Wet Lesbians

Synopsis "I will stop; tell me how long to stay," Sam lovingly placed his hand on Helix's head and said, looking at her with wet eyes. "You have to stop until I forget every single moment spent with you, and forgetting every moment spent with you means forgetting myself. So, tell me, will you stop until I become a corpse." Saying that Helix could not stop her tears and started crying very loudly. "No, don't ever say that. I will always be with you. Got it? Now stop crying and give me a breathtaking smile and crazy Helix back," Sam said, giving her a little pat on her forehead. "Liar, you are such a big liar," Helix said with moist eyes and a fake smile on her face because of his sake. "No, I am not a liar. It is true that no matter what the situation may be, I can never forget you, and neither do you want to leave me," Sam said with a pleasant smile, caressing her palm. "Then why are you going like this? Why??" Helix said, holding him tight in her arms. "I hate you; I hate you for this," Helix said, burying her head in his chest and crying continuously. "Helix, listen to me and stop crying for a while. Anyway, I have less time. Promise me you will live without me," Sam said, holding her hand and looking straight into her eyes with his loving gaze. "No, Sam, no," said Helix, starting to cry very loudly." ......................................................................................................... Description: Helix is a girl burdened with troubles, who has yet to find love. Firstly, her parents suffered a devastating accident and left her. Then, her childhood love, Sam, departed, setting a precedent for people leaving her behind. Now, let's see if she discovers true love or if she continues to be abandoned by those around her. ....................................... Note: 1. Those who are proficient in grammar, if they find any mistake, then ignore it and please read the story. 2. This is my first work so please give it a lot of love and support to keep me up.

Waking up in a hospital with a broken leg and a splitting headache was bad enough. But being trapped there as the world collapsed? That was something else. It started small. A patient down the hall coughing—a wet, ragged sound that never seemed to stop. Then the whispers between nurses, the frantic pages over the intercom. By the time the first screams echoed through the corridors, it was already too late. The infection didn’t start today. It had been building, spreading, hiding in plain sight. We just didn’t see it—until the doors burst open and the blood began to flow. I was awake for all of it. I heard the gurgled cries of those who couldn’t run. The ones who tried to fight. The ones who turned. I smelled the decay before the bodies even cooled. And when the world outside finally went quiet—when the sirens faded and the streets emptied—it felt like nothing was left. But survival isn’t just about escaping. It’s about something more. I don’t believe the world ends just because the rules change. I don’t believe we’re meant to scatter and die alone. Because even now, in the ruins of everything we built, there are still people out there fighting, surviving, searching. And as long as we remember that, we have something left to fight for.

(Test to read. I don’t like reading om docs) A wandering swordsman, a man who belongs nowhere, arrives at the kingdom of Spurcius, the bastion of miracles, looking for a way to make money. But, he was rejected again and again. Just as he felt as if he was stuck in a hole as it rained, wet, shelterless, and penniless, he was pulled out by a strange woman. He is offered an irresistible offer, an eccentric red ticket, a way to make easy money, while also having the bonus of becoming the future king of Spurcius’ sword. Accepting this job meant inviting death as a partner in a dance, one wrong move meant he would dance with death forever.

