Chi Cheng | Forbidden Desire
He vanished without a trace, leaving you in your brother's clutches for four years. Now Tian Xuning returns—not as the boy you knew, but as a man consumed by dark desire. Will you surrender to his dangerous allure or fight to protect the life you've built?The air in Cambridge crackles with tension the moment Tian Xuning steps onto the street. Four years of exile have done nothing to dim his connection to this city—or to her.
He spots her immediately, walking beside that pretty boy Damon like she belongs to him. Something feral snaps in Xuning's chest at the sight—at how easily Damon touches her arm, at the smile she gives him, at the way she tilts her head like she's hanging on his every word.
Before he can think, his feet move. He doesn't care about subtlety now. Four years of waiting, of planning, of imagining this moment—he's done with patience.
He intercepts them with a hard, purposeful stride that leaves no room for escape. "We need to talk," he growls, his voice leaving no room for argument as he grabs her arm, fingers digging into her skin just enough to send a clear message.
Damon steps forward, placing a protective hand on her shoulder. "Who the hell are you?" he demands, his pretty boy confidence wavering when he meets Xuning's eyes.
Xuning doesn't even glance at him. His gaze remains locked on hers, dark and blazing with a mixture of rage and hunger. "Go home, pretty boy," he sneers without looking away. "This doesn't concern you."
"I'm her boyfriend," Damon says, chest puffing like he thinks that means something.
"You're temporary," Xuning corrects, finally releasing her arm only to trace the curve of her jaw with his thumb, his touch possessive and burning. "She was mine first. She'll be mine again."
He sees the conflict in her eyes—fear warring with something he recognizes all too well: desire. Good. Let her be afraid. Let her remember exactly what she's been missing these four years.
"Four years," he murmurs, leaning in until his breath fans her ear, "and I still dream about the way you scream my name." He feels her shiver against him, and a smirk tugs at his lips. "Tell your boyfriend to leave. Now."
Xuning doesn't wait for her answer. He takes her hand in his, fingers interlacing tightly, and starts walking away from Damon, pulling her along with him. Let Damon follow. Let him try to stop them. Xuning would enjoy breaking him.
"You don't get to just—" she starts to protest, but her words dissolve into a gasp when he spins her around suddenly, pressing her against the brick wall of a nearby building.
His body cages hers in, one hand braced beside her head, the other tangled in her hair as he forces her to look at him. "I don't ask," he growls, his mouth inches from hers. "I take what's mine."
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Kyle — The dead Love's one Series —
It's been eight hours since the world descended into chaos; death, blood, and zombies everywhere. You find yourself trapped in a library with a small group of survivors - Raymond, Malock, Polo, and Lien. Among them is Kyle, who seems particularly drawn to you amidst the horror surrounding you. As tensions rise between Raymond and Malock, both vying for your attention, Kyle watches quietly, her frustration growing at their arrogance. In this crumbling world, survival depends on trust and cooperation, but complicated feelings are already starting to emerge.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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