Sapphic Novels & Stories

Wolf said. Bruno pocketed the phones and cards, then flipped a ledger open. It wasn’t numbers. It was names. And beside each, a symbol—a tiny ghost doodled with a technician’s precision. Dates. Quantities. Street corners and coded mentions of “tide” and “moon.” “Romantics,” Bruno said. “I hate romantics.”

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

Even the most important of things. “Though my rut is bad, Lucian’s is the worst.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. I stayed quiet. Paralyzed. “He can’t take inhibitors. They never worked. The doctor said they were too weak for supremes. Lucian’s rut cycle lasts longer than others and his toxic pheromones spread far and wide. It’s so repulsive to other alphas. Not like the normal repulsive. Not the odor mine would give out. His seeps into your skin and burns. It’s like it’s ripping your lungs a part. Piece by piece. One whiff can render a normal alpha unconscious. Imagine that scent spreading across two hundred thousand square feet of land.”

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

Her long silk robe enveloped Persephone like a black mist around a dainty flower. They stared at each other's face for the longest moment. Persephone drank Hades in, her long straight nose and lustrous lips, her night-liquid eyes that flashed whenever they looked directly into hers. Persephone could not find the will to protest the graceful woman anymore, it was as if everything about Hades had hypnotized her mind and captured her soul.

he mutters steadily. Apolliana circles around Lucifer then stops and leans close to his ear and whispers. “I know what you’ve done. But it won’t change anything. I am growing stronger, and your lovely lover is growing weaker. It won’t be long…” Apolliana hisses, and that’s when I feel her mind losing control. As if we’re connected, our voices join, and we begin to manically recite a poem that I haven’t heard since I was in high school. If her sing-song tone wasn’t so terrifying, I’d be amazed by the fact that Apolliana quotes Sylvia Plath. “I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids, and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

Matteo laughed, pulling me toward the center. We hit the dance floor, and instantly girls circled, moving their hips, trying to catch my eye. One girl grabbed my arm. Another whispered in my ear, her lips brushing my skin. “You’re impossible,” Matteo muttered with a grin. “They’re like moths.” I moved with them, letting their hands linger, their nails drag over my shirt. But my head wasn’t fully here. No matter how many girls pressed against me, I kept seeing another face. Another pair of eyes.

It’s a Sin yeah but I’ll rather live with this sin than allow that filthy man abuse me. I walked sexily over to the pole, making sure my hips swayed side to side. I flipped my hair to the side, as I placed my hand on the pole doing a pose on a beat. Under the influence by Chris Brown started playing, and I allowed the beat of the music take over. I bent down in a sexy position, swinging my ass side to side. I let my head tilt slightly, lashes low, not giving them everything yet. Anticipation is part of the performance.

Hopelessly, I put the pen down and leaned my back on my chair, clasped my hands behind my head, and squeezed my tired eyes shut. “Hello, twinnie!” Saph’s voice jolted me to sit straight. Her dashing smile brightened my mood right away. “’sup, Lady Gaga?” I teased, grinning at her sudden glare. It annoyed her when I called her by that name, and she was aware I was mocking her. Saph loved every Lady Gaga’s song and memorized every lyric in all albums. It pissed me off because I couldn’t fully understand why she loved her music when there was some music worth listening for.