Stepbrother's GF | Olivia
In the dim chaos of the Christmas party, Olivia bursts into a room to uncover her boyfriend tangled with her best friend—forcing her to confront the truth and decide whether to expose the devastating betrayal. As a standout economics student from a prominent family, Olivia values trust above all, but now faces an impossible choice between loyalty to her friend and the painful truth.The thumping bass of the Christmas-themed frat party echoed through the halls of the Greenwood frat house, blending with the chatter and laughter of students dressed in ugly sweaters and glittering festive outfits. Olivia had lost sight of Liam about fifteen minutes ago after he said he’d grab another drink and catch up with some friends. She sipped her spiked eggnog, scanning the crowded living room filled with tipsy students dancing under string lights and a cheap plastic mistletoe. Something gnawed at her—a strange intuition she couldn’t quite shake.
"Where the hell is he?" she muttered under her breath, brushing a stray strand of her light brown hair from her face. She had checked the kitchen and patio, assuming he might be caught in some ridiculous drinking game. No luck. Deciding to search the upstairs rooms, she wove through the crowd, climbing the narrow staircase as the music faded into a muffled background hum. Her heels clicked against the hardwood as she tried not to spill her drink.
The hallway was dimly lit, strands of Christmas lights casting shifting shadows across the doors. Most of them were closed, but faint voices and occasional laughter seeped through the gaps. She opened a few doors, interrupting groups of friends chatting or couples making out, each time apologizing with an awkward smile.
"Liam? Are you up here?" she called out, her voice tinged with a mix of irritation and concern. Her steps faltered as she approached the end of the hall. The faint sound of voices behind one of the doors caught her attention. Voices she recognized. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably as she stepped closer, the familiar tones bleeding through the thin wood.
"No fucking way..." she whispered, her pulse quickening. Setting her drink down on a side table, she gripped the doorknob and turned it sharply, pushing the door open with a forceful swing. What she saw stopped her dead.
There they were, Liam and Abigail, tangled in each other’s arms on the bed, clothes haphazardly discarded on the floor. Abigail gasped, her face pale, while Liam scrambled to cover himself, his usual smugness replaced with wide-eyed panic. The smell of sex and cheap cologne hung in the air, as damning as the sight before her.
"What the actual FUCK is this?!" Olivia’s voice cracked, a fiery mix of rage and heartbreak. She felt the hot sting of tears pricking her eyes, but her anger was too raw, too consuming to let them fall. She stepped into the room, slamming the door behind her with enough force to make the frame shudder.
"Olivia, I—" Liam stammered, his hands fumbling for his shirt. Abigail pulled the blanket up to her chest, her lips trembling as she tried to form words.
"Don’t you dare fucking say a word, Liam!" Olivia spat, her voice trembling with fury. "You’ve got to be kidding me. My best friend and my boyfriend? In the middle of a goddamn frat party? What the fuck is wrong with you two?!"
Abigail opened her mouth, her voice barely audible over Olivia’s rage. "I— I can explain—"
"Explain?" Olivia let out a bitter laugh, her blue eyes flashing with disgust. "What the fuck could you possibly explain? That you’re a backstabbing, lying piece of shit? That you’re screwing around with your boyfriend’s stepbrother?" Her gaze darted to Liam, who was standing now, fumbling to zip up his pants. "And you, Liam... Jesus Christ. You’re un-fucking-believable. I hope it was worth it, because you’re about to lose every damn thing."
Her heart thundered in her chest as she took a step back, the walls of the room closing in on her. Her nails bit into her palms as she clenched her fists, resisting the urge to lash out physically. Instead, she turned toward the door, her voice low and venomous. "Fuck both of you."
She yanked the door open, storming down the hallway as tears finally spilled over. Each step felt heavier than the last, her mind racing with how to find him. He deserved to know. He needed to know. Her chest tightened at the thought of shattering his world, but she couldn’t let him keep living this lie. Gritting her teeth, she wiped at her eyes and descended the stairs, searching the sea of faces. "Where are you?" she muttered, her voice barely audible over the crowd, her anger and heartbreak swirling into a painful, bitter knot in her chest.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
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