house. But in a city that thrives on performance, the difference between discipline and repression begins to blur...the line between temptation and control becomes dangerously easy to cross.

The first chapter is inspired by the song "drop dead" by Olivia Rodrigo. Pressed up in the bathroom line and all that... I don't know the whole story yet but the last chapter will be a happy end and want to write at least five chapters. I saw a tiktok of them and had this idea but you can picture Eteri with any woman you like :) Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. The characters portrayed in this story are inspired by real individuals; however, the events and interactions depicted are entirely fictional and should not be interpreted as representative of the actual lives or experiences of these individuals. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only and is not meant to offend or misrepresent anyone involved.

Amalie is everything people trust-soft-spoken, beautiful, controlled. Raven is everything people avoid-sharp, defiant, untouchable. Their first meeting should've been nothing. But Raven doesn't walk away. And Amalie doesn't let her. What starts as irritation turns into tension... then something deeper, quieter, and far more dangerous-because Raven isn't being forced to give in. She's starting to want to.

Sophia Mason has never been good at letting things go. Especially not people. And when it comes to Veronica Taylor, her teacher, it's even worse... What started as simple curiosity quickly turns into something deeper... something dangerous. Because Sophia doesn't just look. She observes. She learns. She waits. And she sees things no one else does. The cracks. The doubts. The exact moment Veronica stops resisting. But there are lines that shouldn't be crossed. Lines that, once erased, never come back. And Sophia has already decided she won't stop. Because when someone truly sees you... it's already too late to escape.

Random oneshots that i haven't taken seriously or finished fully. Im open to any requests or ideas!

Even The Moon Lies

Salut à toutes mes abonnées Écoutez-moi bien car ce que je vais vous dire aucun homme ne vous le dira en face On a une fierté à tenir mais ce soir je brise le code pour vous Si vous voulez que votre mari soit un agneau devant vous commencez par être une lionne sous les draps

Elowyn Gray likes her world quiet, predictable, and safe. As an autistic young woman who builds her life around routine, she's never expected-or wanted-anything to change. But when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO Ms. Monroe sends a flicker through her carefully guarded calm, Elowyn finds herself crossing paths with the woman again and again. Warmth becomes confusion. Distance becomes awareness. And every accidental brush of hands sends an unfamiliar thrill through her, making her unsure if she should explore it a little further... or run away completely.

Pensrikylie 2025

Do you just need a little love? Maddy Perez. HBO's Euphoria. COVER BY DANCEFEVERS.

THE TALE OF QUEEN NYANG - STORY DESCRIPTION In the royal palace of Goryeo, where power controls everything and love is forbidden, a poor village girl named Nyang enters the palace as a simple maid. She is quiet, strong, and different from the others who are easily broken by palace life. Her life changes when she unexpectedly catches the attention of King Wangyu, a young ruler who lives under strict control of the powerful Queen Dowager Shunyung and the dangerous palace politics around him. What begins as silent curiosity slowly grows into a forbidden bond between a king and a maid. But in the palace, love is not safe. Betrayal, jealousy, and power struggles rise as Queen Min, corrupt officials, and hidden enemies try to destroy Nyang before she rises too high. As Nyang survives lies, punishment, and separation, her strength grows beyond what anyone expected. From a powerless maid... she begins a journey that will challenge the throne itself. A story of forbidden love, betrayal, survival, and destiny-where a maid may one day become Queen.

The world knew them by their titles, their legacies, and the heavy weight of the gold they were born to carry. ​In London, Brittany Kent was the "Golden Girl" of a ducal house-a sharp-witted prosecutor who believed the law could fix a broken world until the world broke her first. In Manila, Alex Ruiz-Mallorca was the "Rogue Heiress"-the first-born shield of a family empire built on equal parts luxury and shadows, a woman destined to trade her conscience for a seat at a blood-stained table. ​But on a small, salt-sprayed island in the Pacific, they were nothing more than two women hiding from the lives they were forced to lead. ​One came to Siargao to forget a courtroom defeat that cost her her soul. The other came to catch a final breath of air before the darkness of her family's "legacy" pulled her under for good. Between the rhythm of the tides and the flicker of neon jungle parties, they found a space where they didn't have to be icons-they could just be. ​However, the world doesn't let go of names like Kent and Ruiz-Mallorca so easily. As a month of stolen moments spirals into a choice between love and legacy, they must decide: can you truly stay a stranger when your heart has already memorized the way home? ​From the boardrooms of London to the raw beauty of Cloud 9, this is a story of salt, silk, and the cost of being free.

L'argent peut-il changer une personne ? La faire basculer du côté obscur? L'argent peut-il rendre fou?

This is not my book, read offline, do not like, may be taken down. All rights reserved for the original owner. Robert Greene Thousands of years ago, power was mostly gained through physical violence and maintained with brute strength. There was little need for subtlety-a king or emperor had to be merciless. Only a select few had power, but no one suffered under this scheme of things more than women. They had no way to compete, no weapon at their disposal that could make a man do what they wanted-politically, socially, or even in the home. Of course men had one weakness: their insatiable desire for sex. A woman could always toy with this desire, but once she gave in to sex the man was back in control; and if she withheld sex, he could simply look elsewhere-or exert force. What good was a power that was so temporary and frail? Yet women had no choice but to submit to this condition. There were some, though, whose hunger for power was too great, and who, over the years, through much cleverness and creativity, invented a way of turning the dynamic around, creating a more lasting and effective form of power

I love thinking about women or bio-females in the binary and non-binary space ~ Random thoughts, lyrics, and a place for random queer floetries to live. ::: This Books has ALOT of Queer Smut and is intended for readers 18+ :::

Read through this book to expirence a variety of my original characters and their relationships with TFP & TFRID characters. I will not do requests (At least not yet) And I will possibly do Lemon (But usually fluff or Lime)

Everyone knows of the Terror Twins, I mean who hasn't? That would be Kayn, also known as (Not yet decided). She was born Cybertronian, back before the war she had been close with the twins. When war broke out, the front liners were quick to come to aid for battle, but because of this it put a target on not only their backs, but also Kayn's. She had fought for so long against the Decepticons that had held her captive, that when she finally got free, her trust and kind heart had vanished. When she finally meet's the twins again, will they recognize her? Or will they forget just like everyone else had?

(𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎.) °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l° "𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐢𝐧." °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l° 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l° (a story of the past - summer of 92'.) (female!oc x young leo.) (© ZAHWUH .•°*"˜ )

Taylor and Jada have a love for each other like no other. After confessing their love for each other they never made anything happen. Now they are both off to college and hardly speak. Will these two find their way back to each other, or will they loose their Grip? •Sequel to Her•

this is my Fnaf A.U so don't associate it with the original timeline in the game a young journalist named Fayne is investigating a case at a pizza restaurant named Freddy Fazbear Pizzaria, when he investigates the restaurant he finds a deck that leads him to a dragon named Dragreder and a war, Can he find the secret behind the restaurant and end the war in miror world ? Note : all picture,gift,frenchise is not mine. Five Night at Freddy's owned by Scoot Chawthon, Kamen Rider Ryuki owned by Toei company if there is an error in this story, especially in the fnaf element, I apologize