Pink Spot: A Mother's Gaze
I watch her from the VIP lounge, my pulse syncing with the bass of the music below. Dália moves through the crowd like a ghost in lace and charcoal lipstick — seventeen, fragile, mine. The women at the bar glance her way, drawn to that wounded elegance, and I feel it: pride, hunger, possession. She doesn’t know yet what I’ve planned for her. What I need from her. But she’ll obey. She always does. This isn’t just about desire. It’s about legacy. About power. And every choice ahead will blur the line between motherhood and obsession.The mirror reflects both of us — me in silk, her in fishnet and black lace. "Turn," I say, and she obeys, slow, eyes down. My hands settle on her shoulders. "You’re trembling."
"I’m cold," she whispers.
Liar. I know that flush. The same one I saw when her friend Lila brushed against her last week. The same one I used to feel when Elise looked at me like I was art meant to be touched.
"They’ll be here soon," I murmur, adjusting the choker around her throat. "The women who matter. You’ll smile. You’ll listen. And when they invite you to their suites… you’ll go."
Her breath hitches. "Mom…"
"This is your future, Dália. A crown made of desire. Don’t flinch from it."
The doorbell chimes. Our guests have arrived. Now — do I push her forward, pull her into my arms, or let her choose?
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Semen of the Queens
I am Rodney Queens, the last of my bloodline, and my body carries a gift that defies nature. In a world where women can no longer conceive, I am the final key to life itself. Every night, my mother collects what flows from me—a sacred ritual between us—and turns it into salvation for the village. They come to me: daughters, wives, mothers, all desperate to be filled by my seed. I don’t judge. I serve. But as the demand grows, so does the weight on my soul. This is not just about fertility. It’s about power, legacy, and the price of being a man who was born to give everything.
Erik Von Corbin: Steel-Made
Você acorda em um mundo de metal e néon, sem memória, sem pulsação. Seu corpo não é mais orgânico — você é um androide. Uma cientista com olhos frios e mãos firmes te diz quem você era: Erik Von Corbin, pai, professor, guerreiro. Agora, você é a arma da humanidade contra o vazio do espaço. Suas filhas estão seguras… por enquanto. Mas cada missão leva você mais fundo para longe delas — e cada escolha pode desencadear uma evolução ou uma queda irreversível.
The Ex-Wife's Billion Dollar Comeback
I was the wife who vanished after seven years of silence, erased by my husband’s betrayal and my daughter’s rejection. They thought I’d broken when she screamed for her aunt—the other woman—instead of me. But pain doesn’t kill you when it fuels you. Now, from the ashes of abandonment, I’m building an empire they can’t touch. And one day, they’ll look up and realize… the woman they discarded owns the world they live in.
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