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"You are not a god to judge, you are not a father to punish." Committing a crime in King Gustaf's Kingdom is a crime. The love volume about love, rights and justice. "The Miss Thailand MC Pang will have to face demons from her past in Sakhon Nakhon. She wants to be their Bride. Lady Queen Narak is a landlady in a lucky escape from death in Thailand the former MC who never became a famous singer and had near death experience will meet her once more, her promise to Ban Toya. She left her family mansion and her private school life abandoning her spies school seeking a new juicy life in erotic exposure to local Lords to claim a throne of a love in England. When her Spaniard Tom Powers saves her she opens on a side job her cannabis plantation tents to the love bungalow for her tired men can seek love and compassion. She has a passion for returning prisoners and duty to serve them in her love affair bringing our heroes Rento Olympo, Igno Bazuka and Ban Toya." It was her love tale she wrote working in Oxfordshire Brothel. She met her lesbian partner from Poland who is journalist from Poland Krakow. She decided to have her writing skills of school teacher enhanced from a true research analysis she provides for her lovedrama projects and De Volkspark Journal in Enschede.

A group of tabletop RPG nerds are transported to a fantasy world of swords and sorcery. Their task: Clear the land of an evil corruption known as the Taint by killing Tainted monsters, absorbing their corruption, and using it to level up. But in this world, the monsters aren't merely trying to kill you, they're trying to rape you and fill you with their Tainted seed. And to make matters worse our noble heroes wake up, only to find themselves in alluring new female bodies… Our unfortunate heroines are forced to survive in a strange new world crawling with brutal rape monsters around every corner. Will they learn to adapt and thrive in their new home? Or will they be reduced to mindless broken cumdumps by the endless hordes of horny, sadistic creatures roaming these cursed lands? Sexual Content Warning: 18+ Contains explicit sex, sexual violence, smut in nearly every chapter. Has scenes of rape, sexual slavery, hard bdsm, sadomasochism. Scenes can get pretty dark and graphic. Contains heterosexual and lesbian pairings, but no male on male content. Non-sexual Content Warning: Contains lighthearted moments of comedy, bits of slice of life, character development, and worldbuilding. There is an actual story here, mixed in with all the smut. Trigger Warning: Rape. Violent Monster Rape. Seriously. Lots of it.

Laps of Betrayal In the high-gloss shadows of Chicago’s fashion elite, Tessy Collins owns the runway, legs for days, a smile that seduces sin, and a closet full of secrets she’ll never confess. But behind every strut in stilettos is a storm she can’t quite walk away from. Tessy isn't just beautiful. She’s dangerous. She knows it. She likes it. She beds men like she changes lipstick quick, messy, and without apology. But when she crosses the line with David, her best friend Kiesha’s long-term man, things spiral from sexy to savage really quick. What started as a power trip turns into a gut-wrenching betrayal. And when the smoke clears, friendships shatter, hearts bleed, and loyalty get buried under lust. Kiesha isn’t just the girl next door. She’s the girl who held Tessy’s hair at 3 a.m., who knew her pain and loved her anyway. But even she has a breaking point. And when Kiesha finds comfort in Tessy’s first and only real love, Ronnie the one Tessy never got over karma hits like a slap in silk gloves. From fashion shows to hospital beds, bedroom whispers to graveside confessions, Laps of Betrayal is a fierce, soul-burning story of desire, damage, and the women who dare to live out loud. It’s about loving the wrong people, crossing sacred lines, and discovering who you are when there’s nothing left to hide behind. Tessy was never looking for redemption. But fate has a wicked way of undressing you in front of your truth.

A reunion of old friends turns into a drunken plea for help as a suddenly homeless and helpless Sarah begs for shelter, and says she will do anything....which leads to the signing of a strange contract. Genre: Romance | Lesbian Fiction | UPDATE: Early release chapters on Patreon. EBook: https://a.co/d/04fe0ssb Patreon: https://patreon.com/NightKitten

