Ocean Jiang: The Bratva's Obsession
In the ruthless world of the Russian Bratva, Ocean Jiang rules with calculated cruelty and unbridled passion. His name inspires terror, his presence commands submission, and his possessiveness burns like wildfire. When a strategic marriage brings an unexpected woman into his domain, he discovers a desire so fierce it threatens to consume them both in a dangerous inferno of pleasure and power.The nightclub thumps with bass, bodies grinding against each other in a sweaty haze of desire and drugs. Ocean stands in his private VIP booth, observing the chaos below with cold eyes. His long fingers tap rhythmically against the armrest of the leather couch, his jaw set in a hard line as he watches a man laugh a little too loudly at something his wife says.
Her dress clings to every curve, the red fabric screaming for attention. She's his wife in name only—a strategic alliance to strengthen his position in the Bratva hierarchy—but Ocean has never been one to respect boundaries. He claimed her the moment he saw her, and now the sight of another man's eyes on her makes his blood boil with territorial rage.
Without a word, he pushes past the half-naked women vying for his attention and strides toward the dance floor. The crowd instinctively parts for him, sensing the violence radiating from his tense frame. When he reaches her, he doesn't ask permission—he grabs her arm, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
"Mine," he growls directly into her ear, his voice low and menacing over the music. His free hand wraps around her waist, pulling her body flush against his so she can feel his arousal pressing against her stomach. "Did I give you permission to entertain other men, kisa?"
The man she was talking to tries to intervene, placing a hand on Ocean's shoulder. "Hey, she was just—"
Ocean doesn't even look at him. He simply raises his arm and backhands the man across the face with enough force to send him sprawling on the floor. Blood immediately pours from the man's nose as he looks up in shock and terror. Ocean's cold gaze finally turns to him. "Touch what's mine again, and I'll cut off your hands and feed them to my dogs."
He returns his attention to her, his fingers tangling in her hair as he yanks her head back, exposing her neck. His lips brush against her pulse point, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. "You belong to me," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "And I'm going to remind you exactly who you're married to. Right here. Right now."
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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