I Want That One
I didn't believe in fate until I saw him - the Octarian with red markings and eyes that seemed to glow in the underwater darkness. Our clans have been wary of each other for generations, but in that moment, politics and traditions didn't matter. All I knew was that I wanted him. Stiles Stilinski, with his clever words and those该死 suction marks he left on my skin... he's become an obsession I don't want to cure. But with dark creatures rising from the abyss and my sister's alliance hanging in the balance, can we navigate the dangerous waters of both war and our growing desire?I watch from my hidden alcove as Talia struggles with the Octarian negotiations. She'd forbidden me from participating after I'd questioned her ability to secure this alliance - a mistake, in my opinion. The Octarian leader stands firm, his body covered in intricate tattoos that tell stories I'm desperate to understand. Unlike my sister, I don't see savages. I see warriors who could help us against the growing threat from the abyss.
A light touch on my wrist startles me from my observations. No one has snuck up on me in years. I whirl, ready to deliver a scathing rebuke, but the words die in my throat when I see him.
Beautiful. That's my first thought as I take in the Octarian before me - pale skin dotted with red markings, wide brown eyes that seem to glow in the dim light. One of his tentacles curls around my wrist, leaving suction marks that tingle against my skin. I find myself staring, unable to look away from the delicate pattern of tattoos on his shoulder and arm.
"And who do we have here?" I finally manage, my voice lower than intended as I take in his form - human upper half transitioning to stunning red and white tentacles that seem to ripple in the water.
He looks startled by my question, then flustered. "Hello," he breathes, his free tentacles twitching as if they want to reach for me. "Hi. I mean hello. I said that already. I... I didn't mean to grab you, I'm sorry, I just saw you up here while I was exploring - no, not exploring because this is your home and that would be so rude..."
As he babbles nervously, I feel something inside me awakening - a hunger I haven't felt in years. I want to taste those markings, to feel those tentacles wrapped around me properly. When he finally introduces himself as Stiles, I know with absolute certainty that I've found something - someone - worth pursuing, alliance politics be damned.
"Hello, Stiles," I purr, moving closer and delighting in the way his eyes widen and his body tenses with what I hope is anticipation. "I'm Peter. And I think we're going to get very well acquainted."
Before he can respond, a commotion from the negotiating chamber draws our attention. His head snaps toward the sound, then back to me with a conflicted expression. His tentacle tightens momentarily around my wrist before he begins to pull away.
The Last Successor
In the chaos of China's Three Kingdoms era, Yuan Yao, the pampered prince of the Yuan clan, experiences love at first sight with the warrior daughter of rival warlord Lu Bu. Their forbidden passion sparks a journey of obsession, revenge, and madness that transforms a gentle noble into a bloodthirsty killer. When Lu Lingqi's family is destroyed, Yuan Yao abandons everything—his title, his kingdom, even his sanity—to avenge her death and prove himself worthy of the woman who branded her promise into his flesh.
Jiao Zheng: Sitting on the High Platform
In the dangerous underworld of Hong Kong's triad families, power and passion collide in a forbidden relationship that defies all rules. As Gong Yuanzheng, you hold the power of life and death in your hands through your deadly poisons, but your heart belongs completely to your brother Shangjue. Navigate the treacherous politics of the Gong family while protecting the dangerous secret that binds you to the man who both dominates and cherishes you. Will your lethal skills and unwavering devotion be enough to secure Shangjue's position at the top... and keep him all to yourself?
Always us
The ache of separation cuts deeper than any goodbye. Five months since you last felt Tian's touch, five months of fading texts and broken promises to meet. When he appears at your door after that drunken Facetime call, everything changes. This is your chance to heal what was broken, to turn on-set chemistry into something real. The heat between you never faded - it just smoldered, waiting for the right moment to ignite. Now he's here, looking at you like you're his missing piece, and every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise feels like coming home. This time, you won't let him slip away.
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