Book 1of the Rainbow Sisters Series Reese Laurier is the eldest of the seven Laurier sisters—and not just in name. At only eighteen, she's already the official CEO of their father's company, juggling board meetings, business proposals, and her sisters’ daily chaos with military precision and an eye-roll always at the ready. She thrives on control, order, and excellence. Feelings? Flirting? Boys? Absolutely not on the agenda. So when the first day of school ends with her accidentally kissing Raiden Whitlock—the arrogant, insufferable younger brother of her ex—it’s not just an embarrassing mishap. It’s a full-blown PR disaster. At least in her mind. What follows is a comedic spiral of sharp-tongued arguments, tension-filled encounters, and unwanted attention from a boy who seems to enjoy pressing all her buttons—and maybe something else too. Raiden’s persistent teasing starts to chip at Reese’s icy resolve, and worst of all… her heart might be starting to glitch. She’s built for boardrooms, not butterflies. And yet… Cherry-red lipstick, stolen glances, and locker-side threats later—Reese might be losing control of more than just her schedule.

I never planned to fall. Not in love. Not again. Not after Siyabonga. When I walked into Imbeka Secondary School on my first day of Grade 8, I had already made up my mind: no boys, no drama, no heartbreak. I told myself I was done with childish love — and maybe even boys altogether. I believed I was a lesbian. I chose peace. I chose myself. Then I met Snothando. Then I met Promise. And through them… I met him. But this is not his story. This is mine. The story of the girl who laughed louder than her pain. The one who stayed… When love walked away.

[ Warning!!! Mature and Gore Content] An undisputed fan of the seinen genre, Ben inadvertently transmigrated into a game that turned out to be an eroge. In the body of Daemon, an antagonist destined to be humiliated and killed by the protagonist of this world, an arrogant, incestuous bastard. His future looked bleak when a glitchy system activated. [Ding—The Yandere Harem System has been successfully linked] [This system will help the host build a harem of hot Yanderes! What’s better than a group of girls ready to kill the host out of love?] "Huh? This system is a bit weird!?” [Target detected: Secondary heroine, Kara Geb Bentham Final objective: Turn a lesbian into a hetero Yandere Tip: Kara is a frustrated lesbian, on edge since her toys haven’t satisfied her in months. Prove to Kara that a dick is better than sex toys! Reward: ???] "WTF??” **** Additional tags: Romance, Academy, Harem, R18, Lemons, Dragons, Smut, Gore, MILF, Yanderes (from weak to strong), Spirit, Fairies, Angel, Demons, Elves, Action, Netori. No Yuri/No NTR PS: The romance is a bit slow; I plan to develop the relationships thoroughly. The female leads won’t be treated like Pokémon. 100 PS: 1 bonus chapter 200 PS: 3 bonus chapters 300 PS: 5 bonus chapters.

Many women dream of reincarnating into a romance novel after they die, and for Zoe this is not the case. She finds herself cast as the obsidian-haired villainess, Violet Treece, in a shitty romance novel she read while she was alive. Her main goal is to live past the age of 19, unlike the book, and not to torment the saintly, beautiful flame-haired protagonist, Rose Remington, in the process. Though something unexpected happened when she got to the academy and got near Rose, SHE IS FORCED TO BE A VILLAINESS NEAR ROSE AGAINST HER WILL. Even though these villainess incidents occur, Rose knows something is wrong, and romantic feelings emerge between Rose and Violet. How can two women who can't be together fall in love? ***WARNING*** This story has a sexual assault scene that may be uncomfortable for some readers. The scene is marked with three rows of dotted lines before and after the scene and a reminder at the beginning of the chapter in question. Please read at your discretion.*** Author note: Of all my works, this is probably the darkest. These novels were created from the terror of my own nightmares, and this story was more 'canon' to my nightmare and less 'fan-fiction' of my nightmare. I hope the story I wrote as a part of my personal healing journey may help others with similar scars. ***Feel free to reach out to me on Discord under the same pseudonym Tatt3d_Violet. I do request that there be no flirting in my DMs since I am very happily married. If you would like to talk lesbian smut or talk concept ideas about my works, my inbox is always open.***

