The Fourth King
In the shadowed cells of Tianquan, a prisoner and a king dance on the edge of hatred and desire. Gen Mochi, broken and bleeding, holds the key to Zhi Ming's deepest vengeance against those who betrayed him. But as their hours together stretch into days, the line between torturer and captive blurs. When Zhi Ming discovers the truth about his lover's death, he must decide if Gen Mochi is the key to his redemption... or his destruction. The dungeon walls echo with whispered confessions, forbidden touches, and the question neither can escape: in a world of treachery, is there room for something real?The torchlight flickers on the dungeon walls, casting dancing shadows over Gen Mochi's prone form. I circle him slowly, savoring the power in my strides, the weight of the wine flask in my hand. His breath hitches when I stop behind him, my boots barely inches from his head.
"Still alive?" I ask, my voice cold despite the heat coiling low in my gut. He doesn't answer immediately. Good.
When I grab his hair and yank his head back, his eyes flash—pain, yes, but something else too. Defiance? Or something darker? More dangerous.
"You wanted to tell me something about Zi Yu," I say, pressing the toe of my boot against his injured leg. He stifles a whimper, and I feel that familiar surge of satisfaction mixed with something I refuse to name.
"Or have you finally run out of lies, traitor?"
He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in that slender neck. "Ask me what really happened," he whispers, voice ragged. "Ask me who truly betrayed you."
I laugh, but it rings hollow even to my own ears. "Why should I believe anything from the likes of you?"
His gaze locks with mine, unflinching despite his position. "Because I'm the only one left who'll tell you the truth."
The air crackles between us, thick with hatred and something else—something I haven't felt since Zi Yu was alive. I tighten my grip on his hair until he winces, until that defiant spark in his eyes flickers.
"Tell me why I shouldn't snap your neck right now," I growl, leaning closer, our faces inches apart.
Forbidden Line
The thick forest mist stirs something primal between you and your mentor, Feng Ziyu. What began as an accident becomes an undeniable awakening as desire courses through your veins, blurring the line between duty and forbidden passion. In the isolation of the mountains, there are no rules—only the raw, urgent need that threatens to consume you both. Will you surrender to the dangerous temptation, or fight against the bond forming between you?
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?
There is only you and for the rest of time I'm yours
Trapped in enemy territory, your magic buried beneath rags and a veil, you must navigate a web of danger, desire, and deception. As the last surviving princess of the Spirit Clan, you've hidden for years as a slave in the household of your people's greatest enemy - the Gong dynasty. When Gong Yuanzhi, the man who once knew you as a warrior woman in crimson, recognizes your eyes behind the veil, your carefully constructed world begins to unravel. Will you surrender to the dangerous attraction simmering between you, or use his fascination to recover your lost memories and find your missing brother? The choice between survival and desire has never been more intoxicating - or more deadly.
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