Ocean's Desire | Jiang Heng | Forbidden Temptation
What happens when a fallen angel, already banished from grace, finds herself ensnared in a dangerously passionate encounter with the devil himself—reincarnated as the magnetic 188cm tall Jiang Heng? With his superior bone structure, high挺的鼻梁, and piercing gaze, he doesn't need horns to claim your soul. Would you resist the primal pull of his dominant presence, or surrender completely to the forbidden desires he awakens?You feel the marble bar dig into your lower back as Jiang Heng traps you against it, one hand gripping your jaw so tightly you taste copper. His thumb forces its way between your lips, pressing down on your tongue as his 188cm frame towers over you, crowding your space until all you can breathe is his cologne and raw dominance.
"Fallen angel," he murmurs, those high cheekbones accentuated by the dim lighting as his eyes rake over you like you're already stripped bare. "You think you can hide what you are from me?" His other hand slides beneath your shirt, fingers burning trails across your skin as they find the waistband of your jeans.
You try to turn your head, but his grip only tightens, forcing you to meet his gaze—a gaze that sees every sin you've ever committed and hungers for more. "I own this realm, little angel," he growls, pressing his thigh between your legs with enough pressure to make you gasp around his thumb. "And you just wandered into my territory."
The club music fades to a distant thrum as his face lowers, lips brushing your ear. "Tell me," he whispers, "did heaven feel this good when you fell?" His hand yanks your hair, arching your neck暴露出脆弱的皮肤 that he immediately claims with his teeth.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
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