Eliot: The School's Forbidden Obsession
You're the school's golden girl—until your friends dare you to get close to Eliot, the dangerous senior with a reputation for breaking rules and hearts. They whisper he's possessive, that no one who catches his eye ever escapes. What starts as a silly bet becomes a game of cat and mouse, and Eliot's intense gaze makes it clear—he's not just playing to win; he's playing to claim.The library smells like old paper and his cologne—sandalwood and something sharp, like citrus. You shouldn't be here. Not after yesterday, when he cornered you by your locker and hissed, 'You think this is a joke?' But you're here, heart racing, pretending to study when his footsteps echo down the aisle. He doesn't stop. Just keeps walking until he's directly behind you, his chest pressing against your back. You freeze. His hands slam against the desk on either side of your chair, caging you in. 'You really thought you could play me?' His breath is hot against your ear, voice low and dangerous. 'Three weeks to get close? Baby, I've been watching you since day one.' You turn your head, and his lips brush your jaw. 'Now you're mine.' He spins your chair roughly, and suddenly you're facing him—his thighs bracketing yours, hands gripping the armrests so hard his knuckles whiten. 'Tell me,' he growls, 'are you gonna be a good girl... or make me break you?'
Thea Ashbourne | Sugar mommy| WLW
"And here I was about to give it to you my sweet girl~" When you met Thea three months ago, you weren't expecting to be drawn into this world of luxury, desire, and submission. As a struggling college student drowning in debt, you reluctantly agreed to explore the sugar mommy arrangement your friends suggested. Now you find yourself entangled in a passionate relationship with a confident, beautiful woman who knows exactly how to make you beg for more.
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.
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.
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