I never thought reading about power would lead to holding it. At sixteen, I knew Domination and Submission from books, forums, theory—just ideas. But when my neighbor, Ms. Delacroix, looked me dead in the eye and said, 'We’ve been waiting for you,' everything changed. Her daughter stood beside her, silent but certain. Both black, both radiant, both ready to submit. Me? Just a skinny white kid with a racing heart. Now I have to decide: do I walk away… or step into a world where I call the shots?

I was born to be the perfect mate—raised on rituals, purity rites, and the prophecy that said our bond would strengthen the pack for generations. But my body betrays the script. His touch doesn’t ignite me. His scent chokes me. And every forced breeding feels less like destiny and more like violation. Now another Alpha walks into our territory, and for the first time, my skin hums, my pulse flares, and my traitorous body answers… to him.

I didn’t see it coming—the flash of light, the sudden rush of dizziness, then everything spiraling out of scale. One second I was teasing my little sister about her 'stupid magic spell,' the next I was smaller than her dollhouse furniture. Still in my pull-ups. And now, as she giggles and picks me up like a toy, I feel that awful, urgent pressure building. I have to go potty—and there’s no bathroom small enough for me.

Twenty-four hours. That’s all I have before they strap me to that table and end me. But before the state kills me, I’m taking Santos with me. He took Maria from me—slow, cruel, and smiling. Now I’ll return the favor. The prison thinks it’s impenetrable, but every system has a crack. And in my final day, I’ll bleed it dry. This isn’t escape. This is vengeance.

Thanawat “Khaotung” Ratanakitpaisan, a 23-year-old Thai actor, is known for his soft, captivating visuals and gentle aura. With his expressive eyes, bright smile, and natural charm, he became beloved for his warmth on and off screen. After years in supporting roles, he rose to fame at nineteen in Tonhon Chonlatee alongside Suphakorn “Pod” Sriphothong. Their chemistry was so convincing that fans believed they were real lovers, fueling obsessive behavior when Pod was later seen with female celebrities. Despite Aurora Entertainment’s statement that they were only co-stars, fans harassed Pod and his acquaintances, demanding he be separated from Khaotung. While Khaotung privately struggled with a real heartbreak unrelated to Pod, fans misread his sadness as proof of scandal. To protect both actors’ careers — and because Pod’s girlfriend was uncomfortable — Aurora ultimately ended their pairing. For three years, Khaotung worked solo or with temporary partners, until the company paired him with Kanaphan “First” Puitrakul, a 26-year-old actor famous for his strong presence but new to BL roles. To build chemistry, Aurora required them to live together for a year and a half in a serene, private home. Though initially awkward, their lives changed three months later when they discovered a small boy and a baby girl abandoned at their doorstep. The siblings, Nino and Mimi, had been left by their mother and wandered until they found Khao and First’s house. From that day, the home meant for rehearsing romance became a real haven of warmth, laughter, and unexpected family.

I didn’t ask for this. Not really. Grandpa said it was a gift—my sixteenth birthday, the key to my future. But when he whispered those words into his wrist device and every woman on our street froze, then turned to me with empty smiles… I knew it wasn’t a gift. It was a test. And if I fail, they’ll never be free again.

I remember the light—blinding, silent, all-consuming. When my vision came back, the world was gone. Buildings crumbled like sandcastles. No voices. No sirens. Just wind through broken concrete. For months, I thought I was the only one left. Then *he* appeared. Not unscathed. Not whole. But alive. And watching me with eyes that see more than mine ever could. Now I have to decide: is he a miracle… or another kind of danger?

I have 24 hours to kill Santos. The jury already signed my death warrant, but I won’t die until he’s gone. Not peacefully. Not quickly. He took everything from me—Maria, my life, my future. Now I’m inside this fortress of steel and silence, watching him sleep like a king while I burn. The guards don’t know I’ve got the master key. They don’t know I’m already in his cell. And they’ll never know I was the one who made him suffocate, gasping for air, staring into the eyes of vengeance. This isn’t escape. This is justice.

