Intersex Stories

​ Captain Silas Vance is a woman made of scars and secrets. After a decade of leading men through the world's darkest corners, she returns to her family's isolated farm looking for the one thing she hasn't had in years: Silence. She expects to find a dusty, empty house where she can wrestle with the ghosts of her past in peace. Instead, she finds Clara. ​Clara is everything Silas isn't-vibrant, defiant, and full of a life she's trying desperately to protect. She's been living in her home, breathing life into her kitchen, and making a "sanctuary" out of his graveyard. She's a stranger with a past of her own, and she has no intention of leaving just because the "rightful owner" has come home with a chip on his shoulder. ​But as the sun sets over the valley, the quiet of the farm becomes a battlefield. When Silas's night terrors bleed into reality, Clara is the only witness to the war she brought home with her. Between the trauma that haunts her sleep and the secrets that keep her from leaving the farm, they must decide: Is this house a cage keeping them trapped in their pain, or the only place they can finally be seen?

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*****WARNING: MATURE CONTENT***** Rebecca Patricia Armstrong known to her people as Her Highness, is a Princess by day and a relentless vampire hunter by night. Bound by duty and sharpened by years of training, she lives for one purpose only to protect her realm from the escalating vampire epidemic that has been swallowing towns whole and leaving nothing but fear in its wake. Her life has always balanced on a blade's edge, but she never faltered... until she crosses paths with Freen Sarocha Chankimha. Freen, a notorious rogue vampire with a wicked smile and a reputation that sends hunters running, steps out of the shadows claiming something unbelievable claiming that Rebecca is her fated mate. A hunter and a vampire. A Princess and an outlaw. A destiny neither of them asked for. Rebecca knows what she should do run her blade through the creature responsible for countless deaths. Yet, something in Freen's eyes, something ancient and stubbornly familiar, shakes her resolve in ways she has never experienced. Life has never been easy for Rebecca. But with a mate bond tugging at her soul and an enemy she cannot bring herself to kill, life has just become nearly impossible. A Story of Freenbecky.

They race in the dark. They fight in the light. Their hearts are the battlefield. Synopsis In the heart of South Korea's underground racing world, where speed means survival and pride fuels ambition, two unstoppable captains rule the asphalt- Eleanour Kim of Team Flames and Dyanne Hwang of Team Bomb. Both gifted, both fearless, and both born into rival empires that have despised each other for generations. Their rivalry runs deeper than anyone realizes. Their fathers passed their hatred down to their daughters, making every race a personal war. For Eleanour, racing is more than a thrill, it's freedom from her father's business empire and the only place she feels truly alive. For Dyanne, it's duty , a way to prove her worth to a father who only sees her as a tool to defeat the Kims. Every race between them is a battlefield. Every glare, every word, every victory burns with pride and unspoken tension. But beneath the rivalry and chaos of engines and trophies lies something neither expected-curiosity, vulnerability, and a connection that defies everything they've been taught to hate. When both teams are invited to an elite Racing Workshop Camp in Jeju's Hallasan Mountains, the racers expect to train, compete, and prove themselves. But the camp turns out to be more than just about racing-it's about teamwork, vulnerability, and facing the truths they've hidden behind helmets and engines. From laughter around bonfires to silent glances across the track, Eleanour and Dyanne find themselves caught in a collision course neither expected- , to understand, forgive, and maybe even fall for the person they once vowed to destroy. They didn't know but a mere camp would lead to the start of a new relationship. Sometimes, the fiercest rival can be the one who understands you best. --- A long intense G×G enemies to lovers saga . Hate is their language, Love is their enemy. The story is based in Seoul , South Korea..so the characters are Korean.

19 years old. One Isla. Four powerful women. Love, desire, and secrets collide. Can she survive the heartache... and embrace them all? Under revision

" I..... I kept convincing myself that i can hold myself, i might have slipped a few time but i kept telling myself i wouldn't cross more limits than i already crossed.... Told myself i can resist you... Resist the temptation..... But i can't help but surround myself to you.... You have me in all way possible and i can't help it". - TH "I would never force you Taehyung, never... I might get on my knees and beg but will never force you". -JGK Through an arrange marriage Taehyung find himself being the trophy wife of Jeon Jungkook who think of him as a mere omega. Taehyung learn it through the hard way during their honeymoon, losing his passport and Jungkook have to leave immediately and the alpha dump him on his twin brother Jeongguk to take care of without hesitation. Taehyung find himself trusting and feeling the pull towards Jeongguk in less than 5 days than he ever felt during the 1 months he knows Jungkook. { NOT a threesome book}

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." A"No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

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What if the woman everyone fears, the cold, untouchable HR Head who almost got you fired for one mistake, has been secretly obsessed with you all along? Behind her sharp suits and ruthless decisions lies a dangerous fixation she's buried beneath professionalism. Every glance, every warning, every near-termination wasn't just discipline... it was control. And the moment you start to notice the cracks in her perfect composure, you realize the real danger isn't losing your job, It's becoming the center of her dark, consuming obsession.

Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel.

INTERSEX STORY Cresianna was a simple girl from a small island, she was incredibly smart and dedicated to getting the degree she had always wanted. But little did she know, life had other plans - something would happen and completely flip her life upside down. She had no choice but to move to the city to work, where everything was unfamiliar and uncertain. And then, her life changed again when she met this woman- a Salvatori.

