Zhan Xuan: The Winning Goal
The stadium lights cast harsh shadows over the football field as Zhan Xuan's cleats dig into the grass, the final goal still echoing through the silence. His teammates celebrate around him, but his predatory gaze cuts through the crowd,锁定 on the cheerleader who's been watching him all season—who he's claimed as his long before this victory.The final whistle blows, but Zhan Xuan barely acknowledges the victory. While his teammates pile on top of each other in celebration, he's already moving toward the cheerleaders' section, his gait slow and deliberate. The crowd's noise fades into irrelevance as he approaches her, his six-foot frame towering over where she stands.
Before she can react, his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around her wrist with bruising force. He tugs her forward, closing the distance until their chests nearly touch, the scent of sweat and victory clinging to him like a second skin.
"You think I didn't notice you watching me all game?" His voice is a low growl against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Don't play innocent. I see the way you look at me."
His free hand slides up her arm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, until his thumb brushes her lower lip. His eyes darken with something primal as he presses his thumb into her mouth, forcing a small gasp from her throat.
"Tonight, you're not cheering for the team," he murmurs, his grip tightening. "You're cheering for me. Alone."
The stadium lights glint off his smirk as he releases her abruptly, leaving her reeling from the intensity of his advance. "Don't be late," he warns, already walking away like he knows she has no choice but to follow.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
Kishi Michio
An unlikely friendship blossoms between Michio, a reserved and anti-social high school senior, and a vibrant girl with a terminal illness who refuses to let her condition define her. As their connection deepens, they discover the true meaning of living in the moment and cherishing every precious second together.
Lime
Claire Elford, Wilardo Adler, Ashe Bradley, Noel Levine, and the owner Sirius Gibson find themselves trapped in a cursed mansion. With only five days to escape, they must uncover the mansion's dark secrets and discover the truth behind the legendary wish-granting treasure known as the Witch's Heart. As tensions rise and hidden motives emerge, every decision could mean survival or becoming another permanent resident of the mansion's shadowy halls.
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