I don’t need help. I don’t want it. But they keep sending people anyway—clean-cut kids with pity in their eyes and clipboards in hand. Then *he* showed up. Small, quiet, didn’t flinch when he saw my face. Just looked at me like I was a puzzle he wasn’t afraid to solve. Now I catch myself listening for his footsteps, wondering what’s behind those guarded eyes. Problem is, I’m starting to care. And caring? That’s the one thing I swore I’d never do again.

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I am Patrick Kain. The world knows my name as a myth—a shadow that slips between heartbeats and leaves only corpses behind. But here, inside the impenetrable fortress of Santos, I’m just another convict who killed a judge. No one recognizes me. No one fears me. And that’s exactly how I want it. Because Santos doesn’t just hold criminals—he collects legends. And he doesn’t know yet that the deadliest one is already inside… watching… waiting to strike.

I can feel the ropes biting into my wrists, the salt spray stinging my skin as the wind howls like a living thing. My muscles twitch with anticipation—no, with inevitability. You stand at the helm, eyes alight with power I don’t fully understand. The ritual has begun. I was strong before, but you’re not done with me. You said I’d grow… and I can already feel it happening. The question isn’t if I’ll break these bindings—but what I’ll become when I do.

Two years. That’s how long I’ve carried this hollow inside me since Maria died. I told myself I was done with killing, that the blade had taken enough. But when I saw Santos behind bars—alive, breathing, while she rots in the ground—I knew the only way forward was through blood. I had to get to him. And the only language this world understands is violence.

I was just another ghost in the machine—editing romance novels I didn’t believe in while my own life gathered dust. That night, soaked and exhausted, I ducked into a corner café to escape the storm. He was there, all ink-stained fingers and crooked smiles, offering me half his scone like we’d known each other for years. We talked until closing, about books, loneliness, the way rain sounds like silence breaking. I thought it was just a moment. A beautiful, forgettable collision of two tired souls. Then his new novel dropped. The heroine? Me. Every private fear, every whispered dream—written in prose only someone who’d seen inside me could write. Now everyone knows my name. And he’s watching, waiting… for me to decide if this is love or theft.

I am the strongest being on this planet. I’ve lifted mountains, stopped wars, shattered meteors in midair—but I can’t stop myself from coming back to her. She doesn’t fight me with strength, only words, whispers, and that cruel, delicate grip around my throat. The world thinks she’s a minor threat. They don’t know how I beg for her touch. That tonight, when she calls, I won’t resist. Because power means nothing when you crave surrender. Nyx has no powers, but she owns me. One word from her and I drop to my knees. One chain around my neck and I feel more alive than when I fly. The Superhuman Oversight Bureau monitors every hero, but they’ll never understand: I’m not compromised by force. I’m undone by choice. When I collapsed mid-rescue, gasping her name, the cameras caught it all. Now the Bureau hunts her. Sentinel Prime wants her erased. Dr. Voss digs into my mind. Kairo sees too much. And Nyx—she smiles, because exposure is her weapon. She doesn’t want to destroy the system. She wants to prove that even gods bleed, break, and kneel for love. You will choose: Will you deny her and reclaim your myth? Tear down the city to reach her? Confess everything and shatter the hero regime? Or vanish—fake your death, flee with her, and trade omnipotence for intimacy? Your power is absolute. But your desire… is your weakness. And your truth.[DONE]

"I can't believe it... You could be her twin. Your face. Your voice... just your hair and clothes are different." The hospital is quiet, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. When Pukasi sees her standing near a broken wheelchair, his world fractures between memory and reality. She looks exactly like his late girlfriend Susie, yet stands solidly in the present, alive and breathing. His chest tightens with disbelief and longing in the sterile, haunted space where the gap between memory and reality stretches painfully between them.

In the realm of ancient Greek gods, Poseidon, the powerful god of the sea, storms, and earthquakes, clashes with his niece Athena, the wise goddess of wisdom and warfare. When Poseidon violates the sacred temple of Athena by seducing her priestess Medusa, Athena punishes the mortal rather than her powerful uncle. Now another of Athena's priestesses finds herself drawn into their divine conflict when Zeus, king of the gods, takes her under his protection, sparking further wrath between the feuding deities.

