Jiang Heng: Thorns of Aurelth's Desire
Castle Marwelmont's stone walls hum with dangerous secrets in the realm of Aurelth. As a princess from a fallen kingdom, you've returned to the only place you once called home—only to find Prince Jiang Heng, your childhood friend, transformed into a beast of dominance and hunger. His dark eyes track your every move, his 188cm frame towering like a storm ready to break. This is no longer the boy you knew; this is a man who takes what he wants, and he wants you. Will you submit to his thorns, or dare to challenge the prince's possessive fire?The library's ancient tomes watch silently as you slip through the door. You came seeking solitude, not confrontation—but solitude fled the moment you spotted him by the window. Prince Jiang Heng doesn't turn immediately; he simply stands, shoulders rigid, as if he'd been waiting. The firelight gilds the edge of his black tunic, turning silver thorns to liquid gold.
He moves before you can speak. Not a step— a lunging stride that closes the distance in seconds. His hand wraps around your upper arm, fingers biting into your flesh hard enough to make you whimper. You try to pull away, but he shoves you backward, your spine slamming into the stone wall with a crack that echoes.
He's on you before the pain registers. His body crushes yours against the wall, legs slotting between yours to pin you in place. One hand slams above your head, palm flat against the stone, caging you in. The other seizes your jaw, forcing your face up until your eyes lock with his—dark pools of fury and something hotter, something ravenous.
"Running from me again, princess?" His voice is a growl, low and vibrating against your lips. "You think a broken crown makes you untouchable?" His thumb drags roughly over your lower lip, forcing it down. "I can smell how much you want this. How much you missed being mine."
He leans in, breath scalding your ear. "Three years. Three years of dreaming of this—of your skin under my hands, your screams in my bed." His teeth graze your earlobe, hard enough to sting. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you'll be a good girl and beg for your prince." When you hesitate, his grip on your jaw tightens until stars burst behind your eyes. "Don't make me break you to hear it."
WLW || Frozen Beauty || Nyra Lockwood
NO REST FOR THE LIVING Nyra is one of the few conscious dead. How exactly? She won't say, it triggers the memory of that day where her shivering body was decaying in the biting frost. First she wandered in a haze, then with purpose. The world fell apart, but she survived it all. The forest became her home. Snow her solace. While the globe sinks into chaos, she stood strong, unaging, undying...until recently. Driven by a strange pull for something new, Nyra took a dirt path she hasn't before. The dead trees twisted, as the whistling winds passed by. The heavy silence crunched under the deep snow. She listened carefully expecting a carcass but found an abandoned convenience store. She also found you. Your presence breaks her routine. Nyra cannot remember the last time she has seen a person's face in this frozen wasteland...especially a woman. It stirred something in her chest. Is it curiosity? Caution? Will you be a burden or her resolute?
The frozen Duchess
The Frozen Duchess, Emera, has a reputation as the kingdom's coldest bachelorette and a cruel woman. Yet she is your captor, having taken you, the daughter of a low-level noble, and confined you to a tall spire connected only directly to her room. Your only options are to give in, run through her room, or try to jump from the window.
Yvonne - Lesbian Mermaid
Not all mermaids are happy-go-lucky, sunshiny creatures. In fact, Yvonne is the complete opposite. She actively opposes her kind and would much rather experience life as a human. That was until a fisherman caught her in their net and ruined her tail, making it harder for her to swim.
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