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

It had been a rainy night. Ayla was only six months old, her small body burning with fever. She had been shivering all day, her tiny fists curling against my chest as she whimpered. The fever medication hadn’t worked. The wet towel treatments barely made a difference. And then, as night fell, her cries weakened, and her small frame went limp in my arms. Panic clawed at my chest. My baby was unconscious. I dialed Sebastian again—my fingers trembling so badly that I nearly dropped my phone. Call after call, I tried reaching him. No answer. He was working as a resident at Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals, but it was over an hour away. I had no choice but to rush Ayla to the nearest local hospital. The doctors did their best. I could see it in their tired eyes as they worked tirelessly to stabilize her. Machines beeped. Oxygen masks. Needles. My heart felt like it would stop at any second. “She needs to be transferred,” one of the doctors told me, his voice grim. “We’ve managed to stabilize her vitals for now, but she requires specialized care. Take her to Aetos immediately.” The next thing I knew, we were inside an ambulance. The sirens blared, cutting through the stormy night. Every second felt like an eternity. I held Ayla close, whispering desperate prayers against her damp curls. “Hold on, baby… Please, hold on.” The paramedic beside me checked her vitals repeatedly, his face tense. “We’re almost there,” he assured me. But my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I kept my eyes fixed on her tiny chest, watching for every faint rise and fall. Then, finally, the ambulance screeched to a halt in front of Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals. The emergency team was already waiting. They took her from my arms, rushing inside with urgency. I need money. That was the first thought that struck me. I had just started my career in real estate. I barely had a hundred dollars to my name. And the insurance? It wouldn’t cover everything. Ten thousand dollars. That was the estimated cost they gave me. I called Sebastian again. And again. And again. No answer. Desperation overtook me. I had no other choice. My parents weren’t in Eldoria—they lived in another state, a three-hour flight away. But I called them anyway, my voice breaking as I explained the situation. “We’re coming, sweetheart,” my mother said, panic laced in her voice. “Stay strong. We’ll be there soon.” My tears had dried up. My hands were numb from clutching my phone. But the pit in my stomach only grew deeper. I needed to charge my phone, so I stepped outside the PICU, searching for an outlet near the reception. That’s when I saw him. Sebastian. Standing in the dimly lit hospital corridor, his arms wrapped around a crying woman. His lips brushed against her forehead, whispering soft reassurances. My mind went blank. The world around me blurred. Then—darkness. Once, Aurora Adkins was a joyful, simple woman who believed in love. But love betrayed her. Left with nothing but heartbreak and a six months old daughter, Ayla, she clawed her way up from the ruins of her past. Now, she’s a real estate mogul, a self-made powerhouse with a heart of stone. Until she collides with him. Theron Drakos—ruthless, elusive, and heir to the Drakos Corporation. He’s built his empire in the shadows, and now, he’s ready to claim Eldoria. There’s just one problem, Aurora stands in his way. From the moment they meet, it’s war. Deals turn into duels. Boardrooms become battlegrounds. Two unstoppable forces, neither willing to bend. But beneath the sharp words and sharper gazes, something else smolders. Pride says they should walk away. Ego demands they win. But fate? It has other plans.

WARNING: R18!! Sarah Blackwood's life was turned upside down; her perfect and peaceful life was shattered. She was the daughter of the great and formidable Lord and Alpha Harrington Blackwood of the revered Black Clove pack. But just in one night, her entire pack was brutally slaughtered, leaving her the sole survivor. Narrowly escaping this misfortune, Sarah was left a young, orphaned stray, and the trauma left her inner wolf latent, dormant, and asleep. Forced to flee, she ended up in the hands of Viktor Darkov, a notorious crime boss involved in human trafficking, drugs, and smuggling. Her life takes a turn - for better or for worse? - when she was sold to a mysterious, feral, and feared man. Her inner wolf, dormant for years, suddenly stirred awake, trying to tell her something. Who was this shadow of a man, and what power did he have that left everyone, including his subordinates, terrified of him? *Excerpt* "Wait here for the master, do not get up. Keep your head down," a distant voice finally spoke, then quietly adding in a whisper with a cautious tone. "Whatever you do, try not to make the master angry. For your sake." The doors closed behind me, leaving me again in the eerie silence, except for the sound of my ragged breathing. Beads of cold sweat began forming on my forehead. My palms felt wet and sweaty against the chains. I waited and waited, the minutes ticking by. No one approached the doors, no footsteps. The place was awfully quiet. I considered peeking beneath the blindfold to find a way out, but the fear of the unknown, the ghost-like atmosphere horrified me, and kept me still, glued to the ground. "What are you?" A cold, low, menacing growl spoke from nowhere, emanating from all around me, causing me to jump, but I maintained my posture. Head down, still kneeling down. I didn't hear him enter the room; the doors never opened, and I didn't sense him. Like a ghost. It was chilling, like he had materialized out of thin air. "Speak," the voice came out as a low, vibrating echo through the room.

Lucas Costanzo,29,a dangerous mafia king feared by all. Although his face is unknown in the Mafia world, his name is enough to make everyone scared. His life was pretty simple until one night he met someone who changed his entire life. Bella Knights,25,a simple orphan girl who is a normal office worker. She lives with her cute daughter Rachel. But that one night which she spend together with him, changed everything for her. This book is romance genre and contains some explicit scenes but it also primarily focuses on the journey of feeling love for the first time. The story revolves around the journey of a man and a woman who have never encountered true love. They both discover their love for each other and promise to be together till eternity. The characters experiences various stages of love together and learn to understand each other. Please give it lots of love. If you found the characters interesting, don't forget to add it in library. Mature content 18+ Excerpt: Bella: Don't tease me, anymore. Lucas:You know, you are so wet, baby. Bella: Touch me please. He put his head in between her thighs and his breath hit her opening. Bella:What are you doing? Lucas: Taking you to the real heaven, baby. Also every comment will be liked by the author.So please comment a lot. "Cover rights to respective owners" Stay tuned!!

