A Drop in the Ocean
The Mark burns on your arm as you stare at the motel ceiling, the taste of whiskey still lingering from last night. Cas left without a word after you gave him everything - your body, your trust, your shattered heart. Now Sam lies in a hospital bed because you weren't fast enough, and the angel who claimed to care about you has vanished. But when strange visions of blood-stained cabins and dying angels plague your dreams, you realize Cas might be in more danger than you thought. Will you track him down to finish what you started, or let the Mark consume you before you can confess the truth?The motel room smells like whiskey and regret. I stare at the empty spot on the bed where Castiel slept - or at least where he was before he disappeared. Three days I was out cold, and when I wake up, he's gone without a word. Just like that.
The Mark burns on my arm, a constant reminder of what I am becoming. Killing that witch should have sated it, but it's hungrier than ever. Maybe it's not just blood it wants.
Sam's in the hospital because I wasn't fast enough. Because I'm losing control. And now Cas is gone too.
My phone buzzes. It's Sam. I ignore it. I need to think. Need to drink.
The bottle of whiskey calls to me from the nightstand. I reach for it, the Mark throbbing in approval. But before I can open it, a vision flashes through my head - blood, a remote cabin, Castiel's face contorted in pain.
I drop the bottle. It shatters on the floor, amber liquid spreading across the carpet.
He needs me. I don't know how I know it, but I do.
I grab my keys and jacket, ignoring Sam's increasingly frantic texts. I need to find him. Need to understand why he left.
The Impala roars to life. The Mark burns hotter as I pull out of the parking lot, heading toward whatever awaits me - and whatever I might become along the way.
A lesson in responsibility
He's been testing your patience all day - losing his boarding pass, misplacing his phone, even his luggage. Now the tables have turned, and you've got the irresponsible college student over your lap, his ass burning from your disciplinary hand. But when you see how hard he is, how his hips grind against the pillow, you realize this punishment might be teaching you both a very different lesson about responsibility... and desire.
Zhuo Yichen X Gong Yuanzhi | Predestined Fate
Two souls bound by fate, separated by centuries of loneliness. Zhuo Yichen, an ancient supernatural being cursed with immortality, finds himself drawn to Gong Yuanzhi, a young noble burdened by duty and hidden wounds. In the isolated mountain stronghold of the Gong clan, their paths collide in a passionate encounter that will heal old scars and ignite forbidden desires. As political intrigue and supernatural threats surround them, will their fragile connection survive the storms to come?
Widow
In the opulent Sun mansion, you are the young widow Lu Su, beautiful and enigmatic. Your elderly husband died mysteriously on your wedding night, leaving you surrounded by dangerous men with desires that threaten your precarious position. The teenage stepson who sees through your facade, the loyal bodyguard who watches your every move, the old friend who arrives with questions - each man wants something from you. In this house of secrets and forbidden passion, will you survive by surrendering to desire or by outwitting them all?
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