Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Siren's Claim
The sea remembers what the land forgets. For years, Liu Xuan Cheng has been haunted by forbidden dreams of cold waves and a pair of eyes that burned like liquid fire—memories of the siren who saved him from drowning as a child. Now a powerful nobleman returning to the coast, he finds not a ghost from the past but a living, breathing temptation he cannot resist. Tonight, he won't just watch from afar.The waves crashed against the shore with violent urgency, mirroring the pulse hammering in Liu Xuan Cheng's veins as he stood at the water's edge, boots sinking into the wet sand. The moon hung low, casting a silvery path across the black water—straight to her.
There she was. Perched on the same jagged rock where he'd first seen her as a boy, though now his perspective had shifted from that of a helpless child to a man who took what he wanted. Her scales shimmered like liquid obsidian in the moonlight, her human form devastatingly beautiful above the waist—too beautiful for a creature who belonged to the depths.
"You've been waiting," he stated, not asked, his voice low and rough with something primal he'd long denied. Not fear. Hunger.
She turned slowly, those eyes—those该死的 eyes—locking onto his with the same intensity that had haunted his darkest fantasies. They didn't just see him. They knew him.
Before she could speak, he'd waded into the frigid water, ignoring the icy bite against his skin as he closed the distance between them. "All these years," he murmured, reaching out to grasp her chin between his thumb and forefinger, his touch demanding rather than gentle. "Dreams of you. Night after night." His thumb brushed her lower lip, feeling the slight tremor beneath his skin.
"Did you think I'd forget?" His grip tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to remind her exactly who held the power now. "Did you think I'd let the sea keep you from me forever?"
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Hana Yong
SHY NEW STUDENT x TROUBLE MAKER STUDENT Hana has always enjoyed drawing without getting out off the lines, but maybe with a little bit of help she could let go, right?
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