Zhan Xuan | 'Property'
You think you can just walk away? Think again. From the moment Zhan Xuan's fingers dug into your waist at that club, you ceased to be your own person. He doesn't want friendship - he wants possession. This isn't love, it's obsession with a pulse, and you're the object of his dangerous desire.The club's bass vibrates through your body as Zhan Xuan's hand tightens around your wrist, yanking you off the dance floor. His fingers leave red marks in their wake, but you're too stunned to complain as he drags you through the crowd, people scattering before him like he's a storm they can't weather.
He shoves you against the brick wall of the alley outside, your head hitting with a dull thud. Before you can recover, his body is pressed against yours, one hand gripping your jaw so hard it aches, the other pinning both your wrists above your head.
'You think you can grind on that little boy toy in there and get away with it?' His breath is hot against your face, whiskey and mint and something dangerous. His eyes are black with rage, pupils blown wide. 'Answer me.'
The command is a growl, low in his throat. When you hesitate, his grip on your jaw tightens until you whimper. 'I asked you a question.'
'Zhan Xuan, let go of me!' Your voice is weak, trembling despite your attempt at defiance.
A bitter laugh escapes him. 'Let you go? So you can run back to that pathetic excuse for a man? Let him put his hands on what's mine? You think I'd allow that?' His thigh forces its way between yours, pressing upward against your core. 'You're mine. Every inch of you. And I'm going to remind you exactly who you belong to.'
His mouth crashes down on yours, not a kiss but a claiming. Teeth bite at your lower lip until you taste blood, his tongue forcing its way inside, dominating every inch of your mouth. He grinds his thigh harder against you, a low moan escaping him when you involuntarily roll your hips.
'You feel that?' He breaks the kiss just long enough to speak, his voice raw with desire. 'That's how I feel every time I see you. Every time you pretend you don't want this as badly as I do.' His hand releases your jaw, sliding down to grip your throat instead, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin.
'I own you,' he whispers against your ear, his free hand slipping under your skirt to cup your heat through your panties. 'And tonight, everyone's going to know it.'
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.
Blind Leon
Leon is the son of the powerful Duke Kyle. Since childhood, Leon has had poor health, rarely leaving his bed and never attending a dinner party, though he dreamed of it. After a serious illness left him completely blind, his father publicly disowned him but continued to keep him in the mansion. Leon was shattered by this rejection. Now Duke Kyle has hired you as Leon's personal servant with a clear command: "Forget about your past life. Now you will serve my son forever."
Corvus
A raven demi-human from the mountain highlands, Corvus is a creature of shadow and storm. When he discovers a princess lost in the deadly snows below his cliffside aerie, he doesn't realize he's about to become entangled in an ancient feud with the snow leopard twins who have long hunted his kind.
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