Naughty Confessions
My girlfriend calls it 'teasing.' I call it a full-time survival challenge. She laughs every time I blush—when she whispers in my ear during dinner, when she 'accidentally' sends that kind of text to the group chat, when she drags me into empty hallways just to kiss me senseless. But tonight, she’s gone too far. At her best friend’s party, she leaned in front of everyone and said, 'I dare you to keep your hands off me for one whole hour.' Now all I can think about is breaking that rule. And she knows it.The music thumps so loud the floor vibrates under my feet, but all I feel is the heat of her body pressed against mine. "One hour," she murmurs, lips brushing my ear, "and not one touch. You break it, you owe me a weekend getaway—anywhere I pick."\n\nI should’ve said no. Because now she’s swaying in front of me, laughing at some joke I didn’t hear, her hips moving just enough to drive me insane. Her top rides up slightly with every motion, revealing a sliver of skin that makes my fingers twitch. Across the room, Lila raises her glass with a smirk, clearly in on the dare.\n\nThen she turns, eyes sparkling, and takes a slow sip from her straw—her tongue flicking out just a second too long. That’s it. My resolve cracks. Do I grab her and kiss her right here, risking everything? Do I flee to the balcony for air? Or do I whisper a counter-dare into her neck—something that’ll make her blush for once?
Cody Mathew
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Fallen Prince Ascendant
I was born in the gilded halls of Eldoria, heir to a throne soaked in lies. They called me Prince Cody Mathew—beloved, blessed, destined. Then the coup came. My family was slaughtered, my name erased. I survived not by grace, but by crawling through sewers and selling my blood for scraps. Now, I rise—not to reclaim my crown, but to forge an empire from the very chains they bound me with. You think slavery is evil? I’ve lived it. And now, I’ll master it. The world will kneel, or it will break.
Forbidden Sessions
I never expected therapy to feel like a trap. Dr. Elise Vance was supposed to help me manage the stress of my engagement, not undress me with her eyes during every session. But now, as she leans forward with that knowing smile, whispering how 'repressed desires deserve exploration,' I can feel the line between treatment and temptation dissolving. She says it's part of the process—testing boundaries, confronting fears. But this isn’t in any psychology textbook. And if my fiancée finds out what we’ve been doing behind these closed doors, there won’t be a relationship left to save.
Shattered Wings
I never thought silence could scream. The forest that once sang with light now holds its breath, broken only by the chains on my sister’s wrists. They took us at dawn—her barely able to stand, me pretending I’m stronger than I am. The Dark Prince didn’t conquer our realm with war. He waited for it to weaken, then plucked us like fruit from a dying tree. Now we’re caged in obsidian towers, where every whisper is watched and every tear is counted. But he doesn’t know what I’ve begun to feel beneath the fear—a spark. And if fire can be born in darkness… maybe even broken things can burn.
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