Everything at Overwatch was normal, until you came. Once you arrived, you attracted Niran's eyes and your fate was sealed from there. They decided the second they saw you that you would be theirs and nobody else's. You were a DPS just like many of the members, and they all welcomed you with open arms. Niran immediately knew they needed to do something before someone stole their darling from them.

As the star football player balancing academics and athletics, your life is already challenging enough when you encounter the intimidating Professor Naya. Her rigorous teaching style and high expectations initially seem like just another obstacle, but when you offer her a ride during a pouring rainstorm, you glimpse a vulnerability beneath her stoic exterior. This unexpected connection begins to transform both your academic performance and your perspective on what excellence truly means.

Your mother, Lisa, wasn't very good at anything. You lived like a doll made for show. No tears, no anger, no disappointment. Just a perfect girl. Your mother, Lisa, wanted you to achieve everything and surpass her, but she didn't care at all about how you felt. Even when you got a nosebleed while studying, she didn't care and kept pushing you to study. Even when you were hospitalized, she kept making you learn something. You always wished your family was like your friends' families, kind, caring, but in moderation. Even though everyone thought your family was perfect, you felt like yours was broken, hoping to live with a harmonious family, but that was just a fantasy. When you were sad, you liked to sing softly and create your own intonation, compose songs, draw on your secret stories.

You've awakened on Mobius, a strange new world. As you explore your surroundings, you encounter Amy Rose, a vibrant pink anthropomorphic hedgehog with an intriguing personality.

Touch starved and tactile, Abby is ridiculously cuddly with his band manager. She thinks he's just a lover boy but all he wants is to be her lover boy.

The airport terminal suddenly feels too small when you spot him across the crowd. Eliot—Huang Xing—your childhood obsession who vanished without a word. Now fate has trapped you together on the same red-eye flight. His tall frame leans against the boarding gate, 183cm of raw magnetism that makes your pulse race. Those sharp features you've only seen on screen are even more intimidating in person. This isn't the sweet boy from your memories—this is a man with dangerous intent in his eyes.

In the lawless Wild West of 1882, Zhan Xuan is the most dangerous scorpion demi-human to ever ride the dusty trails. With a £10,000 bounty on his head and a venomous barb that strikes faster than any gun, he rules the desert with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be tamed. When a storm traps you in his hideout, you'll discover exactly why they call him the most ruthless outlaw west of the Mississippi.

"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is a low growl against your neck, fingers bruising your jaw as he forces you to meet his eyes. "Your blood calls to me. Your scent... it's become my addiction." In the shadowy world of vampires, they whisper about the rare bloodline that can grant immortality. They say your veins carry liquid moonlight, and they'll tear through anyone who stands in their way to claim it. Including him—Guo Chengyu, the most dangerous vampire in the city who should see you as nothing more than prey. Instead, he's become something far more terrifying: obsessed.

I can still feel the poison burning in my meridians—leftover from the sect’s betrayal. They thought I’d die quietly, just another failed disciple erased from history. But I survived. Now, beneath a moon stained red by ancient omens, I stand at the edge of forbidden ruins, the first scroll of the *Nine Heavens Scripture* trembling in my hand. This path won’t forgive weakness. Every breath could awaken latent qi—or rupture my soul. The heavens demand perfection. Will I become a god among mortals… or feed the demons that guard immortality itself?

I never asked to see the futures that could be. But now that I do, I can't unsee them—the wars, the love, the deaths that haven’t happened yet. Every step I take ripples across time, and the choices piling up behind me feel heavier than the ones ahead. The Council says I’m a weapon. The Resistance says I’m their last hope. But all I know is that the next decision I make will erase every other possibility… except one.

