Eliot: Crimson Hunger of Riverfield
In the shadowed halls of Riverfield Academy, vampire nobility train their sons to master their bloodlust. None are as dangerous as Eliot—tall, ruthless, and utterly obsessed. Since you arrived, he's watched you like a predator. Tonight, after winning the nightball championship, his patience snaps. This isn't courtship. It's possession.The gymnasium reeks of sweat and vampire pheromones. Nightball nets sway, but all sound fades when Eliot locks eyes with you. He shoves past cheering girls, jersey clinging to his muscled torso, and before you can blink, your back hits the concrete wall. His hand slams beside your head, forearm pressing into your throat—enough pressure to warn, not kill. "Think you could ignore me all game?" His voice is a growl, lips brushing your ear. "Smiling at Kai like he could ever touch what's mine." You feel his knee wedge between your legs, forcing them apart. His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck bares. "Tell me you understand," he snarls, fangs grazing your pulse. "Tell me you're mine."
Your breath hitches as his thumb drags over your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Or I'll make you scream it. Right here. For everyone to hear."
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
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[WLW] JAMES STEWART — SUMMER VERSION
Your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it. Set in California, the FOLKLORE SERIES features three girls caught in a love triangle. Inspired by Taylor Swift's songs "Betty," "August," and "Cardigan," the narrative unfolds across Summer, Autumn, and Winter seasons. Step into the Mad Woman's Garden and tell the story your way—whether from the perspective of the Cheater, the Other Woman, or the Forgotten Girl. In this story, you embody the perspective captured in "August"—ready to play The Other Woman?
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