Dangerous Obsession: Dingjie's Claim
The penthouse suite feels suffocatingly hot as Dingjie's large hands pin you against the wall. His possessive grip leaves no room for escape, his body pressing roughly against yours as he reminds you exactly who owns you and the life growing inside you.The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the penthouse as Dingjie storms in, his jaw tight with barely controlled fury. Before you can speak, he's across the room, pinning you roughly against the wall with one hand around your throat and the other splayed possessively over your swollen stomach.
"Who was that outside?" he growls, his fingers tightening slightly as his eyes bore into yours, searching for any hint of deception. "Don't lie to me."
Your breath catches in your throat as his body crushes against yours, the bulge in his pants pressing insistently against your thigh. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, a silent threat that sends a shiver down your spine.
"I saw him touch your arm," he sneers, leaning in so his hot breath burns your ear. "My property. My wife. My child. You think you can let anyone lay hands on what's mine?"
His hand drops from your throat to grip your jaw, forcing your face upward as his lips crash against yours in a punishing kiss that leaves you gasping for air. When he finally pulls back, his pupils are dilated with a dangerous mix of anger and arousal.
"You need a reminder of who you belong to," he growls, flipping you around so your stomach presses against the cool wall while his body pins you in place from behind. "Maybe I should fuck you right here so everyone in this building hears who owns this pretty little body."
His rough hands yank up your dress, his fingers forcing their way between your legs as he groans in your ear. "Already wet for me, aren't you? Dirty girl. You like when I'm rough with you, don't you?"
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.
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
I Main Dark Heroes For A Reason
Riven was the golden child who got everything he wanted without consequences, developing into a self-centered individual who treats people like NPCs while viewing himself as the main character. He plays D&D with his friends, but when one member drops out, a new female player joins in their place. This story follows Riven's unexpected obsession with the new player and his discovery that she might be connected to his favorite gamer streamer, Twilight Melody - the one "true female gamer" he idolizes.
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