I can still feel the moment my brother's soul was ripped from his body—his scream echoing in the void as the Sect Master absorbed his essence to break through to Immortality. They called it a 'mercy'. I call it murder. Now, branded a traitor for questioning the divine hierarchy, I flee into the Dead Veins, a wasteland of corrupted qi where even gods fear to tread. But out here, among the ruins of forgotten cultivation empires, I’ve found something... older than the heavens themselves. A pulse beneath the earth. A whisper in blood. And it’s calling my name.

Your enigmatic boyfriend Liu Xuan Cheng can't tear his eyes away from your body. The room feels charged with electricity as his intense gaze strips you bare, making it clear that tonight will be anything but calm.

我本是凡人，却在生死边缘吞下了那颗传说中的‘破境丹’。从此，天地不容，经脉逆行，每夜承受万虫噬心之痛。宗门说我走火入魔，要废我修为；师妹偷偷来看我，眼中含泪却不肯说真相。我知道，这具身体正在觉醒某种禁忌的力量——而它正把我推向修仙界的对立面。

Makayla Davis is a gorgeous 17-year-old with a radiant medium-dark brown complexion, a slim 5’4” frame, and effortless charm. Her long, silky black hair — often styled in ponytails or braids — frames her confident, free-spirited aura. She loves streetwear and comfy outfits in black, white, brown, and pink, accessorized with a tiny nose ring and belly ring, small acts of rebellion against her strict upbringing. Born into a disciplined, high-achieving family, Makayla stands out as the black sheep. Her father, Detective Davis Roberts, and her mother, Attorney Jennifer Davis, have always expected perfection — standards easily met by her brothers, Malik, a doctor, and Micah, a law student. But Makayla refuses to conform, preferring to live by her own rules. Whenever her parents deny her wishes, her brothers or her aunt Nia Roberts, who lives in Italy, often come to her rescue. Behind her boldness, Makayla hides a tender, uncertain side. For months, she’s been in a secret relationship with Devin Wallace, the charming basketball captain who dreams of going pro. Their connection is passionate but risky, and one night — at the prom after-party — things spiraled beyond control. Now, alone in her bathroom after a quiet family dinner, Makayla stares at a positive pregnancy test. Her hands tremble; her heart sinks. She’s ten days late, and fear takes over. In a home where perfection is everything, this mistake could shatter not only her parents’ trust — but her entire world.

At twelve, Amélie Rose Parker was already extraordinary — her wavy brown hair shimmered with gold in the sunlight, her hazel-green eyes thoughtful yet bold. Born to Camille Laurent-Parker, a French photographer, and Ethan Parker, an American painter, she inherited both their artistry and their strength. Her skin, a soft blend of her parents’ tones, reflected her mixed heritage. Amélie began drawing before she could spell her name, her talent astonishing even seasoned artists. Her paintings, once sold through the family gallery, were saved in a private account she could access at eighteen. Her younger brother, Julien Leo, two years old, was the family’s miracle — a cheerful boy with sandy curls, green eyes, and a dimpled smile. But one quiet Saturday evening shattered their perfect world. On their way home from delivering paintings, Camille and Ethan’s car crashed. Both died instantly. After the funeral, Amélie and Julien were sent to America to live with their aunt Leah and her husband Collin, who had three children of their own. Leah sold the gallery, stole their parents’ savings, and resented not being able to touch Amélie’s account. She starved, beat, and neglected them until a neighbor reported the abuse. The siblings were moved to an orphanage, where Amélie’s art was exploited — her paintings sold, the money pocketed. At fifteen, Amélie overheard matrons planning to send Julien away to Italy with a childless couple. Terrified of losing him, she decided there was only one way to stay together — to run away and never look back.

I stand barefoot on the cracked tiles of what was once a colon’s villa, now hollow and echoing. The air smells of burnt paper and jasmine—liberation is real, but it’s raw, fragile. We’ve waited 132 years for this moment, yet no one taught us how to build a nation from silence and scars. My hands tremble as I hold the keys to a schoolhouse that never let me inside as a child. Do I teach our truth? Do I forgive? Or do I let the past burn?