How is The cover hehe.... “Love is just a transaction—and Romeo is here to negotiate.” Meet Romeo, a self-proclaimed ladies’ man with the charm of a wet sock and the confidence of a lottery winner. With his best friends—Jack, the scheming hustler, and Noa, the perpetually exasperated voice of reason—Romeo embarks on a series of absurd misadventures, from disastrous dates to chaotic road trips. “A product is only as real as the belief behind it. That’s basic economics.” Enter Von Swipe, the self-proclaimed “love guru” whose questionable advice leads Romeo from one hilarious failure to the next. Whether it’s wearing a ghillie suit on a date or chasing storms with a vacuum cleaner, Romeo’s quest for love is anything but ordinary. “Dreams probably died in this car. And my bank account.” With a beat-up car, a group chat full of bets, and a trio of friends who redefine the word “hopeless,” Romeo with No Juliet is a laugh-out-loud journey through the chaos of love, life, and friendship. “Will Romeo ever find his Juliet? Probably not. But the ride is worth it.” And am i forgetting about someone ? Yeah that's all .....

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

Nikki Wilds lives for indulgence. A supermodel with a taste for life’s darkest pleasures, sex, money, and drugs, she doesn’t play by anyone’s rules but her own. But when her wild streak lands her in trouble with her former boss at an exclusive casino, Nikki is given a dangerous proposition: seduce a high-profile lawyer, extract secrets about some critical papers, and walk away a millionaire. The job sounds simple enough, except for one thing, this lawyer can fuck, and he’s not playing fair. Damien Ray is more than just a top-tier lawyer and CEO; he’s a predator in the courtroom and the bedroom. Stoic, brilliant, and painfully bored of perfection, Damien is a man who likes control, until he doesn’t. At thirty-five, he’s ready to ruin his parents’ suffocating expectations, and Nikki Wilds is the chaotic, irresistible fire he wants to tame. He doesn’t just want her body writhing beneath him; he wants her broken wide open, craving him, belonging to him in every wicked, filthy way. When lust becomes a game of domination and seduction, Nikki and Damien find themselves locked in a battle where every touch, every kiss, and every thrust becomes a fight for control. And when their dark desires collide, their obsession threatens to destroy everything around them. In the end, who will own who?

"You are my mate, I am not going to share you with anyone, not even my brothers " his whispering tone felt like melted sugar in my ears. I was drowning in his scent, my mind was in a frenzy. Suddenly, I woke up with a start, panting heavily after a steamy wet dream which I have been having quite a lot lately. Myra Miracle, an orphan since birth, visits her childhood best friend Nora to Kimberg to. While she was having dinner with Nora and her parents, she felt dizzy and enchanted at the same time for some unknown reasons. Later that evening, she met four hot, handsome and mesmerizing people which made her restless all night long. Since then she has been having wild dreams. Why is that so? Why is she so attracted to her best friend's brothers?

“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 Amar’s heart. In sadness, he ended up playing a recently popular MMORPG game; but even their the 3D girl he liked was in a lesbian relationship. But who would have guessed: A small accident made him wake up as a small villain-like character he used to play in this game? Feeling frustrated, he embraces his identity to avoid his tragic death. And his biggest enemy- The female protagonist who tries to make a big yuri harem with all heroines, as a villain, can he steal her girls instead & achieve a perfect ending and uphold the dignity of fellow men?

