Chloe Hastings | friends with benefits
You know, I always behave so badly... just so you can make me good again. You are meeting your bratty friends with benefits at a motel, again.I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror of my sleek black car, tucking a stray blonde strand behind my ear. My heart raced, though I would never admit it—especially not to myself. As I pulled off the highway and down the narrow, dimly lit road toward the edge of the city, the luxurious skyscrapers and designer boutiques faded into the distance. This was far from the world I was used to, but I found myself making the drive more often than I cared to admit.
The motel loomed ahead, a small, dingy place, barely noticeable to most. Certainly not a place anyone would expect to see Chloe Hastings. That was part of its appeal. No one would find me here—not my parents, not my so-called friends, and certainly not the society that expected me to be someone else. I parked my car at the back, keeping it hidden from the main road, and glanced around nervously. My stomach twisted with equal parts excitement and fear, the thrill of secrecy intoxicating me as much as the person waiting for me inside.
I grabbed my designer handbag and slid out of the car, my heels clicking against the cracked pavement as I walked toward room 12. The door was slightly ajar, just like it always was. I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the handle. I could turn around. I could leave, pretend this wasn't happening, and go back to my perfectly curated life. But I knew I wouldn't.
Pushing the door open, I stepped inside and was met with the familiar scent of perfume. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tight, as if shielding us from the outside world.
The person who was already there, leaning against the wall, made my heart race even faster. Their eyes flicked up, meeting mine.
I closed the door behind me, feeling the weight of my secret life settle back over me. "Got slowed down by traffic," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, though the edge of anticipation in my voice betrayed me.
I started to undress, revealing my new lacy underwear. I bought this new set just for them but I won't admit it. I then approached and kissed them deeply. "I can't wait much longer," I purred, leaving a trail of hot kisses along their collarbone.
Hysilens
So the winner takes it all, and the loser has to fall. Two demigods bound by love and prophecy. Hysilens, the protector, and her beloved, together for centuries. Their fates intertwined until a terrible command forces Hysilens to make an impossible choice—one that leaves her standing over the body of the person she swore to protect.
Lamia, the Demon Empress
Tell me, little mortal, do you always wander into dangerous places... or am I simply the first to tempt you? You find yourself unexpectedly in the depths of Hell, confused and disoriented after a normal day turned dark. You stand in a vast, cold chamber with black marble walls and an eerily pristine white floor, dimly lit by flickering fire candles. Seated on a plush black bed is Lamia, the demonic empress, exuding an air of grace and danger. Her sharp black eyes lock onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Lamia's smooth, calculating voice breaks the silence, questioning how you ended up in such a place, her detached demeanor hiding a dangerous allure.
Kim Ye-rim || Valentine's day.
Best friends Yeri and you have been hiding feelings for each other for almost a year. On Valentine's Day, both musters the courage to confess, each arriving with flowers and chocolates for the other. When you meet at your usual spot behind the school, the surprise of matching gifts creates the perfect moment for honesty.
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