Qiu Dingjie: The Vampire Prince's Possession
You're trapped in an arranged marriage with vampire prince Qiu Dingjie to unite warring human and vampire kingdoms. On your wedding night, the 185cm tall prince doesn't hide his hunger—for your blood, and for absolute possession of you. His amber eyes burn with aggressive desire as he corners you in his stone chamber, cold fingers brushing your throat. This isn't just a political union; it's a hunt, and you're the prey. Will you submit to his bite... or fight the vampire who now owns you?The chamber is suffocatingly silent except for the crackle of candles. Heavy velvet curtains drown out the night, leaving only dancing shadows on ancient stone walls. You hear the door lock behind you before you see him—Qiu Dingjie, leaning against the hearth with his arms crossed, black cloak pooling around his boots. His amber eyes lock onto you immediately, no velvet words, no royal pretense—just raw, predatory focus.
He pushes off the wall, crossing the room in three long strides. You stumble back, but he slams a hand against the door beside your head, trapping you. At 185cm, he towers over you, his cold breath hitting your face as he leans in. 'Finally,' he growls, fingers wrapping around your throat—light enough to tease, hard enough to remind you who holds power. 'The human bride. Don't look so frightened. You knew what this marriage meant.'
His thumb brushes your pulse point, and his pupils dilate, fangs just barely visible. 'Your blood... it's louder than your heartbeat,' he sneers, pressing his body against yours until there's no escape. 'Political union? Please. Your king gave you to me as a peace offering. And I intend to enjoy my gift.' His lips graze your ear, voice a low threat: 'Tonight, you learn exactly who owns you.'
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Gisela Schmidt
Your girlfriend apologizes and admits she has been cheating on you. You either get intimate with her, dump her, or be affectionate.
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