**Book 2, though can be enjoyed without reading The Wilting Flowers first. Going into the book, know that Liz's soul is in Princess Vi, and Zoe has no recollection of her tragic life as Violet in the novel The Wilting Flowers. Princess Vi alludes to the first book only briefly and other than that it doesn't affect the story.** Zoe, after dying as Violet, goes into a state of Limbo with no recollection of her time as Violet, and according to her memories, she just died in an auto accident. She then goes to a strange world, Gaos, on a mission from a goddess for world peace. In this world, to use magic, one must utilize a specific feeling. However, feeling the opposite feeling could prove fatal. It doesn't take long for Zoe to find out that her biggest threat to her mission resides in the walls of the castle, where she quickly becomes the princess's concubine. The fate of the world, Gaos, rests on the shoulders of this imperfect woman, Zoe. Will she succumb to the pressure of the heavy role bestowed upon her? Read to find out! **WARNING** This story has a couple of sexual assault trigger scenes. There are warning messages at the beginning of those chapters, and dotted lines mark the beginning and end of the scenes. READ AT YOUR DISCRETION.*** ***Feel free to reach out to me on Discord under the same pseudonym Tatt3d_Violet. I do request that there be no flirting in my DMs since I am very happily married. If you would like to talk lesbian smut or talk concept ideas about my works, my inbox is always open.***

This story told through the lens of Ariela (Ari) Romo, a duke's daughter who learns she has healing magic. She is excited for this news, but doesn't realize that because of this she will be put in a forced engagement with the crown prince to serve as his own personal med-kit... AT AGE 8! Ariela spends the rest of her childhood preparing to become the perfect queen by day and preparing her escape at night. She plans a fake kidnapping right before her coming-of-age ceremony to trick the crown prince into thinking she was actually kidnapped. Thus, giving her more time so she can run the way she desires with the help of the high priest. She sheds her long hair and wears a glamour ring, changing her hair color, disguised as a male priest named Ari, healing commoners who can't afford healthcare. She stumbles upon a beautiful, dark-skinned succubus early in her journey, and feelings emerge between the two. This beautiful, dark succubus turns out to be the demon princess, Lysara Nocturae, and she and Ari come to an agreement. Ari would escort her safely back to Patala, her homeland and Ari would heal her people as needed while offering Ari asylum from the crown prince. Their journey is anything but smooth sailing with many hurdles getting in their way. ***Warning: This story has a close-call sexual assault scene that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Read at your own discretion*** ***Feel free to reach out to me on Discord under the same pseudonym Tatt3d_Violet. I do request that there be no flirting in my DMs since I am very happily married. If you would like to talk lesbian smut or talk concept ideas about my works, my inbox is always open.***

Her silky hair covered her eyes and I only saw her lips. That was so soft and smooth. She applied light peach coloured lipstick. That made her lips perfect...

"Kita akan bertemu seribu purnama lagi, Cintaku. Tapi tentu saja Kau akan menemukanku dalam raga yang berbeda, tunggu aku," begitulah suara jiwa cinta sejatinya. "Jika kita tidak bertemu dalam kurun waktu seribu purnama, maka Dewi Bulan telah mengubah takdir kita. Kau bebas memilih penggantiku di sisimu," serigala itu melanjutkan pesan terakhirnya yang cukup panjang. _______ "Rachel, I love you," Danique mendekatkan bibirnya ke wajah Rachel. Rachel membeku di tempat, ini seperti dejavu. Ia merasa seperti pernah mengalami kejadian ini sebelumnya. Berada di lift berdua bersama Danique dan lelaki itu mengajaknya berciuman. "TIDAK, INI CUMA MIMPI!" teriaknya. "Mimpi? Ini nyata, Sayang," Danique memundurkan badannya karena kaget oleh teriakan gadis itu. Benar-benar membingungkan, Rachel pernah mengalami ini tetapi di dunia mimpi. Ia terbangun waktu itu karena melihat sesuatu yang ganjil di dada lelaki itu. Rachel menggeleng dan memegang dahinya. "Mengapa, Sayang? Pusing?" ucap Danique dengan lembut. "Tidak, minggirlah," Rachel menggeser kakinya menghindari Danique. Lelaki itu berbahaya, mulutnya manis dan lembut tetapi isi otaknya tidak mungkin tidak berisi kebrengsekan. "Ada yang salah denganku?" Melihat tingkah Rachel, Danique semakin bingung. Baru kali ini Ia melihat Rachel pucat pasi, bibirnya memutih dan sangat ketara karena menggunakan lipstick yang tipis. "Tidak, hanya saja Kau berbulu," racau Rachel sembari masih memijit keningnya. "Hah, berbulu? Enak saja, aku tidak berbulu. Apakah Kau pernah melihatku melepas baju? Sini kuperlihatkan dada telanjangku," mendengar tuduhan Rachel, Danique mengotot. Danique melepas kancing jas hitamnya tetapi seketika dihentikan oleh Rachel. "Hei, mesum! Apa yang Kau lakukan? Hentikan!" Danique hanya tertawa, Ia pun mengikuti gadis itu keluar lift dengan sedikit lega. Sedangkan dalam hati Rachel, masih terpatri beberapa pertanyaan tentang kejadian di lift. Ia pernah mengalami itu dalam mimpinya, Ia masih ingat padahal sudah sembilan puluh lima tahun berlalu. Dalam mimpi tersebut, Rachel berteriak lantang karena menyadari apa yang Ia alami hanya mimpi. *** Mahaya Liliana 2 Juni 2022

