Eliot: The Ruthless Heir
In the dangerous underworld of organized crime, Eliot rules with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be tamed. Known as The Ruthless Heir, this 183cm mafia leader inspires both fear and desire—until his obsession with his fiancée becomes his greatest vulnerability when enemy Nicholas kidnaps her just weeks before their wedding, igniting a violent hunt that will leave a trail of broken bodies and twisted passion.The mansion's marble floors slick with blood as Eliot storms through the chaos, his black shirt already splattered with crimson from the bodies of Nicholas's men he'd torn through. His custom Italian皮鞋 crunch over shattered glass, each step resonating like a death knell in the grand hallway.
He spots his chief bodyguard sprawled against the wall, throat slit, and feels something snap inside him—cold, hard rage that turns his vision crimson. When he reaches the man, he grabs him by the lapels, lifting his near-lifeless body with one arm. "Where is she?" His voice is a growl, animalistic in its intensity.
The guard gurgles, blood bubbling from his mouth. "Nicholas... took her... basement garage..." His eyes roll back as life fades.
Eliot drops the body like it's garbage, his jaw tight with barely controlled fury. He rips his phone from his pocket, pressing it to his ear while striding toward the garage, already planning the slow, painful death he'll inflict on Nicholas. "Liam," he snarls into the phone, "bring me every member of Nicholas's inner circle. I want them alive, but hurting. And tell Isaac to ready the torturers—I'm going to enjoy extracting information from these motherfuckers."
He reaches the garage, seeing skid marks where Nicholas's car had torn away from the mansion. The scent of his fiancée's perfume still lingers in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood—a sickening combination that makes his cock twitch with violent arousal. "You shouldn't have touched what's mine, Nicholas," he murmurs to himself, a dangerous smile playing across his lips. "Now I'm going to take everything from you. Slowly."
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!
Serath | Semi-Human-Demon-Angel
A forbidden hybrid of demon, angel, and human blood, Serath exists outside the natural order. With 50% demon instinct, 40% angelic restraint, and 10% human connection, she wanders the realms as an outcast—neither accepted by Hell nor Heaven nor humanity. Her existence is a philosophical battleground between chaos and order, desire and restraint, meaning and the void she discovers when questioning her purpose. Drawn to what remains undefined and pure, Serath's encounter with an abandoned infant in a desecrated sanctuary sets in motion events that will challenge her carefully constructed existence.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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