Lesbian Fanfic Novels & Stories

Psyche showed her sisters all sorts of magnificent riches and made sure they enjoy their luxurious stay. But when they started mentioning the whereabouts and the identity of her partner, she invented an impromptu story that her lover was a handsome young man whose cheeks were still smooth without a beard and chest still soft but warm with a love for her.

Lisa questioned, her hands on her hips as she gave the cleaner a hard stare. The cleaner scoffed, picking up her bucket of water with the mop stick already in it, "why should I apologize? Is it my fault that your lesbian girlfriend can't see and rather ran into me because she was too caught up in her lesbian romantic life as she pulled you into the building the way she did."

I say. “Of course I do… you stupid fucking weird ass lesbian” Alaia says. “You’re sad lonely creep bitch” I say. “Uhh… I love you badly bitch” Alaia groan as she pinching my cheek. I get closer to Alaia and facing her, my face is about 10cm from her “You know… Lena is the first person who could make me cum ten times in one night” I say and I laugh. Alaia stares at me as she heavily inhales and bulged “Wow… that’s excessive” She says.

"Don't try anything funny, okay? Some of the girls are still underage." She nodded vigorously with a wide smile. To our surprise, no one stopped us. I guess it was because they saw my VIP pass, or that they probably thought Karmen was one of the models. Elise was quite a familiar face that everyone just smiled at her as they passed by. Everything went smoothly. We got into the dressing room again. Girls walked around the place in their sexy underwear. "Oh my ovaries," Karmen breathed as she looked at them. "This is how lesbians get pregnant."

“ I am ready.” The lights went out, leaving the room in total darkness. After some seconds, it was restored. Jefferson wasn’t in his human form anymore, he was standing in a different form. In his Lycan form, huge and seven inches taller than her. “ It’s… beautiful.” She smiled. He took her into his arms, laying her on a rocky table. Red candles were hung on each side of the rocks. She shuts her eyes. A loud growl, then his teeth were on her, piercing into her skin. DeLorna moaned, groaning at the pains. Then he pulls out, leaving teeth marks on her shoulder. . . . …….

“I already told you.” “Yeah, but you exchanged a prison where they feed you lobster and filet mignon for one with crappy air conditioning and Ramen noodles.” “It’s not just that, it’s – ” “And a prison without a hot guy. Just li’l ol’ me.” She gasped dramatically and clasped her hands next to her face in glee. “Lily, does this mean you want me? Like… lesbian want me?” “Yeah, that’s exactly what it means,” I deadpanned.

"Why would Lycan want to see you?" Fiona asked me, a frown etched on her features. I thought of saying the truth, but but I couldn't imagine what to do if they know I have something with lycan. If I told the truth, would they want to get involved with Lycan. Or could kill me if he found that I'd tainted his image. After all, no one would want to get involved with a slave, right? The strange man cut in, "Lycan is interested in miss Sheila after their meeting last night," He paused to raise one brow, his face cold and blank as he stared right at her, "do you have a problem with it?"

He tries a few times, same reaction "I… I can't. I just… can't…” he says after the twelfth fail, stepping back. His face is red, he is sweating. As he is still thinking of what to, another healer- Healer Danabel- walks in “Holy cow!” she freezes when she sees me. Everyone in this pack knows that Danabel is a season lesbian even though she always tries to deny it. I guess this is one proof now. Danabel runs inside, her breast suddenly very perky. She cannot even stand a quarter of my scent.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

She found comfort and warmth with the older woman, who was so different from the image of a cold-hearted ruler she once thought. "I take your words to heart, my bed companion, my arms, my pillow, my beloved Hades." Once again, Persephone found the dark goddess's lips with her own and their bodies entwined with one another. Their immortal hearts filled with an overflowing joy for their love shall stand the test of time.