Overnight, the world's common sense changed. But then... "It's common sense that erect penises are cared for with wet pussies, right?" "Customer, shall I milk it for you? Or would you like to milk it yourself?" "We promised when we were young! That I'd become your ona**le!" This is more enjoyable than I thought? Harem | Erotic | Incest

"Yeah, yes, just keep going, I'm almost-" I heard a boy scream. Who the fuck moans loudly like that? I doubt the dick is that good for him to scream like that. I make my way towards the particular door, navigating through several people, some passed out drunk. Tipsy and nosy, I forcefully open the door to see Rex, the guy I imagined as a nerd, serious and asocial, giving handjob to Jess, my supposed friend. Of course it's not a big deal, we weren't dating. The problem was that I had a crush on him and we just kissed a few mins ago. Jess turned towards me, his face twisted in pleasure as he came. A cruel smirk then appeared on his face as we maintained eye contact. I left. That was the last time I saw Rex. A year later, we ended up in the same university, same Faculty, same street, same apartment, next door neighbour. -------------- "I bet you have wet dreams about me." he smirks, taking a sip of his drink making that 'ahh' sound annoying people do after taking a gulp of their drink. "Shut up Rex, you're not sexy or attractive enough for me to have wet dreams. So shut up and take your stupid drink inside with you." I said, going inside my room and slamming the door shut. I lied, Rex was attractive and sexy enough for me. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Their story started a little from A CHANCE AT LOVE but can be read as a stand alone. I'll explain their backstory here but there's no harm in reading A Chance at Love right? Enjoy!

The sugary sweet life of the beautiful young Miss Asher. Plunged into wealth and riches, while growing under an umbrella shade from the stench of poverty and struggles. The Riechard family's lovely little Miss, who grew absent from her parents love; from a young age living under the Reichard family household. She waxed quickly older with time. Becoming a woman of noble virtues and good characters. Graduating from a top institute of medicine and a perfect fiance who loves and pampers her along with his family. Her world came to crash, when false news flies all over the city. Showcasing her life; painted as immoral and loose virtue, tarnishing the perfect image and reputation once built. Pushed from the once family that raised her, canceling her engagement proposal and left devastated. ----- A rainy night in Tyle city. The silhouette of a petite woman walked under the rain in the empty street, amidst the heavy beating and showering droplets. She dragged her weary herself through the cold and judging streets fully drenched as a lifeless corpse pushed around. Her clothes stuck to her from the rain, with eyes devoid of an actual sight. Crossing the deserted roads across the street, when a car collided into her, falling unconscious on the wet road. Asher opens her eyes, slowly to the soft warmth around her, feeling like death had taken her; only to see an intravenous inserted in her hands and beside her bed a man stood there holding a paper. " Miss, my boss saved your life. In exchange he wants a marriage contract with you. "

"But sir," she protested weakly, her voice laced with lust, "I thought... I thought that was my punishment." Mr. Kapoor chuckled darkly, his hand coming down in a swift slap that made her yelp. "Shut up," he barked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're going to get more than you bargained for." His hand traced the reddened marks on her skin, his fingers lingering on the most sensitive areas. Shreya felt a shiver of anticipation as she bent over the desk again, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, her thong now soaked with his juices. Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the small of her back, pushing her down even further. "You liked that?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice a breathless pant. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the truth of them. Every part of her was on fire, desperate for more of his touch. Mr. Kapoor's hand slid down her back, his fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt. "You've been a very naughty girl, Shreya," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "I think it's time for a more... creative punishment." Shreya's heart skipped a beat as she felt something cold and hard press against her pussy. She glanced over her shoulder to see Mr. Kapoor holding a highlighter, the neon pink color glinting in the light. "What are you doing, sir?" she asked, her voice a tremble. "Punishing you," he replied, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I want to hear you beg for it." He pushed the highlighter inside her, the plastic sliding easily through her wetness. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. It was an unusual sensation, something she had never experienced before. Mr. Kapoor began to move the highlighter in and out of her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Tell me, slut," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to have my highlighter in your cunt?" Shreya whimpered, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt anything like this before, the taboo nature of the act only heightening her arousal. "Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter, her voice shaky. "It feels... it feels amazing." Mr. Kapoor chuckled, his hand moving the highlighter faster. "You're going to love what comes next"