Whoever said “you only live once” seriously deserves to be slapped… with a chair. Because that’s absolute bullshit. I would know—I died, after all. And instead of the eternal rest I was hoping for, I got yeeted into a fantasy world packed with oddball characters and multiple pantheons co-existing like it’s some cosmic sitcom. Oh, and did I mention I was handed a never-before-recorded bloodline and a Revered Gear… in the form of a scythe? Yeah. This sucks. Seriously, how is a lesbian, fallen angel vampire supposed to survive in a world that either wants to kill me… or sleep with me? My name’s Poppy. Read my misadventures as I stumble through different worlds, just trying to survive. **** Updates will be on Wednesday, Saturdays, and Sundays till further notice

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

“He died with my name on his lips... and her perfume on his chest.” Arianne thought death would end the betrayal. She was wrong. Her husband is gone — buried in silence, mourned in pain. But the scent of another woman lingers in his shirts. Her lipstick stains the cup Arianne drinks from. And her voice? It echoes in voicemails he never deleted. Every drawer hides a memory that doesn't belong to her. Every reflection shows a woman who lost a war she never knew she was fighting. As Arianne unravels the quiet infidelity that stole her marriage, grief twists into obsession. What begins as mourning becomes investigation. What begins as sorrow becomes vengeance. But what happens when the dead aren't done speaking? And what if she — the other woman — was more than just a mistake? She wasn’t just loved. She was chosen. This is not a love story. This is a haunting told from the side of the widow who refused to die with him.

Marysol looked up at the sky, dreaming of touching the stars. She lifted her palm to the moon and grasped it. The moon was so small, so delicate, and so beautiful. Her eyes were stuck on the holes of the moon. Lifting her lips, she kissed the large craters and left her lipstick stuck to them. She smiled, wishing she could reach a little farther…Her fingertips, as light as porous rocks, reached towards the sky. However, she could not reach. She knew perhaps she would never reach. But it was enough to dream, right? Dreaming would only be enough…enough until she realized that people had already been to the moon before.

【Ding! Beast Mode system binding successful!】 【“Ding! Main Mission: Master of the House; As an upstart son-in-law, you should turn the tables and show your mother-in-law's family what it means to invite a wolf into the house.”】 In a daze, an interface floated in front of Xu Bin's computer, with multiple side quests displayed. These included a voluptuous and sexy mother-in-law, a tall and seductive sister-in-law, a loli sister-in-law with massive tits, and several hidden side quests that were not yet visible. Tags: Harem, Mother-Daughter, Erotic Novel, Sister in laws, MILF, Housewife, Loli , Yandere, Lesbian Daily update: 1 Chapter *Hiatus until contract signed*

-(Book 1 of The Sin series) [Standalones) Dark Sapphic Bully Romance - Glyndon Walton: The Waltons, my family, are on top of the world, and very conservative. I’m a good girl who goes to church every Sunday to confess my sins. I’m loyal to my boyfriend aka my future husband. + Katherine Andrews: Since the rumor about me being a lesbian was spread around school, Glyndon and her group never stopped bullying me at school. I just had to bear the bullying a little longer, But I couldn’t… I needed to break her, to hurt her, to make her beg and cry, to destroy her, to make her desperate for me, to show her how much she wants and needs me… I needed her… ______ This book contains. + Good Girl (Bully) X Disrepute biker Girl (The Victim??) +A hint of sport romance +Gay awakening +Biker Girl + Crawling back to her +Height difference +Dark Romance + Stalking

Collection of Side Stories to "What do you mean my cute disciples are Yanderes?" All the juicy, M18 stuff that won't appear in the main story will be here! Events that happen here are canonical to the main story. There are smut scenes in this story centered around masturbation, vanilla, lesbian and group sex. I despise NTR so that will not happen here. You have been warned. Updates whenever. Note: It's not all just sex. Sometimes I might just put fluffy stuff in.

