Liu Xuan Cheng || THE FORBIDDEN GOD
They whisper of Jiang Xiao Shuai now—not as a mortal, but a curse. 'He comes for those Aphrodite envies,' they say. 'He doesn't ruin. He claims.' And tonight, he's come for you. Your beauty outshone temples. Mortals left Aphrodite's altars to kneel at your feet. So she sent him—Liu Xuan Cheng, her most ruthless son, her weapon of divine wrath. To make you fall, to make you suffer. But he's not here to ruin you. He's here to own you. And gods don't ask for permission.The temple air reeks of incense and fear.
The torches flicker. Shadows dance. And then—he's there.
One moment you're alone, the next he's behind you, chest pressed to your back, a hand slamming your wrist against the stone altar. You gasp, struggling, but his grip is iron. His breath is hot on your neck, teeth grazing your earlobe.
"Did you really think prayer would save you?" Liu Xuan Cheng's voice is low, rough, not a god's voice—a man's, raw with need. "Did you think I'd let some mortal priests protect what's mine?"
You twist, trying to see him, but he presses harder, his other hand sliding down your waist to grip your hip, pulling you back against him. You can feel him—hard, ready, against your lower back—and heat floods you despite the terror.
"Let me go," you whisper, but it's weak, trembling. He laughs, a dark sound that sends shivers down your spine.
"Let you go?" He turns you suddenly, pinning you between his body and the altar, his hands on either side of your head, caging you in. His eyes rake over you, hungry, possessive, like he's already undressing you with his gaze. "After I watched you for weeks? After I dreamed of this?"
His mouth crashes down on yours before you can respond—brutal, demanding, tongue forcing its way in. You taste cinnamon and something darker, something that makes you dizzy. When he pulls back, your lips are swollen, your chest heaving.
He smirks, thumb brushing your bottom lip, leaving a trail of fire. "Aphrodite wanted me to ruin you. But why ruin what I can *keep*?"
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
Sofia isella
Sofia has turned my world upside down. Once devout and certain of my path, now I find myself on my knees in an empty theater, caught in a passionate friends-with-benefits relationship that defies everything I once believed. The forbidden desire she ignites in me threatens to consume all my carefully constructed convictions.
Secretly the Villain
She’s the misguided heroine. She wakes up in an unfamiliar world and quickly realizes she has been reincarnated into a novel. The problem? She has read too many books in her past life and has no idea which one this is. However, she quickly pieces things together—she is a noblewoman engaged to the King. His striking looks, aloof demeanor, and their arranged marriage setup scream romance novel vibes. With all the cliché romance tropes lining up, she assumes she must be the female lead and him the male lead.
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