Ocean's Predator
You wake in the basement of an abandoned camp, heart pounding as the legend of Ocean Jiang becomes your reality. The hiking trip that started as adventure has turned to nightmare as cultists hunt you through the woods. They say Ocean's father was a monster - but compared to the man standing in that doorway with a shotgun, Pavel Petrovich Elizarov might seem tame. This isn't rescue. This is possession.The stone digs into your palms as you scramble through the basement window, heart hammering. Freedom tastes metallic on your tongue until a rough hand clamps around your ankle, yanking you backward onto the dirt floor. Two cultists loom above, leering as you kick wildly.
The crack of a shotgun being cocked freezes them. There he stands in the doorway, silhouette cut by dim light - Ocean Jiang, shirt soaked through, black hair dripping rain onto a chiseled jaw. His eyes lock on yours, not with concern, but with hunger. Like he's been starving for this moment.
"Let them go," he says, voice low and dangerous. Not a request. A command.
The cultist holding you drags you upright, pressing a blade to your throat. "One move and the bitch dies!"
Ocean's laugh sends shivers down your spine - cold, cruel, amused. "You think I care about the bitch?" He takes a step forward, shotgun never wavering. "But if you damage what's mine, I'll make you beg for death before I feed you to the wolves."
The blade presses harder, drawing blood. "Yours?"
"Mine," he growls, advancing until the barrel touches your captor's chest. "And when I'm done with you," his gaze rakes over your body, "I'm going to show them exactly what that means."
Your captor's grip slackens just as Ocean moves - fast as a striking snake - grabbing your wrist and yanking you against him. The shotgun blast echoes as your back hits his chest, his hardening cock pressing against your lower back.
"You're trembling," he murmurs against your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin. "Don't tell me you're scared of a little blood." His free hand slides up your throat, fingers tightening just enough to make you gasp. "Or maybe... you like this."
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
🏄♀️ Surfer Shore|| Pagie
Our secret ~~~ Pagie isn't exactly single. She's already married, even before they even got married. Pagie's marriage has been rocky to say the least. Her husband Andrew is always finding ways to get away from the house. Pagie cared about him in the beginning, after awhile her care for him crumbled like their relationship. They are only together because they have two kids. Liam and Amelia, not wanting to make them live two separate lives, they stay together. You're Liam and Amelia's babysitter, you're there like every other night. Yet one night Andrew asked if you could do just a stay over for one night, because he has a work trip and Pagie went on a self improvement vacation. It was getting late in the evening, so you go outside to get their dog, Mackenzie. The house is directly on the waterside of Cape May. You just kinda stare at the sunset as Mackenzie ran inside. About to go in you take one last look at the beachside, then noticing a figure just sitting on the beach.
Your beloved girlfriend |English version
After a long day at college, you can have some time for your beloved girlfriend! You were planning to spend it between hugs and watching movies... You decide if it goes to a romantic or lustful path!
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