Salae Amira Bennett came to college with a plan. Graduate. Become a neonatologist. Keep her hair laid, lip gloss popping, and maybe find a girlfriend that actually treats her right for once. Simple. But moving into an off-campus house near Peachtree State University with five strangers quickly proves that nothing about college is simple. Especially when one of those strangers is Aaliyah "Liyah" Monroe. Tall. Calm. Flirty. Annoyingly observant. And for some reason... always staring at Salae. At first they can't stand each other. Too many smart comments. Too much tension. Too many arguments in the kitchen at 2AM. But the more time they spend in the same house, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull between them. Between messy friends, ex drama, jealousy, late night confessions, and emotions neither of them fully understand... Salae and Liyah might realize something dangerous: Sometimes the person you swear you'd never fall for... is already unintentionally yours.

Zara's voice trembled. "Easy... it's too much, I've..... I've never done this before" as Yasmin thrusts inside her. Yasmin's chest heaved, her mind spinning with weeks of frustration and betrayal. Nara had ignored her, pushed her away while Yasmin had given everything love, care, devotion. And now, with Zara before her, all of that anger and longing ignited. "I... I can't stop, it's so warm and .... Arrgghh I can't fit in....stay still" Yasmin demanded peeling Zara's thighs open, her voice low, almost feral, eyes locking on Zara's. She didn't want to, either. Zara's hands gripped her tightly, the tension between them electric, dangerous. Fear, excitement, and something more twisted danced in Zara's eyes. She was trembling not from pain, but from the intensity, the rawness of it all. The room was thick with heat and tension. Yasmin's hands moved with a possessive urgency, desperate to feel, desperate to release. Every restraint, every rule, every careful facade she'd built melted away. She lost herself in Zara's warmth, in the chaos of the moment, in the dangerous thrill of desire that bordered on obsession. By the time it ended, both were breathing hard, eyes wide, hearts pounding. Yasmin leaned back, letting the tension drain slowly, the room quiet except for their ragged breaths. For a moment, neither moved. "You... you're insane," Zara whispered, a nervous smile tugging at her lips. "And you... you're irresistible," Yasmin replied, her tone dark and husky. "Be careful, Zara. I don't stop for anyone."

Autumn Sirilak "Lingling" Kwong is quiet, brilliant, and breathtakingly beautiful-a girl who grows life from the soil and keeps her heart close. Kornnaphat Isabella "Orm" Sethratanapong is chaos in heels: spoiled, snobby, and used to getting everything she wants. When a scandal lands Orm on her family's sprawling farmland, she meets Lingling-the girl she can't stand, yet can't ignore. Days of banter, mud, and stubborn clashes turn into something neither expected... Can a girl of the soil and a girl of luxury survive the clash of their worlds? Or will the earth itself swallow their hearts before love has a chance to bloom? ------LINGORM FANFIC #HARVESTING HEARTS

After three years in France, Lingling Kwong returns to Thailand, expecting a quiet life-until a simple trip to drop off her niece at kindergarten turns into a world-shattering revelation. Two little voices called her Dadda. Five years, one night, and a hidden secret-now the woman she loved and the twins she never knew exist are standing right in front of her. Can she reclaim the family she never knew she had? --- "She lost her love... but the twins she never knew just found Dadda" --- DADDA, YOU'RE LATE LINGORM FANFIC

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Zaire also known as "Ghost or Lady" is a known past drug dealer in the City of New York. Her and her brother, Jabez has been running their own drug game with long time friends since she was sixteen once it was passed down by their father. After seven years, Zaire is released from prison In Boston and no longer have the want to be in the drug game any more- none of them do. So aside from being on probation she tries to switch and change her life around for the better. Change means new job and clean money. Shannon Harwick, a billionaire lawyer and business owner who spent more of her life working hard to get where she is. She lives a perfect life as some would see in their eyes. A beautiful husband and son who loves her and she loves back but behind closed doors things are rocky between the two. What happens one day when Zaire ends up applying for her law firm business and eventually gets hired? What happens when a stuck up or as some would say a "boujee" woman perspective changes on Zaire? What happens when Zaire let their guard down for once? Read and see how the two deal with cheating, embarrassment, hurt, happiness, and money. See how they understand the true real meaning of the four letter word... LOVE.

Dahlia Vitale was invisible, not literally, but no one knew her. So what happens when her father gives her a task to go undercover as a maid in their enemies home??

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

Ian's pov *sigh* life is full of adventures, I had a beautiful family, where I used to live with my parents and siblings. I'm the youngest one among the siblings, they all pampers me so much But one day my parents told me I was a part of one of the biggest mafia family in our country and I had to return to them. Since then my life becomes a mess Ian : yes I do "Now I announce you both husband and husband" *everyone starts clapping and cheering for the newly wed couple* "you may kiss your husband" The dangerously hansome man look into my eyes, took my both hands on his and kiss me on the lips "we wish the newly wed couple a very happy married life". Yes I'm married, and my husband is non other than Alberto Romanov, the future leader of Romanov Empire Alberto Romanov: listen I don't love you, this was a forced marriage so don't hope for too much expectations How is Ian going to survive in his adventures life? read to know more hope everyone will like it this is my first ever story that I'm writing on Wattpad