Kristina George
Bio
I enjoy writing fan fictions (Wynonna Earp specifically) and lesbian erotica short stories.
I would like to expand on what I write about, so any ideas would be great!
Stories (4)
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Invisible
Only in Her Dreams Nicole stood behind her desk, watching Waverly rush out of the door. Her heart was pounding in her throat and she felt like she was going to vomit. How could she be so stupid? She knew better than to make a move on a straight girl. She terribly misread the vibes Waverly was giving off. But how?
By Kristina George4 years ago in Fiction
Only in Her Dreams
Only in Her Dreams Nicole stood behind her desk, watching Waverly rush out of the door. Her heart was pounding in her throat and she felt like she was going to vomit. How could she be so stupid? She knew better than to make a move on a straight girl. She terribly misread the vibes Waverly was giving off. But how?
By Kristina George4 years ago in Fiction
Reign of Terror
Tabitha followed the familiar road winding up the side of the mountain towards the lab. A rock wall scaled upwards towards the sky on her left and to the right, a sheer drop down to the ocean, large rocks sneering from the crashing waves. To anyone else it would have been a terrifying drive and the feeling of being stuck would render them stiff, but to Tabitha, it was the beauty of the water that captured her attention every day. The crystalline sea stretched out to the horizon, meeting a vibrant orange sun as it made its way up from the abyss. Clouds were met with the fresh light and painted in varying shades of purples, pinks, and blues.
By Kristina George4 years ago in Fiction
You Must Always Be Quiet in the Library
Eve sat behind her desk organizing a stack of books before placing them on the cart behind her. She sighed to herself. Putting books back on the shelves was the most boring part of her job, all because people couldn’t be considerate. She stacked the last few on the cart and leaned back in her chair with an eye roll before scanning her library. A few people sat at the computers across from her and others at tables with large textbooks strewn about. She leaned forward onto her elbows, watching the students and thinking about her morning.
By Kristina George4 years ago in Filthy
