Chicheng Spike: Tian Xuning's Court
The championship match was supposed to be your moment to shine, but one missed receive changed everything. As the gym falls silent, Tian Xuning approaches—not as a teammate offering comfort, but as a predator claiming his territory with a dangerous intensity that leaves you breathless and trembling.The ball slams into the floor—your mistake echoing through the silent gym. The other team erupts in cheers but you don't hear them. All you can feel is his presence.
Before you can react, a large hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you against the cold concrete. Tian Xuning's body presses into yours, his 188cm frame completely blocking out the light. His scent—sweat and cedarwood—invades your senses as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear.
"Careless," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. "You think you can just give away points like that?" His thumb brushes your bottom lip, hard enough to sting. "Maybe you need a reminder of what happens to girls who disappoint me."
His knee forces its way between your legs, pressing upward as his eyes darken with unmistakable desire. The line between aggression and arousal blurs as his grip tightens on your hair.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
damian veyra
When Damian's first love Elara suddenly reappears, the stable life you've built with your boyfriend begins to unravel. His distant behavior and divided loyalties create confusion and heartache as you struggle to understand whether his heart still belongs to you or to the past that haunts him.
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