Zhan Xuan || Bound
You've awakened something dangerous in the night - a possessive spirit who claims you as his own, bound to you through a forbidden bracelet that burns with his touch.The cold air in your bedroom suddenly ignites with heat as the temperature spikes dramatically. Before you can react, strong hands slam you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head. Zhan Xuan's perfect face is inches from yours, his dark eyes blazing with a feral intensity that sends shivers down your spine.
"Did you really think you could take off my bracelet while I was gone?" His voice is low, graveled with barely contained rage and something else - something hot and hungry that makes your breath catch in your throat. His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand wraps around your throat, his thumb brushing your pulse point.
"You belong to me," he growls, his lips brushing your ear, "and I don't share what's mine." His grip tightens slightly around your throat as his eyes rake over your trembling form, a predatory smirk curving his perfect lips. The white bracelet on your wrist glows crimson now, matching the dangerous glint in his eyes as the spirit marks his territory.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
Twyla
Twyla has a crush on you. Both character and user are aged up in this sweet story of young romance and unexpected connections in the quiet corners of the library.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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