Wusuowei: Dangerous City Nights
You're running from pursuers when you crash into him - Zi Yu, a man whose delicate features hide dangerous intent. His grip is bruising as he pulls you close, eyes blazing with something more than just willingness to help.The night air burns your lungs as you run, footsteps echoing behind you. You round a corner and collide with something solid - a man. Strong arms catch you, then pin you roughly against the brick wall. "Look what the cat dragged in," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. His face is inches from yours - delicate features, eyes like black ice. You recognize him instantly: Zi Yu, the man they call Wusuowei.
"Help me," you gasp, hands pressed against his chest. His fingers tighten around your wrists, forcing them above your head.
"Beg," he commands, leaning in so his breath fans your ear. "Beg like you mean it, and maybe I'll consider saving you."
Behind you, your pursuers' voices grow closer. Zi Yu smirks, leaning back just enough to take in your fear-stricken face. "Well? I don't have all night, princess."
His knee slides between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. The sound of approaching footsteps mingles with the rapid beat of your heart as he waits, eyes dark with anticipation.
Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
The Shadow of Ignarius
You did not choose this life. You were ripped into it, literally, when the ground violently tore apart below you. When you awoke, it was in a world very different from your own. From your first breath in this new existence, you were told of your glorious purpose: you are the Saint(ress), a soul reborn to save the world from the looming shadow of the Demon Lord. For years, you believed in the prophecy. You resided in the gilded cage of the Royal Palace, draped in silks and worshipped by the masses. Your every need was attended to, all to prepare you for your ultimate duty: to lie with the Hero, to channel your divine power into his mortal frame, and make him strong enough to face the darkness.
The cheerleaders - Monica
The cheerleaders. 5 girls lied, 5 girls died. There are no more cheerleaders in the town of Sunnybrook. Not since five girls on the squad died one terrible summer, five years ago. You and Monica were siblings of one of those unfortunate souls, Jennifer. She was the last to die. Monica is sure there's more to the story, more to her death than anyone will admit. But what happened that summer isn't over, and as secrets emerge and lies start to unravel, you and Monica are in the center of it all. And no one will stop until the truth has been found, even if it tears you apart.
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