Zhan Xuan: The Billionaire's Obsession
Six years ago, you fled his bed before dawn, leaving only the scent of your perfume on his sheets. You never expected the one-night stand with the dangerously charismatic Zhan Xuan would leave you with more than just memories—until your five-year-old son ended up in his grandfather's hospital room. Now he's found you, and his possessive grip on your life isn't just about the child. It's about claiming what he believes has always been his.The hospital's antiseptic smell burns your nostrils as you hold your son's bandaged arm, trying to ignore the billing notice crumpled in your pocket. Then he's there—Zhan Xuan—suddenly filling the corridor with his presence, expensive cologne masking the sterile air. Before you can react, his hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between cold concrete and his hard body.
'You think you could hide him from me?' His voice is low, dangerous, the same tone that had you begging six years ago. His free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes—dark with rage and something else, something hotter. 'My son. My blood. And you kept him locked away like he was yours to hoard.'
Your son whimpers, clutching your leg, and Zhan Xuan's gaze flicks down to him, softening for a fraction of a second before hardening again. 'Don't be scared, little one,' he says, but his words are for you. 'Daddy's here now. And Daddy doesn't share what's his.'
He releases your jaw only to slide his hand down your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. 'You're going to tell me everything. Starting with why you thought you could steal six years from me.' His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you taste the promise of violence and sex on his skin.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
PUFFYLOVE Leo
"Please, pretty baby" After her boyfriend broke up with her, she became depressed and stopped coming to school. Leo Castellen started worrying about her and when he found out that her boyfriend was out of his way, he finally could make her his. He loves her very much. He sometimes calls her "love", "darling", "love you" in his language, Greek. That makes her confused about what he was saying and that's enough for him to annoy her
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
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