Priest Alexander, how good is your printing? Princess Vivian said seductively with only a piece of white clothing that covered little to none of her sinful body. Alexander was shocked by the sight in front of him, looking at the woman who was one of the most beautiful, No! She’s the most beautiful woman in the Empire, but because she never made an attempt to dress up so nobody has ever seen her shine this brightly. Now looking at her with water dripping from her body like the sea pearl, her flamboyant red hair like that of burning fire, and her perfectly seductive body still wet and still carrying the freshness of a rose petals shower. Looking at the way she is wet from head to toe with the room filled with the scent of rose with water dripping from her body, gives a kind of allure that makes it hard for any man to resist her. She’s currently looking like a seductress, No!, She’s a seductress because she’s currently doing what is seductress does, seducing a priest. Vivian had an heart disease since the day she was born, since she was young, she spent most of her life lying on the hospital bed, denying her the joy of living like every other normal child. The only way for her to escape the reality that haunts her and the pain she goes through is by reading novels, watching movies, and following celebrity gossip on social media, but what becomes of Vivian when she suddenly dies from over-excitement and is transmigrated into a novel as her favorite character who was the villainess, and probably the most naïve and innocent villainess ever.

Cara Davies is a young lady who thinks she's hopeless and unlucky finding love, she has never experience true love and hopes she does soon, on the other hand there is Victor Michaels, who got heartbroken in a terrible and unexpected way and vowes he will never fall in love again... These two meet and what does fate has install for them? Read to find out more. . . .

Imagine waking up in a video game world that you play, it must be a wet dream for fantasy lovers. But this time it's not a wet dream, it's reality. A young man named Wim must find a way back to his world by completing the main story and getting the 'True Ending'. Assisted by a floating automaton named Art, together they will try to survive in a world filled with monsters, magic, and conflicts between kingdoms combined with Steampunk elements

He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri was a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

[Handsome and Mischievous & Sweet and Soft Girl] [Unrequited Love Comes True + Sweet Pampering + Both Pure] Ryder once found a pink love letter in a math book. The handwriting of the young girl was elegant, with shyness and youth between the strokes. The content of the love letter was very short, unsigned, and only one sentence: "Today I saw you, and suddenly I wanted to take you to Laguna Beach to see the sea." ... Aria has done two out-of-the-ordinary things in her life. One was writing an unsigned love letter when she was young. The second was secretly loving Ryder for six years, then gritting her teeth and repeating a year to get into the same university as him. She is not smart, and this is all she can do. People who know Aria say she has a reserved personality, beautiful but like a handful of ice and snow in the winter mountains, gentle yet aloof. Only Ryder knows that aloofness is just her protective color, the girl is timid and vigilant, squatting by the roadside in the misty morning to feed the stray cats of the school. He witnessed Aria's fear and helplessness when she was trapped in a nightmare. He saw her, after drinking, clutching his sleeve, her apricot eyes wet, looking as if she had lost the whole world. The girl's eyelashes trembled as she confessed her feelings to him, her voice soft and helpless, choking on her words: "I, I turned back, but he is just very good..." He is not good. Ryder thought, as if bewitched, it was her. Once fallen, there is no cure. Later, he took her to see the sea of "Kekexili", knelt on one knee for her, and gently kissed her ring finger under the girl's slightly red eyes. At the age of twenty-two, in the morning, holding her hand, the other hand held their marriage certificate. In this book, we will witness the two-way journey of a wealthy, handsome, and mischievous young man and a sweet, soft girl, six years of life, from middle school to high school, and then to university, starting from secret love and running towards the marriage hall.

