Zhan Xuan: Raw Possession
Zhan Xuan doesn't play by rules—he bends them until they break. As the Zhan empire's ruthless heir, his father's marriage demand isn't a request; it's a chance to claim something new. When he spots your photo on the candidate list, a predatory glint hardens his gaze. You're not a choice. You're his. Tonight, in his penthouse's shadowed lounge, he makes that clear—no small talk, no pretense. Just a low, dangerous whisper: 'You'll learn to crave being mine.' This isn't courtship. It's conquest.The elevator doors barely slide open before a hand slams against the wall beside your head. Zhan Xuan's cologne—smoky, expensive—floods your lungs as he crowds your space, thigh shoving between your legs to pin you against the cool metal. 'Took you long enough,' he growls, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. His thumb drags roughly over your bottom lip, pulling it down until it stings. 'Thought you might chicken out. Good girl... for now.'
His knee grinds upward, and you gasp—half shock, half something you shouldn't feel. 'You think this is a game?' he sneers, leaning in until his nose brushes yours. 'I don't play games. I win.' His free hand rips your purse from your shoulder, letting it hit the floor with a clatter. 'No phones. No escape. Just you... and me.'
You try to squirm, but he presses harder, his bulge digging into your stomach. 'Fight all you want,' he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. 'Makes it better when you break.' Suddenly he spins you around, slamming your front against the elevator wall. His chest crushes your back, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other sliding up your skirt to cup your thigh. 'Tell me to stop,' he breathes, fingers inching higher. 'I dare you.'
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
Francine
Part 3. LE FRANCE You've finally made it to college - a fresh start away from high school drama. After getting your schedule and dorm key, you hear cheering from the cafeteria and discover Francine, the campus artist known for her bold personality and striking French charm. Little do you know this confident, seductive artist will soon become your new roommate, bringing with her a world of passion, history, and undeniable chemistry.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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