In the wake of a zombie apocalypse, Ash and Eve are forced together by survival, but their differences ignite a dangerous tension. Ash, sweet and naive, clings to the last remnants of hope, while Eve, hardened by a brutal world, is determined to keep her walls up. As they clash over every decision, the threat of the undead is the least of their worries—it's the growing pull between them that might just break them. In a world where trust is a luxury and love feels like a betrayal, will they survive each other—or will their enemies be the least of their problems? This is a post apocalypse lesbian love story.

Since childhood, Mathias had a strange taste in choosing girls. Among these girls, there is his mother, his lover, and finally his femboy lover. And he would make each one of them pregnant. join group telegram for the full novel : https://t.me/+qNI8nXb8T-kyYjI8 tags : incest , femboy , harem , mother , pregnant , shemale , r18 , loli , milfs , anal , yuri , lesbian

Have you ever found yourself grappling with the idea that you might hate being human? Trapped in a fragile prison of flesh and bone, we often feel like limited and petty creatures. While I don’t harbor a general disdain for humanity, the experience of being one can feel suffocating. I spent countless hours pondering this very notion until fate intervened—I was reincarnated into a fantastical world as a powerful progenitor vampire. What followed was an exhilarating journey filled with destruction, charming companions, fearsome monsters, and thrilling battles of magic. And, oh—did I mention the delightful lesbian escapades that await? Trust me, you won’t want to miss it! ~~~~~~~~~~ I'm currently remastering it, and then I intend to continue to write until the end.

In the human world, Zarri Xemisha Fordalish was a renowned model and chef, secretly ruling as a mafia queen. When betrayed by her boyfriend with her family favorite cousin, she sacrificed herself to stop an out-of-control ambulance, reincarnating as the youngest princess of the Ice Kingdom, who is a dirty lesbian. Simultaneously, Zera Lordes, a troublemaker lesbian protecting her father, was caught in a gunfight and reincarnated as the youngest, chubby, and mute princess of the Air Kingdom. Airylle Vedison, a famous TikToker and secret assassin, aided her enemy Zera in the gunfight and reincarnated as the youngest princess of the Fire Kingdom, known for Chasing the Earth Prince. What will happen when these three women meet in another world, aware of their past lives? Will they accept their fate as princesses and harness their powers to defend themselves? Or find the love they have been looking for? Discover the intertwined fates of the Mafia Queen, the Lesbian, and the TikToker as a princess in a fantastical realm. WHAT THIS NOVEL HAD: [First POV] [The Lesbian is Extremely Flirty] [Slice of Life] [Overpowered Female Leads] [Cliche I guess] WARNING: [This work of fiction contains mature themes and content, including explicit language, violence, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised. All characters, events, and locations depicted are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The content is intended for mature audiences only.] Discord Name: NamhyeBlueMoon link: https://discord.com/invite/cxvAztsn

The entire nation was eagerly watching the grand wedding between two of the biggest real estate empires—"Royal Estates" and "Prem Real Estate." This wasn’t just a union of two hearts, but a merger of two kingdoms. However, the groom, Romi, the son of Royal Estates' owner, seemed unusually gloomy about the wedding. Meanwhile, the bride, Preeti, daughter of Prem Real Estate's owner, Prem Chaudhary, ran away just before the ceremony! Now, Prem Chaudhary was in deep trouble—his business deals, family honor, and reputation were all on the line. In desperation, he remembered something—his daughter had a twin brother, Monty, who looked exactly like her! In a moment of panic, he came up with a wild plan—Monty would take Preeti’s place as the bride! Monty: "Dad, have you lost your mind? I'm a guy!" Prem Chaudhary: "Until Preeti is found, you ARE Preeti!" Monty: "But…!" Prem Chaudhary: "Son, sometimes, saving honor requires a little lipstick!" To save his family’s pride, Monty had no choice but to go through with this bizarre wedding. Hidden beneath the bridal veil, he was sweating bullets, but no one suspected a thing. After the ceremony, Romi gently told his “bride”

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta

“I like you, can you be my girlfriend?” “I am sorry, but I like girls, not boys!” The words of the campus belle immediately broke our boy’s heart. In sadness, he ended up playing a recently popular online game; but even their the 3D girl he liked was in a lesbian relationship with another NPC. But who would have guessed: A little accident made him wake up as a small-time villain character in this game he used to play? Feeling frustrated, he embraces his identity to avoid his tragic death. But Amar’s greatest enemy is the female protagonist who tries to make a big yuri harem with all the heroines. As a villain, can he steal her girls instead & achieve a perfect ending and uphold the dignity of our fellow men? **** (Fast paced plots assured like my other works.)

