Sapphic Novels & Stories

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

"Syrava's a lesbian!" ***

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.”

Sebastian’s POV I felt a woman’s hand slowly sliding up my leg toward my groin. I downed the last shot of my beer. Spartan was packed tonight—full of people hyped up and dancing like crazy. It wasn’t even midnight yet, but the place was already wild. Bodies grinding, music blasting, and everyone chasing alcohol, pleasure, and a good lay. A tingling sensation shot through me. The woman was rubbing my half-hard dick now. I quickly caught her hand to stop her. She looked shocked for a second, confused why I stopped her, but then that confusion melted into a wicked smile.

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.

lips twisted in a mocking smile, eyes gleaming with malice. Sapphire.

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.

' _________ Sapphira I don't know why my stupid heart had to flutter when Rafael referred to me as the Luna. Saskia practically melted and continued reminding me even after he had gone that, 'He called us his luna.' 'No, point of correction. He said the Luna. He drew the line pretty well there.' But Saskia wasn't having any of it. She has fallen head over heels for him. "Sapphira, I'm sorry about Sophia's attitude just now. She isn't usually like that. I don't know why she said all that."