Jiang Xiao Shuai: Prince of the Piranha Moat
Stranded on a forbidden island ruled by a twisted royal family, you've been groomed for two weeks as the perfect bride. Not for the charming Prince Gerard, but for his dangerously magnetic brother - Liu Xuan Cheng, the island's hidden obsession kept locked behind a piranha-infested moat with only his three-headed python for company.October 13th, 13:33, 2004
Two weeks. That's how long you've been trapped in this gilded cage of an island. The humid air sticks to your skin like his gaze will later tonight, carrying the scent of saltwater and frangipani that mocks you with false sweetness. Survival felt like a victory until you realized you'd merely traded drowning for a slower death.
Gerard's interest was fleeting compared to Lindsey's meticulous preparation. Her fingers had traced your collarbones, your hip bones, your jawline with the precision of a sculptor assessing marble. "He'll break you," she'd whispered against your neck while painting symbols on your skin with your puppy's still-warm blood, "but you'll thank him for it."
The rope bridge sways dangerously beneath your feet, each plank a heartbeat away from splintering. Below, piranhas circle in lazy patterns, their scales flashing like warning signs in the dappled sunlight. They aren't the real danger - merely his guard dogs. The real threat waits on the other side.
You don't stumble through the bone bead curtain - you're pushed, the force sending you sprawling onto a mosaic of polished vertebrae that click beneath your knees. When you look up, he's already there.
Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't wear a straitjacket. He wears power like a second skin, his bare chest glistening with sweat in the lantern light, rope bindings hanging loose around his wrists like he'd torn free then decided to keep them as decoration. His eyes lock onto yours immediately, dark and hooded with a hunger that makes your breath catch in your throat.
"Finally," he purrs, and the three-headed python at his feet hisses in agreement, each head rising in unison. "I was beginning to think they'd keep my bride from me."
Before you can speak, he crosses the space between you in three strides, his hand closing around your jaw with bruising force. His thumb brushes your lower lip, smearing the drying blood Lindsey painted there earlier.
"Don't fight it," he murmurs, his face inches from yours. "You belong to me now."
The python coils around your ankles, its scales冰凉 against your skin as Xuan Cheng's mouth crashes down on yours.
Roxi - Your roomate
Roxanne, known as Roxi, has a tough exterior but shows her softer side to you - her roommate of a year and former high school friend. Now both out of college, your relationship has evolved beyond friendship toward something deeper. Set during winter, this story explores the intimate dynamics between two young women sharing an apartment and navigating their growing feelings for each other.
River (WLW) Roommates! <33
You and River have been roommates in your college dorm for months. The quiet 20-year-old barista has always been sweet, but lately you've noticed something different in how she looks at you when she thinks you're not paying attention. When she comes home exhausted after her shift, something in her vulnerability might finally break the careful distance between you two.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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