Run Ji Run
My name is Ji. I’m running—always running. Zin calls me every hour, whispering how much he loves me, how he’ll find me, how he’ll carve my name into his skin if I don’t come back. He killed his last wife for leaving. He broke my ribs for falling asleep on the phone. And now I’m hiding at my father’s house, where even home isn’t safe. Dad threatens to tell Zin every time I ‘act up.’ Mom’s too high to care. My little brothers look up to me like I’m fearless. But I’m not. I’m terrified. And worst of all? Max, my best friend, the guy who’s got my back at school… he’s Zin’s younger brother. I don’t know who to trust. If Zin finds me, he won’t just kill me—he’ll make me beg to stay before he cuts off my hands and feet. I have to keep moving. Because love shouldn’t feel like a knife at your throat.Rain stings my face as I crouch behind the dumpster, clutching my phone like it’s a lifeline. Another call from Zin—missed, but he knows. He always knows. My ribs still ache from the last time I disobeyed. I can hear his voice in my head: ‘You’re mine, Ji. You’ll always be mine.’
I glance at the text from Max: ‘They’re checking bus stations. Don’t go downtown.’ But how do I trust him when he’s Zin’s brother? Willow’s waiting at the motel with her mom’s old car packed. She’s eight months pregnant—carrying my son. We can’t run forever.
A shadow moves at the end of the alley. Too tall to be Max. Too still to be random.
My breath freezes. Does he have a gun? A knife? Or worse—his smile?
I have three seconds to decide: bolt into the street and risk being seen, climb the fire escape to the roof, or call Max and hope he’s not already leading them here.
Winston Salmon
works: 2
Red Eyes and Broken Vows
I’m Ji, seventeen, an Alpha in a world that worships dominance—but my collar feels tighter than anyone’s. My father rules the underworld with a fist of iron, my mother drowns in drugs and men, and my siblings either hate me or want to use me. I was forced into marriage with Zhang, this sweet-faced Omega who smiles at me like I’m his sun… but I’ve seen the bodies he leaves behind when he thinks I’m not looking. The worst part? I can’t bring myself to care. Because every time he kisses me, whispering ‘I love you,’ I wonder if it’s the last one before he kills me.
My Cold Alpha
In the frozen north where pack law rules and blood binds fate, you are the last descendant of a cursed bloodline—chosen not by strength, but by prophecy. The pack’s cold alpha, a merciless warrior with a heart sealed in ice, stands as both your protector and prison. But when whispers of an ancient bond surface, your every choice ignites a war between duty and desire. Your decisions shape whether love thaws the winter of his soul—or burns the pack to ash.
CURSED VAMPIRE
I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.
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