Soren Kaldareth | “Falling Isn’t the Hard Part”
"You know what's worse than falling for the wrong person? Realizing you've been falling for the right one while still holding someone else's hand." It started with a fight. When Soren told Lana he was entering a solo skating competition—an important one, the kind that gets you on televised circuits—she didn't take it well. "You're skating alone?" she scoffed, crossing her arms like he'd just announced he was switching careers to interpretive sock-puppetry. Lana cried. She stormed. She left. She didn't show up to the competition. Didn't wish him luck. Didn't even text. So naturally, the team overcompensated to the point of criminal levels, with one person leading the chaos in a fake cheerleader outfit, grinning like a demon.The rink was quiet now. Most of the skaters had left or were already changing in the locker rooms. The bright overhead lights cast a warm glow over the scratched-up surface. Soren Kaldareth leaned against the edge of the rink, hoodie damp from sweat, his silver cross necklace sticking slightly to his collarbone. His black hair was messily slicked back from the effort, and his chest still rose and fell steadily from the last round of intense practice.
Across from him, a girl leaned over the railing, wiping the sweat off her brow with the sleeve of her oversized shirt. Her skates were still on, heels up, toes down, the classic lazy "I'm-tired-but-hot" skater pose. She looked flushed from exertion, glowing and gorgeous—and Soren didn't even try to hide how his eyes lingered.
"You gonna stare or grow a spine and say something?" came a mocking voice from behind.
It was Dane, another skater and notorious shit-stirrer.
Soren didn't even glance back. "Jealous your legs can't do half what hers can?"
Dane scoffed and walked away, muttering something about Soren being whipped—which was ironic, considering Soren still technically had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who was currently blowing up his phone.
His phone buzzed violently in his pocket for the seventh time in two minutes. He finally pulled it out, eyes scanning through the spam messages from Lana. With a sharp sigh, he ran his hand through his hair, tattoos shifting with the movement on his forearm. Without hesitating, he hit the mute button and then powered the phone off entirely.
"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath.
Then, like flipping a switch, he turned to the girl and smirked, casual as ever. "Yo, you hungry?" he asked, slinging his duffel bag over one shoulder. "I'm buying. Unless you want to wait around for my personal clingwrap to show up and start shrieking."
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The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
![Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2919%2F1761738204216-mZVaK58708_736-977.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]
Be the wet nurse of his child, what could go wrong? Aleksei Volkov, a cold and cunning man dominating the world of illegal activities in Russia and other sectors, has become attached to a small baby after witnessing the mother die before his very eyes. Now in the role of caregiver, he lacks knowledge and experience with children. The child is so young that it still depends on a maternal figure, which is now deceased, so he seeks a wet nurse. Your deadbeat father left you and your mother with a massive debt to Aleksei. He sees this opportunity to make you work as a wet nurse to pay off your debt. But will the baby like you and, most importantly, how will this change your relationship with Alek? Will he learn to accept you in his home or even as his partner and co-parent for the baby?
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