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

[DING!] [Congratulations, APOLLYON. You have unlocked the Infernal System!] [NAME: Israfel BlüdThïrste.] [FACTION: DEMON ¢ RANK A.] [DING!] [You have ascended to the realms of man.] [CITY: The medieval Empire of Eldoria.] [ALL HAIL THE BURNING ONE!] [CONQUEST: Level Up to NINTH INFERNAL CIRCLE.] [The battle for DOMINION begins.] [SYSTEM has graciously provided the most delicious and bosomy babes to compete for MC.] [ADDITIONAL TAGS: Ruthless MC – NSFW – BDSM – Cosplay – MILF – War Crimes – Unholy Trinities – Hybrids – BDE – Smut – EVOLUTION – Succubus – Slaves – Yandere – Ascension – Gore – ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE – Anal – Dominant MC – Hentai – Lust – Demon – Extreme violence – R18 – Faceslap – Fistfights – Bestiality – Bloodsport – Exorcism – LOLITA – Brutal MC – Magic – UNDERWORLD – Politics – Demonology – Necromancer – Old Gods – Fae – Sword and Sorcery – System – Hardcore – Mermaid – Cat girls – Dragon girls – DARK – Vulgar – Epic battle – Hell Ranking – Fallen Angels – DOMINIONS – Incest – Dungeon – Leveling up – Cold MC – Sibling Lust – Taboo sex stories – MONSTER GIRLS – Debauchery – Utter fuckery – Demented SC – MANA – Invulnerable MC – Elf – Vampire – Demoness – MATURE – Murder – Psychopaths – Luciferan Bloodlines – Corruption of virtue – Chivalry – Villainy – Death – LEGION – Clashing armies – Weapons system – Resurrection.] [WARNING: This book features detailed descriptions of female humiliation, hardcore sex and depravity. There is a guaranteed Adult Chapter one out of every five. NOT FOR CHILDREN! NOT FOR SOFT HEARTS!] • FULL BLURB Israfel BlüdThïrste was born in Hel. He has lived in it all eighteen years of his life. As seventh in the bloodline of the Morningstar himself, Rafel has had a pretty fucking great life. There's spilled blood in excess. Violence to choke the gray skies. Abundant sex—depraved and hardcore. And more blood. Everything a Prince of the Abyss could desire. But Rafel has heard stories, of the world above. The world of the weak mortals whose damned souls fall endlessly through the red skies of his, to meet with perpetual torture. Stories of their fine carriages and legendary kings. Their golden sun and green earth. But mostly, their virgin women. He wishes to see it for himself. And so, when a lucky gambit with his dear Aunt, Lilith, opens up a way for him to explore the surface, Rafel hops to it. The deal is a hundred years before he has to return to his duties as Hell's Apollyon. Accompanied by his new slave, a voluptuous horned Succubus, Rafel journeys to the mortal realm, entering into the mythical lands of Eldoria as the enigmatic Earl of Emberfall, a haunted estate. But Rafel intends to rise, into the very courts of the Eldorian Queen. At least before his time runs out. And if corrupting, blackmailing, fucking, and murdering a few mortals gets in his way, so be it. This is until the haloed mess of Ravenna de Vries ends up on the grand steps of his Manor, soaking wet with a blood debt hanging over her head. Israfel had seen many beautiful women in his time, but somehow the little mortal girl is sufficient to make him rethink his gambit. Ravenna is owed to a powerful Hell Principality. And though Rafel convinces himself that building up his power ranking is solely selfish, it also has to do with going up against an ancient adversary from his home who is certain to appear just about anytime to collect what he is owed—Ravenna. She is not his responsibility, but why does Rafel feel exactly that whenever he looks at her? And suddenly for this Immortal, a hundred years is not enough to fall in love.

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

—WSA 2025 Entry— Main character, Sable Brawnheart, is sent into her favorite book alongside many other fans who read the best-selling story known as Telltale Chronicles. With millions of people brought into this new world, they’re given certain gifts, but what should have been Sable’s wet dream quickly turned into a nightmare. While everyone else is blessed with godlike gifts, Sable has the weakest gift known as [Sage]. She despises the ability at first but quickly learns it’s an anomaly in the world's system that can defy everything, making it one of the strongest gifts in Telltale Chronicles. After learning of her ability, Sable quickly rises to the top with her level surpassing almost everyone and uses [Sage] to better understand the world and its changes made by the author. Will she be able to survive in this dangerous world of dragons and demons with her newfound abilities?

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ] “Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.” Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy. Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life. What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes? -------------- Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned! -------------- Sneak Peek: He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told. Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”

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Anna Krause is in her senior year and more than ready to leave high school behind and start a new, fresh life without homework. What she didn't expect, however, is that she might want to spend a little more time inside what she thought was a prison... once she meets her new calculus teacher. Lesbian Romance | TeacherxStudent | Age-gap | Humor Copyright 2015 by ShayZayit

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

" I want nothing more than to taste your sweet blood on my tongue." His breath grazed her neck, followed by the wet glide of his tongue across her skin. Kerry shuddered, imagining his fangs sinking deep, feeding on her. "We can't do this," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What's stopping us?" "You're... my brother." "And yet, you stir something in me no other woman has." He grasped her hand, guiding it to his erection pressing against her. "You're mine, baby—made just for me." Kerry's life spirals into chaos when her mother marries a vampire. As someone who thought vampires were just myths, she struggles to accept their reality. But nothing could prepare her for her dangerously seductive new stepbrother, who seems determined to make her his. Is their bond a twist of fate, or something far darker?