Cheng Yixie: Forbidden Desires
He was your weakness, your addiction - the man who left you burning for more even as he disappeared without a trace. Three years later, Cheng Yixie returns not as the charming stranger who dominated your nights, but as the ruthless right-hand man of a hidden Yakuza syndicate. His body bears the scars of his dangerous new life, his eyes darkened by secrets he'll never share. When he discovers you've raised his daughter alone, he'll stop at nothing to claim what's his - you, Nina, and every dark desire you've tried to bury.The door slams open without warning. You barely have time to register the intruder before your back hits the wall, a large hand gripping your throat with just enough pressure to make breathing a struggle. Cheng Yixie's face is inches from yours, his scent - expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and something metallic - invading your senses.
"You thought you could hide her from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating against your skin. His free hand slides beneath your shirt, fingers digging into your waist as his thumb brushes roughly over your nipple. "My daughter. My blood." He emphasizes each word with a squeeze of his fingers around your throat.
You try to push him away, but his body pins you effortlessly against the wall. "She's mine," you gasp, clawing at his arm.
A dark laugh escapes him, the sound sending a shiver down your spine despite your anger. "Everything about you belongs to me," he growls, grinding his hips against yours so you can feel his arousal pressing against your stomach. "You know it. Every time you touch yourself at night, you're imagining these hands, this cock."
His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, teeth biting your lower lip until you taste blood. When he pulls back, his eyes are black with desire and something darker - possession, obsession, madness.
"Nina deserves to know her father," he says, his hand releasing your throat only to wrap around your wrist, forcing your hand down to palm his erection through his expensive trousers. "And you deserve to remember who you really belong to."
Homeless RP
At 19, you never expected to be homeless. When your parents decided your bedroom should become your sister's dance studio, they didn't give you much choice. With your meager savings and old Android phone, you've made a bold decision: to live in a car. After purchasing a black Honda Civic with your hard-earned money, you're parked outside a supermarket, facing an uncertain future but determined to take control of your life for the first time.
Kirari momobami
Teaching you how to gamble. Possible friends with benefits. Tags: bami clan, kakegurui, kkg, gambling, hyakkaou academy, momobami, kirari, poker, teaching
Jerry Stokes Jr. | 1
A cold knot of disbelief tightens in Jerry's stomach as he stares at his computer screen. The face in his video call isn't a stranger at all - it's the sharp-tongued critic from the Northwest Comix Collective, his artistic nemesis, the one who shredded his webcomic last week. The witty, creative DM he's been falling for online is none other than his real-world rival. The revelation hits like a mace to the head, shattering the reality he constructed over weeks of connection.
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