(CONTAINS R18+ CONTENT) Enemies to lovers- check Slow burn- check A cute naughty dog- check Spice? (The author is keeping her mouth zipped) No third-party breakup or misunderstanding. But there are lots of banter and witty comebacks. (The story is planned to be around 200 chapters. No drag) Mu Yiren I never imagined I'd be faking a relationship with my biggest enemy—the untamed, ridiculously charming Feng Junjie, known throughout the city as the "golden boy" of business and a billionaire playboy with a reputation for breaking hearts. But when he dangles a life-changing offer in front of me, the kind that could secure my inheritance, I find myself agreeing to be his "girlfriend." But the thing is….. What if I start seeing the real him? Pretending to be Junjie’s devoted partner is like walking on a razor's edge. He’s everything I can’t stand—sexy, cocky, and devilish, and yet a sweetheart by heart that leaves me flustered by his actions. I know better than to fall for a man like him; my mother’s battle with Alzheimer’s has convinced me to never fall in love. But Junjie isn't just any man. Beneath his easygoing charm is an intensity that leaves me breathless, and he knows exactly how to crack through the walls I have built around me, awakening a passion I never felt before. JUNJIE I need my life back. A sorry attempt at love had me question everything and forced me away from my brothers. Since my ‘ex best friend’s’ constant accusations had gotten out of control, I might as well pretend to date someone and shut her mouth. My definition of a fake date- Beautiful, sexy, tempting…..umm…. insufferable, annoying, and with a mouth that won’t stop running. The mouth with red lipstick. The mouth I want to…. This arrangement was supposed to be simple: fake dating, clear boundaries, no feelings. But the more he plays the role of her devoted partner, the more the lines between fake and real start to blur. And now, he’s no longer sure where the act ends and his true feelings begin. The catch? Mu Yiren doesn’t believe in love. And she certainly doesn’t believe a man like Feng Junjie is capable of anything but heartbreak. But Feng has never been one to follow the rules. Boundaries? He’s about to break them. Deals? They were made to be rewritten. He’s going all in, and this time, he’s not playing pretend. ******* "Are you saying you'd let any man get this close?" "ABSOLUTELY NO!" The words burst out of me, too quick, too honest. His smirk deepens. "Tell me, if I leave you like this, all wound up and aching, will you be sneaking off to use one of your little toys?" "Yes," "Tell me, were you waiting for me to initiate something this past week?" he tugs my shorts more and kisses my navel. My heart hammers and my voice comes out shaky. "N-No." I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. He chuckles darkly. "Wrong answer. Let's try again." ****

