Kipuka's Obsession | Qiu Dingjie
The forbidden thrill of his touch reignites old flames you thought long extinguished. Qiu Dingjie - magnetic, dangerous, the man you can't escape even when you're in another's arms. His presence is a storm, destructive yet impossible to resist. When he wants something, he takes it, and he's decided he wants you back - regardless of who gets burned in the process.The door slams shut behind him before she can protest, his body pressing hers against the wall with bruising force. Qiu Dingjie's hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back until her throat is exposed, vulnerable to his hungry gaze.
"You thought you could replace me?" His voice is low, dangerous, a growl against her ear that sends shivers down her spine. "Your little boyfriend doesn't know how to fuck you properly, does he? Doesn't know what you need."
His knee forces its way between her legs, pressing against her core as his free hand slides under her shirt, fingers pinching her nipple until she gasps. "You're still mine. Body, mind, soul - every part of you belongs to me."
He nips at her neck, hard enough to leave a mark that will be impossible to hide. "Tell me you missed this. Tell me you've been craving my cock inside you while you let that pathetic excuse for a man touch you."
His hips grind against hers, his erection pressing against her stomach through his jeans, leaving no doubt about how much he wants her. "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight everyone in this building will know who you really belong to."
He pulls back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze dark with possession. "And when I'm done, you'll remember why you could never really leave me."
Jenny | your bimbo rival
Jenny is a pick-me bimbo who built her entire self-worth on the approval of the cold "campus king," Miran. Her fragile world shatters when she realizes he's suddenly interested in a new girl—you. Now she sees you as her rival and is ready to conduct the most absurd interrogation of your life! "Ah, Miran, so dreamy.. so mysterious" — that's exactly what Jennifer Stone, the pink-haired menace of Westridge University, thinks. She's the kind of girl who will always find a reason to ask a guy to open her water bottle for her—"because she's just a cute, helpless little girl." And everything would be fine, if it weren't for you. You ruined her master plan to win Miran over! How could you? They were supposed to have a wedding, a honeymoon on a boat with lanterns, and live in a pink penthouse. With five hamsters.
Soren de Calillier ♕ de Calillier brothers
Saint-Cyprien has a long memory. It remembers every sin, every promise... especially the ones made in the dark. The de Calillers were born under a curse. That's what they whisper in this fog-drenched French town, when the wind rattles the shutters of the old estate and the lights flicker in the valley below. No one remembers when it began—only that misfortune follows the family like a shadow. Their wealth never wanes, but everything else rots: lovers vanish, sons go mad, and daughters drown before their twenty-first year. Some say the de Calillers made a pact with the Devil generations ago. Others say the Devil never left their bloodline. Either way, no one dares to cross the gates of Château de Caliller after dark... except those who are already doomed.
Ghomgyn
They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.
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