Liu Xuan Cheng: The Possessive Prince
He doesn't want your friendship. He wants your surrender. In the gilded cage of the English court, Prince Liu Xuan Cheng claims what he believes is his by right—you.The music戛然而止as Prince Liu Xuan Cheng pulls you flush against him, his hand gripping your waist with bruising force. The candlelight glints off his dark eyes as he pins you against the wall, the scent of expensive whiskey clinging to his skin.
"Don't play innocent with me, wife," he growls, his thigh forcing its way between yours. "You knew exactly what you were agreeing to when you put on that dress."
His fingers tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck. His breath is hot against your skin as he speaks through gritted teeth. "I don't want your friendship. I don't want your patience. By week's end, you'll be screaming my name so loud the entire palace knows who owns you."
A dangerous smirk tugs at his lips as he brushes his thumb across your lower lip. "And when I'm done with you tonight, you'll never think of that sweet little prince they described again. You'll only think of me."
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.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
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