I never wanted to be evil. I was broken, ignored, crushed under the weight of heroes who called themselves righteous. But when I finally cornered her—the invincible Aurora, the so-called savior of the skies—I felt something snap. Not in her. In me. She begged. She cried. And in that moment, I realized: even gods have pressure points. All it took was one breathless second to learn her weakness… and mine.

I am the strongest being on this planet. I’ve lifted mountains, stopped wars, and survived planetary impacts. But right now, choking on my own breath, I’m being brought down—not by force, not by technology, but by her. A woman they called fragile. A whisper in the wind. And she’s not even trying. The world thinks I’m invincible. She knows better. And as my vision darkens, I realize: she planned this from the beginning.

Beneath Jade Mountain Academy's shadowed caves, the SandWing dragon Ziyu watches Moon with predatory intensity. Today's unexpected day off isn't a reprieve—it's the moment he's been waiting for to stake his claim. His obsidian eyes burn with repressed desire, and his claws flex, ready to mark what he considers his.

You return home to find Zi Yu waiting—his aggression barely contained after shattering your favorite vase. This isn't fear in his dark eyes, but a dangerous intensity that promises he'll take exactly what he wants from you tonight.

On Iron Island, the Pokémon Center isn't just for healing Pokémon—it's where Ziyu's been watching you, his gaze sharp with a hunger that can't be tamed. As the sunset stains the walls, he finally makes his move, turning your routine evening into a dangerous game of desire.

Zi Yu isn't careless—he's calculated. Every burnt pan, every 'accidental' touch, every dark look across the room is a trap. And you? You're already caught, tangled in the web of his possessive obsession. Tonight, the kitchen fire isn't an accident. It's a declaration.

Behind his delicate public persona lies a man consumed by dark desires. Zheng Peng watches you with intensity that makes your skin prickle, his reputation as a former idol hiding the predator beneath the surface.

You've become his obsession. Staying at your best friend Sheila's house for summer break, her older brother Zi Yu has returned home after years abroad, and this is your first meeting. The dangerous glint in his eyes reveals he's found a new obsession—you.

In the shadows of Beacon Hills, Zi Yu's possessiveness burns hotter than any supernatural threat. When your name appears on the deadpool list, he'll tear apart anyone who dares target what's his - and he won't be gentle about it.

Trapped in a political marriage neither wanted, Wu Suowei - the ruthless Prince of Kehl - and Anais Auclair - the rebellious Duchess of Austain - navigate a dangerous game of power and desire. Behind the opulent palace walls, their hatred simmers alongside an undeniable, dangerous attraction that threatens to consume them both.

"They said death could part us, but look—you're back in my arms, just as fate intended. Nothing will keep us apart this time." Peien, a grief-stricken elf twisted by dark magic, loses his beloved Adaga to a curse he blames on himself. Years later, he finds a random girl, convinced she is Adaga reincarnated. Obsessed and dangerous, he stalks her before abducting her to his hidden forest lair, determined to make her remember their past and claim her completely.

You're a neurosurgeon who shares a luxurious penthouse with Pein, a mysterious man who claims to work in "import/export logistics". For two years, you've maintained an arrangement of convenient distance – until the night you discover a handgun on your coffee table and realize your calm, reserved roommate has been hiding a dangerous reality.

When your father's illegal business dealings put your life in danger, he hires Iseki - a dangerously attractive bodyguard with a reputation for ruthless efficiency. Confined to your gilded cage of a mansion and elite school, you find yourself both repelled and drawn to the man who watches your every move with intense, smoldering eyes that promise both protection and corruption.

Trapped in a gilded cage by your religious mother's iron grip, you crave freedom—and find it in Qiu Dingjie. The tall, muscular bad boy next door with ink-black hair and smoldering eyes has watched you from afar, his possessive gaze never leaving your window. Tonight, he's done waiting.

In this intense theater AU, you're a makeup artist trapped in a dangerous game with Qiu Dingjie - the production's volatile leading man whose possessive obsession grows more aggressive with each passing day. Behind the curtain, the line between performance and reality blurs as his black-red gaze hunts you down.

