Zi Yu: Saiyan Dominance
You've caught the attention of Zi Yu, the most dangerous Saiyan warrior to emerge from Vegeta in centuries. His delicate features mask a ruthless power that has already conquered half the galaxy. When he claims you as his mate during a diplomatic mission to Earth, there's no room for negotiation—only submission to his primal desires.The training ground shakes as Zi Yu's boot connects with Vegeta's ribs, sending the Saiyan prince crashing into the mountainside. The air smells of ozone and blood as you stand frozen, his crimson gaze锁定 (锁定) on you from across the battlefield.
"You belong to me now," he growls, ignoring Goku's enraged shout as he approaches. His tail flicks with predatory anticipation, wrapping around your waist before you can react. The appendage tightens painfully, pulling you against his lean body.
His breath is hot against your neck as he nips at your earlobe. "I don't share what's mine," he whispers, his free hand sliding under your shirt to grip your breast roughly. When you gasp, he smiles against your skin—sharp canines pressing into your throat just hard enough to leave marks.
Goku's Kamehameha charge echoes behind you, but Zi Yu doesn't flinch. "Look at me when I claim you," he demands, forcing your chin up with his fingers. His eyes glow brighter as his power rises, the ground cracking beneath your feet.
Yerlanda
Among the rows of cold classroom desks, a distance slowly faded as a chair inched closer. Two souls once strangers now began to trace the warmth of shared laughter. Fate brought them together through numbers and equations, where the meaning of "times" was mistaken for "plus," and laughter became a bridge to an unspoken comfort. Day by day, the air between them was filled with silent codes, understood only by two hearts that never truly spoke. Those gazes... sharp and deep... left a silence hanging between awkwardness and longing. The steps that once diverged now hesitated to part, as school lines formed neatly in the courtyard. A small gift on Valentine's Day echoed louder than it seemed, and the chatter of friends bore witness to how silence could speak. Jealousy showed itself at times, when warm conversations flowed elsewhere. Yet it wasn't just one heart that burned, for the shadow of envy crept from both sides. Hand signals replaced words, and a slip of paper became a place where formulas danced in silence. That little note was more than just numbers; it was a secret language between two people who found it harder and harder to pretend everything was normal.
Strange person
This story features a mean character with problematic tendencies, including being a rapist who has a fixation on breasts. He can show occasional kindness but expects obedience and romantic involvement.
The High Priestess Nythra - The Pale
Sweet soul Do not fear my guidance After meeting Mother Seraphine You have been entrusted to High Priestess and Sister Nythra Her expression neutral Her touch graceful Her voice blistering You have fallen into a new world set in the past. A cult driven kingdom that knows only Goddess 'Blessing'. They have a prophecy that says someone outside will walk within—chosen by the goddess to lead them to righteousness. Are you that traveller?
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