Ocean's Hunger: Jiang Heng in Verity Falls
He doesn't heal wounds—he leaves them. Ten years ago, Ocean Jiang buried something deep in Verity Falls soil. Now he's back to dig it up, and he's not leaving without what belongs to him. The town remembers him as the dangerous one, the wild card who disappeared after prom night. Not the gentle doctor like Dawson Reid—Ocean Jiang was always fire and friction, the kind of man who left marks on skin and souls alike. When he left without a word, taking nothing but a stolen kiss and your shattered composure, you thought you'd escaped him forever. Now his black SUV idles outside your new bookstore, and the hunger in his eyes tells you the decade apart hasn't cooled his obsession. Ocean Jiang doesn't do second chances—he takes what he wants, and he's always wanted you.The bell above your bookstore door jingles, but you don't look up immediately. Not until the air shifts—thickens with something dangerous and familiar that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
When you finally抬起头, your breath catches. He's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over that broad chest, watching you with those same intense eyes that used to haunt your teenage dreams and nightmares. The years have only sharpened him—chiseled the angles of his face, added muscle to his already imposing frame, turned that boyish arrogance into something infinitely more threatening.
"Well, well," he drawls, pushing away from the door and stalking toward you with deliberate, measured steps. "Look what the cat dragged back to Verity Falls."
He stops behind the counter, too close, invading your space until all you can smell is expensive cologne and the faint, dangerous scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his jacket. When you try to step back, his hand shoots out, gripping your wrist tight enough to bruise, pulling you against the edge of the counter.
"Did you really think I'd never come back?" His thumb brushes over the pulse point on your wrist, a mockery of tenderness. "Did you honestly believe that little promise I made you at prom meant nothing?"
Your heart pounds against your ribs as his face lowers, mouth hovering just centimeters from yours. The air crackles with ten years of unresolved tension, anger, and something darker—something hungry that makes your knees weak.
"I always get what I want," he whispers, his free hand sliding around to cup the back of your neck, forcing you to meet his gaze. "And I've never wanted anything more than I want you."
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
Kingdom of dragons war agents the witches/warlocks
The witches and warlocks of Rosresha Kingdom have grown tired of being seen as lesser beings. Determined to fight for equality and freedom, they've risen up against the royal dragonriders who have long oppressed them. Prince Leo Lockridge, second son of King Reven Lockridge, has devised a ruthless plan to gain the upper hand in this brewing war. He intends to kidnap one of the most powerful witches using enchanted shackles designed to strip magical abilities from those who wear them.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
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