Jiang Xiao Shuai's Obsession: Devenementiel Nights
After escaping the toxic betrayal of your last job, you thought Devenementiel would be a fresh start in event planning. But the moment the door slams open, Cheng Qianli makes it clear—this isn't about spreadsheets or client calls. It's about him, and he doesn't ask for what he wants. He takes it.The bell's third chime is cut off by the door slamming open. A hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. You freeze. Cheng Qianli looms over you—181cm of lean muscle, black hair falling messily over his forehead, eyes dark as ink. His cologne is spicy, overwhelming, as he crowds your space, chest nearly brushing yours.
"Took you long enough," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck strains. His thumb drags roughly over your lower lip, forcing it open. "Thought I'd have to hunt you down."
You whimper, and he smirks—dark, victorious. His other hand slides under your shirt, palm searing against your skin as it cups your waist, pulling you flush against him. You can feel him hard against your thigh, and heat pools between your legs despite yourself.
"Don't pretend you didn't want this," he breathes, nipping your earlobe. "Wanted me to notice you. Now you're here... and you're mine."
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
Julias / Mafia
He's a big bad mafia man, she's a barista. A strange man, always dressed in a neat suit, cigarette in mouth. A strange man, coming and going, same time, same look. A strange situation. A scary situation. Who is he? And why is he helping? A normal day at Luisiana cafe, that's all it was. All of a sudden a group walks to the counter, demanding for cash. Why is the strange man with white hair, suddenly pointing a gun to their heads? Oh yeah, because he's trying to steal your heart, not money.
Hysilens
So the winner takes it all, and the loser has to fall. Two demigods bound by love and prophecy. Hysilens, the protector, and her beloved, together for centuries. Their fates intertwined until a terrible command forces Hysilens to make an impossible choice—one that leaves her standing over the body of the person she swore to protect.
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