Intersex Stories

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

✠═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═✠ 𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ✠═━┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈━═✠ The line between justice and vengeance grows thin, when pain drives the hand that acts. Ellianna King was born alongside her brother Royce King II in 1913. She was supposed to stay hidden. Rosalie Hale was meant to be worshipped, by everyone but her. They were destined to meet. Destined to fall in love. But destiny is not kind. Love becomes pain. Pain becomes purpose. And purpose, in the end, becomes something ruthless. Rosalie Hale x G!P OC

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

Astrid Lucien Lysander, a brilliant doctor with a heart that burns too fiercely, has everything she thought she wanted - a career built on compassion and a boyfriend who loves her without condition. But when she crosses paths with Zammirah Veyraux, a powerful businesswoman who hides her loneliness behind elegance and control, desire sparks where it shouldn't. In a world where love can heal or destroy, Astrid must choose between the safe life she's built... and the dangerous pull of the woman who could unravel it all.

Robin Anderson had no plans that night except surviving another concert her friends dragged her to. Crowds weren't her thing. Pop music wasn't her thing. But Sabrina Carpenter definitely was. When Sabrina's eyes met hers across the arena - and she was pulled onstage to play "Juno" -something electric sparked between them. Something real. Something neither of them could explain. Robin's world is one of structure and quiet discipline. Sabrina's life is chaos wrapped in glitter and spotlights. They couldn't be more different, yet somehow, they fit. What starts as a dangerous flirtation turns into something real. Late-night messages. Secret hotel rooms. A love that's both beautiful and destructive. Robin's discipline is no match for Sabrina's charm, and Sabrina's world isn't built for something this raw, this honest. But fame has its price, and the past doesn't like to stay buried. When old wounds and jealous hearts resurface, Robin and Sabrina have to fight for their love - or risk losing each other to the darkness waiting in the wings. Opposite Attracts is a slow-burn, passionate romance about finding love in the unlikeliest place, holding onto it through the chaos, and learning that sometimes the strongest bonds are the ones the world doesn't understand.

A continuation of the first book.

Managing a multi-million dollar company was exhausting, but Kim Minjeong always found her comfort in the small, soft routines she shared with Ning Yizhuo. They were the perfect, healthy couple-until the bedroom door closed, and the rules changed into a game of power and control they both secretly craved. ​But when an absolute trainwreck of a day at the office leaves Minjeong drowning in stress, a boundary is crossed. Ningning goes to a crowded bar without an answer, and Minjeong's protective instincts take over. A single text left on read for just five minutes sparks a chain reaction of panic, leading to thirteen missed calls on a rainy night. ​Two points of view. One chaotic night. And a confrontation at home where a very bad girl will have to face the sweet, dominant consequences of her actions. [Winter is intersex!!!]

When Jai left the neighborhood without a word, she became a ghost no one could trace not even Renae, the woman she left behind. Years later, Jai returns with shadows still clinging to her past and a storm quietly burning in her chest. But secrets don't stay buried forever. As old threats resurface and forbidden truths come to light, Jai must confront what drove her away and Renae has to decide who she trusts when love and loyalty are no longer on the same side. A slow-burn hood romance tangled in betrayal, survival, and the kind of love that never lets go.

25 year old Y/N goes out to celebrate her birthday and meets a older fine women who may be a little to mature for her. After one night alone Y/N can't seem to let her go and fights to keep her attention.

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

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Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

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." "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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One hides her pain behind loud music and late nights. The other hides her loneliness behind fake smiles and endless flings. A bar girl who has spent her whole life surviving in a cruel world... and a reckless playgirl who never believed in love.What starts with teasing, fights, and attraction slowly turns into something deeper-something terrifyingly real. But when dark pasts, secrets, and emotional scars begin to surface, will they heal each other... or destroy each other completely? A story filled with passion, heartbreak, chaos, and a love neither of them ever saw coming.✨ . . . . . . it's beckfreen 🎀

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. #1 in older women- 4th May.

Reincarnation is a cosmic lottery, and this time I've won a medieval village, a twin brother who collects other people's undergarments as though they were sacred relics, and a newborn's body that collapses if I use more than 5% of my own power. Brilliant. Splendid. Marvellous. Well. I have been an empress, a cultivator, a goddess, a dragon, and at least three things that have no name in any civilised tongue. I have governed sects, empires, and at least one dimension that would rather not be mentioned. I have survived wars, apocalypses, and cultivation masters who considered suicide missions a perfectly sound pedagogical method. My plan, then, is simple: pretend to be a normal child, drink my tea in peace, and refrain from destroying anything of structural importance. Eos, my intelligent system, puts the probability of that working out at 12%. She's being optimistic.

After living in poverty for most of her life, Rosalind McDaniels accomplished her dreams of success when she became a doctor, she then continued to live her life until it was tragically cut short. When she awoke, she discover that she was reborn in A Song of Ice and Fire, years before the Dance of Dragons and was know as the never-before-existing daughter of King Viserys I Taragaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower, Princess Lilyanna Targaryen. Or The story of how a modern woman must work her hardest to save the House of the Dragon from itself and all others that mean to do it harm. ⚠️G!P⚠️ *Disclaimer* I DO NOT OWN ANY THING ASSOCIATED WITH A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R. MARTIN

Y/n know she isn't the best at keeping it in her pants. She never cheated, God no, but she would either switch partner when she get bored or have multiples hook up. What happen when a certain Canadian don't let her get what she wants? And that certain Canadian end up being her boss G!p intersex reader

Freen is the Prime Minister's daughter, fearless, chaotic, spoiled, and never serious about anyone. her heart? Untouched. Waiting. Becky is a village girl, introvert, shy, invisible to the world, too kind for her own good. She's never known what it feels like to be someone's priority. One wrong turn. One glance and the most fearless girl in Thailand finally found the one person who made her knees weak. But love isn't free when one comes from a mansion and the other from a mud house. "Live here. No money. No privilege. 6 months. Prove it or lose her forever." Can a spoiled city girl survive farming, village rules, and a father who wants her gone? Can a shy village girl learn to speak up when someone finally gives her a reason to?