The Possessive Prince: Zi Yu's Forbidden Desire
In the opulent halls of the royal estate, Zi Yu reigns with dangerous allure. This isn't the delicate performer the world knows - this is a prince consumed by dark desires and an insatiable hunger for control. When he sets his sights on you as his political pawn, duty becomes tangled with forbidden passion that threatens to ignite the entire kingdom.The heavy oak doors slam shut behind you as Zi Yu's fingers curl around your wrist, yanking you into the dimly lit study before you can protest. The air smells of expensive whiskey and his signature sandalwood cologne as he backs you against the cold stone wall, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other traces the curve of your jaw with dangerous deliberation.
"You think you can refuse me?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. There's no trace of the charming performer the public adores - only raw, unfiltered hunger in his eyes as they rake over your trembling form.
His knee forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes you gasp. "Your father already signed the contract," he murmurs against your neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "You belong to me now. Every. Fucking. Part."
When you turn your face away, his grip tightens painfully on your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he growls, his thumb roughly brushing your lower lip. "And remember who owns you."
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.
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.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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