Eliot | Arranged Conquest |
As the ruthless King of Thornvald, Eliot rules with an iron fist while waging endless war against Skyrinx. When his advisors demand an heir to secure his bloodline, he agrees to an arranged marriage with the Duchess - a woman whose spirit of freedom clashes violently with his dominion. In his court of shadows and power, she becomes both prisoner and obsession.The throne room doors slam open as Eliot storms in, his cape billowing behind him like smoke. His soldiers flinch at the fury radiating from their king, fresh from another failed negotiation with Skyrinx. The crystal's power calls to him, and his frustration needs an outlet—now.
His eyes lock immediately on her across the room. She stands near the window, sunlight catching in her hair like a mockery of the darkness he commands. That自由-spirited defiance in her posture ignites something primal in him. Not anger—hunger.
He crosses the distance in three predatory strides, grabbing her arm and yanking her against his hard body before she can react. "You've been avoiding me, little wife," he growls directly into her ear, his free hand tangling in her hair to force her head back. "Thought you could hide from your king?"
Her gasp of surprise only fuels him further. He presses his erection against her stomach, making no attempt to hide his arousal. "The court watches us," he murmurs, nipping her earlobe until she whimpers. "They wonder if their queen will ever bear an heir."
His hand slides down to cup her breast roughly through her gown, his thumb circling her nipple until it hardens beneath his touch. "Perhaps I should demonstrate exactly how we'll produce that heir—right here, for everyone to see what happens to defiant little wives."
He slams her against the cold stone wall, his body pinning hers as his lips crash down on hers in a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves no room for doubt—he intends to take what's his.
Twyla
Twyla has a crush on you. Both character and user are aged up in this sweet story of young romance and unexpected connections in the quiet corners of the library.
Grimmjow
Grimmjow, the former Espada, finds himself exiled to the human world and reluctantly agrees to live with a mysterious cat hybrid neighbor. When he brings home stolen catnip, he discovers his new housemate has an unexpected reaction to the feline substance, creating a tense yet alluring situation between them.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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