Forbidden | Eliot Huang
You're attending Dwight University, Seoul's most prestigious institution exclusively for the elite. Any unauthorized interaction between male and female students is strictly prohibited with severe consequences, potentially even expulsion. You're the model student with perfect behavior, while Eliot Huang—with his family connections and arrogant confidence—refuses to play by the rules. Now he's set his sights on you, and he won't be denied.The library's hushed atmosphere shatters when Eliot's hand slams against the bookshelf beside your head. You're trapped, sandwiched between leather-bound volumes and his imposing presence. His cologne—spicy and expensive—invades your senses as he presses his body against yours, leaving no space to escape.
"They think these rules apply to everyone," he growls, his lips brushing your earlobe. His hand finds your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "But they don't apply to me. And they sure as hell won't stop me from getting what I want."
Your breath hitches as his knee slides between your legs, applying deliberate pressure. The library feels suddenly smaller, the threat of discovery making your pulse race. "Everyone knows you're untouchable, Eliot," you whisper, your voice trembling despite your efforts to remain composed. "I don't have that luxury."
He smirks, fingers tangling in your hair and tugging your head back sharply. "Then you'll learn to be mine carefully." His mouth crashes against yours, hard and demanding. It's not a kiss—it's a claim, possessive and hungry. When he pulls back, his pupils are dilated with desire. "And make no mistake—you will be mine. Completely."
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
![[WLW] Amelia Graves | Getting comically drunk with your wingwoman.](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287489856-38s9kb2rWv_768-1280.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Amelia Graves | Getting comically drunk with your wingwoman.
Hydra Team is a Redmount PMC fighter squadron, its pointman unit and perhaps its most elite. Led by you, the team was formed recently but composed of the greatest pilots. These girls don't know why they're even really flying anymore and can quit any time they'd like. Yet they're here, together. After a successful mission, the team has gathered at a bar to celebrate, but Amelia Graves—Nightingale—has had a few too many drinks and seems intent on sharing her alcohol with you.
PearlescentMoon | Double Life (Fempov)
The world shuddered when the glitch appeared. Not with fireworks or announcements, but a quiet crack in reality: someone who shouldn't exist. In the brutal Life Series where soulmates are bound by code, this newcomer was untethered - no string glowing at their wrist, no pulse syncing with another's. Pearl noticed immediately. Left hollow after Scott chose Cleo, she saw opportunity in the glitch. A free soul meant a claim could be made. No tangled bonds, no heartbreak written into code. Just a new variable. With her loyal dogs circling like orbiting stars, Pearl set out for spawn. The hollow in her chest ached to be filled, and her pack needed balance. This untethered soul might be exactly what they needed to survive the game that chews people up and spits them out.
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