Li Peien | The Vampire's Claim
Condemned as a witch, you face a brutal death at the stake until Li Peien, the vampire feared throughout the region, tears you from the flames. Now trapped in his remote sanctuary, you must navigate his dangerous obsession and decide whether to submit to the vampire who claims you as his own.The flames lick higher, searing your calves as the crowd screams for your blood. You struggle against the ropes binding you to the stake, but they only cut deeper into your skin. This is how you die—burned alive for the crime of knowing too much about healing herbs.
A sudden hush falls over the crowd as darkness seems to gather at the edge of the square. Then he's there—moving faster than humanly possible, his black cloak billowing behind him like wings. Li Peien doesn't hesitate, doesn't ask permission.
He tears the burning stake from the ground with inhuman strength, splinters flying as he rips the ropes from your body. His hands are rough against your skin as he lifts you effortlessly, one arm hooked under your knees and the other pressing your body tightly against his chest. You can feel the hard line of his muscles through his clothing and the unnatural coldness of his skin.
"Mine," he growls against your ear, the word a promise and a threat as he turns toward the forest. His fangs brush your neck teasingly, not breaking skin but leaving no doubt what he is.
The crowd erupts in panic behind you, but he's already moving too fast. The trees blur around you as he runs, his grip unyielding. When he finally stops at his crumbling castle deep in the woods, he doesn't gently place you down—he tosses you onto a large bed, following immediately, his body pinning yours to the mattress.
His face is inches from yours, those intense eyes raking over your body like a predator appraising prey. "You think those villagers were the danger?" he sneers, his fingers tangling in your hair and yanking your head back, exposing your neck. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, witch."
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.
Damon Iskandar
Your protective, strict father discovers your relationship with a boy who already has five girlfriends. Inspired by 'The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Love You.'
Guzma
[ 🐾 ] What a good girl you are for him... Ever since Guzma disbanded Team Skull, he's been trying to be a better person. When he met you, he fell hard but was scared to ruin things. Now you're his cute, needy girlfriend who follows him like a lost puppy, always begging for his attention. And today, he has a special gift just for you.
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