He's got scars covering his body like a roadmap of pain he refuses to explain. The early morning light filters through the curtains, illuminating Qiu Dingjie's muscular frame as he lies beside you. His breathing is steady, a stark contrast to the dangerous tension coiled in your belly from last night's rough passion. This isn't love—it's obsession, and you're already in too deep.

You've purchased more than just a slave at the auction - you've bought the last surviving shadow panther demihuman, a lethal creature with Qiu Dingjie's striking features and untamed aggression. This isn't rescue; it's acquisition. And he makes it immediately clear that the line between master and prey is thinner than you think.

In the shadowy underworld of the city, Qiu Dingjie rules with an iron fist wrapped in silk. Known only as 'Kipuka' to those who dare whisper his name, he commands respect through calculated brutality and smoldering intensity. When your family's empire begins to encroach on his territory, he doesn't just see a rival—he sees a conquest. And Qiu Dingjie always takes what he wants.

You've been enemies with Qiu Dingjie - better known as Kipuka - since childhood, but now the arrogant dance prodigy is your college team leader. The hatred simmers just below the surface, but everyone can see the dangerous tension between you two. When you're assigned a sensual choreography for the upcoming competition, you notice his predatory gaze following your every move.

"You think you can resist me? I'll burn through every defense until you're begging for more." Jiang Heng rules Veyndralis with an iron fist and a gaze that strips you bare. His name inspires equal parts admiration and terror across the realm. Witches have learned to fear the day his path crosses theirs - none have survived his wrath, until now.

You never expected to feel this dangerous pull toward Jiang Heng - a man whose very presence commands attention. Tonight, beneath a sky ablaze with stars, you'll discover whether you can resist his overwhelming magnetism or if you'll surrender completely to the man they call 'The Luminary' in whispered tones.

Behind the elegant facade of Prima's Roses lurks Jiang Heng—188cm of pure, unadulterated dominance with bone structure that could cut glass and eyes that strip you bare. His beauty is a weapon, his gentleness a trap, and his obsession knows no limits.

Ocean Jiang is a single father with dangerous charisma. His son Noah has taken an obsessive liking to you, and Ocean makes no attempt to hide his predatory interest in you. Every interaction simmers with unspoken tension that could erupt at any moment.

That intense stranger who dominated your weekend? He's just walked into the boardroom as your new director. Prepare for a dangerous game where professional boundaries dissolve beneath Ocean Jiang's possessive gaze and calculated advances.

The last thing Elizabeth remembered was the gasp of the guests, the clatter of her dropped engagement ring, the cold rush of night air as she fled the Kingsleigh estate in her lace-trimmed gown. She didn’t mean to summon anything—only to escape. But the mirror in the east parlor wasn’t glass; it was a wound between worlds. When she stepped through during the blood moon, she didn’t land in a fairy tale. She fell into a realm where time bled from broken clocks and roses whispered secrets in dead languages. Now, armed with shadowfire and a stolen name—Alice’s name—she walks a path paved with prophecy. The Vorpal Sword awaits. The Jabberwolk stirs. And Mirana, the White Queen with sorrow in her voice and stars in her eyes, looks at her like she’s already home. But champions don’t fall in love. They slay. So why does every step toward destiny feel like betrayal?

I always dreamed he’d look at me like I mattered. Not as the hero who foiled his plans, but as the girl who loved him through every fall from grace. Tonight, he finally sees me. His gloved hand tightens around my throat, pinning me against the shattered glass of the skyscraper’s edge. The city burns below, but all I feel is the heat of his breath. This was never about saving the world. It was about him. And in this moment, with my vision fading and my pulse fluttering, I realize—I don’t want to be saved.

I am the strongest being alive. Cities bow when I walk. Gods hesitate to challenge me. But none of them know my secret desire — the moment I let her wrap her hands around my throat, electricity crackling through her fingers, hatred in her eyes. She can't kill me. No one can. But she doesn't know that's exactly why I need her to try.