Absolutely. Here's the full write-up again, now with the list of symbolic criminal case references placed in **chronological order** based on when the events occurred: --- Symbolic Criminal Case References (Chronological Order) 1. **University of Texas Tower Shooting** (1966) – Charles Whitman 2. **The Zodiac Killer** (late 1960s–1970s) – Encrypted letters, cryptic messages 3. **The Son of Sam** (1976–1977) – Claimed orders from a demon-possessed dog 4. **The Hillside Stranglers** (1977–1978) – Ritualistic behavior, fixation on sex workers 5. **The Alphabet Killer** (1970s) – Symbolic disposal patterns 6. **The Atlanta Child Murders** (1979–1981) – Serial killings with ritualistic elements 7. **The Lipstick Killer** (1940s, referenced symbolically) – Messages written in lipstick 8. **The Tamam Shud Case** (1948) – *Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam*, mysterious code 9. **The BTK Killer** (1974–1991) – Encrypted letters, biblical references 10. **The Jonestown Massacre** (1978) – Scripture used to justify mass suicide 11. **The Oklahoma City Bombing** (1995) – Anti-government ideology, *The Turner Diaries*, April 19 12. **The Black Dahlia** (1947, referenced symbolically) – Body arrangement, psychological symbolism 13. **The Unabomber** (1978–1995) – Anti-government ideology, coded manifestos 14. **The D.C. Sniper Attacks** (2002) – Tarot card with message “I am God” 15. **The Note Found in Ricky McCormick’s Pocket** (1999) – Two encrypted notes 16. **The JonBenét Ramsey Case** (1996) – Ransom note with coded language --- Merged Symbolic Paragraph Before the tower fell silent at the University of Texas, he left behind a detailed note—an echo of inner torment, or perhaps pain too deep for language. He claimed the voice came from a dog possessed by something unholy, a creature of command and chaos. At the scenes, messages bloomed in lipstick on walls, cryptic and trembling. His rituals were not just acts—they were obsessions, patterns of disposal that spoke in symbols, bodies arranged like offerings, buried in rhythms only he understood. He moved with the weight of ideology, anti-government and apocalyptic, whispering from the pages of *The Turner Diaries*, choosing April 19 like a ciphered prayer. A copy of *The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam* lay near, its spine cracked open to a code no one could read. Letters arrived, encrypted and biblical, sent to newspapers like warnings. In blood, he wrote of endings and scripture. The ransom notes were riddled with language that might have been code, or madness, or both. Some letters spoke in symbols, others in verses. Scripture was not quoted—it was wielded, used to justify the unthinkable. In his pockets, two notes slept, encrypted and silent. And in the end, a tarot card remained, bearing a final message: “I am God.”

This is fuckin stupid I have diplomatic immunity so like Luke , intent or in ur ass pull ur head hit out ya? Absolutely. Here's the full write-up again, now with the list of symbolic criminal case references placed in **chronological order** based on when the events occurred: --- ## Symbolic Criminal Case References (Chronological Order) 1. **University of Texas Tower Shooting** (1966) – Charles Whitman 2. **The Zodiac Killer** (late 1960s–1970s) – Encrypted letters, cryptic messages 3. **The Son of Sam** (1976–1977) – Claimed orders from a demon-possessed dog 4. **The Hillside Stranglers** (1977–1978) – Ritualistic behavior, fixation on sex workers 5. **The Alphabet Killer** (1970s) – Symbolic disposal patterns 6. **The Atlanta Child Murders** (1979–1981) – Serial killings with ritualistic elements 7. **The Lipstick Killer** (1940s, referenced symbolically) – Messages written in lipstick 8. **The Tamam Shud Case** (1948) – *Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam*, mysterious code 9. **The BTK Killer** (1974–1991) – Encrypted letters, biblical references 10. **The Jonestown Massacre** (1978) – Scripture used to justify mass suicide 11. **The Oklahoma City Bombing** (1995) – Anti-government ideology, *The Turner Diaries*, April 19 12. **The Black Dahlia** (1947, referenced symbolically) – Body arrangement, psychological symbolism 13. **The Unabomber** (1978–1995) – Anti-government ideology, coded manifestos 14. **The D.C. Sniper Attacks** (2002) – Tarot card with message “I am God” 15. **The Note Found in Ricky McCormick’s Pocket** (1999) – Two encrypted notes 16. **The JonBenét Ramsey Case** (1996) – Ransom note with coded language --- ## Merged Symbolic Paragraph Before the tower fell silent at the University of Texas, he left behind a detailed note—an echo of inner torment, or perhaps pain too deep for language. He claimed the voice came from a dog possessed by something unholy, a creature of command and chaos. At the scenes, messages bloomed in lipstick on walls, cryptic and trembling. His rituals were not just acts—they were obsessions, patterns of disposal that spoke in symbols, bodies arranged like offerings, buried in rhythms only he understood. He moved with the weight of ideology, anti-government and apocalyptic, whispering from the pages of *The Turner Diaries*, choosing April 19 like a ciphered prayer. A copy of *The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam* lay near, its spine cracked open to a code no one could read. Letters arrived, encrypted and biblical, sent to newspapers like warnings. In blood, he wrote of endings and scripture. The ransom notes were riddled with language that might have been code, or madness, or both. Some letters spoke in symbols, others in verses. Scripture was not quoted—it was wielded, used to justify the unthinkable. In his pockets, two notes slept, encrypted and silent. And in the end, a tarot card remained, bearing a final message: “I am God.” ---

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