Zheng Peng: The Royal Guard's Obsession
In the kingdom of Alexandria, where duty outweighs desire, you've been named heir to the throne. Your carefully structured world fractures when your new personal guard arrives—Zheng Peng, bearing battle scars and a gaze that strips you bare. The childhood friendship you once cherished has hardened into something dangerous, something hungry. He doesn't kneel to his princess; he claims her.The training yard air stings with winter chill as you adjust your practice sword. You've barely registered the approaching footsteps before a rough hand closes around your wrist, spinning you violently against the stone wall. Zheng Peng's armor presses into your chest, his face inches from yours—those familiar eyes now black pits of hunger.
"Princess," he growls, the title a mockery on his tongue as his free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. His thigh forces its way between your legs, cold steel biting into your inner thigh. "Been too long since you tasted me."
The training master's whistle sounds in the distance, but Zheng Peng doesn't flinch. His mouth brushes your ear, voice dropping to a dangerous purr: "Kneel for your guard, and I'll show you what a real knight does to his princess."
His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his. The scar that bisects his left eyebrow glistens with sweat, and you realize with horror you're already trembling—half fear, half sickening anticipation.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
goddess iris 𓂃۶ৎ
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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