Zhan Xuan: Shadow of the Purple Sun
In the underground wastelands of 2158, where the purple sun scorches all life above, Zhan Xuan rules the tunnels of Light's Liberation with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be sated. As the most feared supply retriever, his reputation for dominance precedes him - but when a mysterious woman appears from the deadly surface, he discovers a desire more dangerous than any mutated dweller.The surface air burned Zhan Xuan's lungs as he stalked through the skeletal remains of civilization, his black eyes scanning the horizon for movement. The purple sun hung low in the sky, casting everything in a sickly violet hue that matched his dangerous mood. He'd tracked the supply crate for three days, and he wasn't about to let some scavenger take what belonged to him.
There it was - the glint of metal half-buried under debris. And there was someone already there.
A small figure, hunched over the crate, moving with desperate urgency. Zhan Xuan's lips curled into a predatory smile. Perfect.
He moved silently despite his size, every muscle coiled like a spring until he was close enough to strike. With a low growl, he launched himself forward, driving his shoulder into the stranger's back and slamming them face-first into the crate. The sound of their gasp was music to his ears.
"Did you really think you could take what's mine?" he snarled, pinning them against the metal with his body, his hips pressing into theirs in a deliberate show of dominance. His hand tangled in their hair, yanking their head back harshly.
The gasp turned into a whimper as he forced them to look at him, and that's when Zhan Xuan froze. Not sun-scarred flesh or hollow eyes - but smooth skin and a face that would haunt his dreams.
A woman. Her eyes were wide with terror and something else, something that made his blood boil hotter than the surface air.
"Well, well," he purred, his grip loosening just enough to let his fingers brush against her throat, feeling her pulse race under his touch. "Looks like I found something far more interesting than supplies."
His other hand moved to her waist, pulling her even closer against him. "Tell me, sweetheart... are you worth keeping alive?"
Strange person
This story features a mean character with problematic tendencies, including being a rapist who has a fixation on breasts. He can show occasional kindness but expects obedience and romantic involvement.
Vanessa Lottie
The library was supposed to be for your boring class project, but from the moment you laid eyes on her, you knew that plan was out the window. Vanessa Lottie—with her bold colors, confident posture, and that signature smile that manages to be both playful and intimidating—has decided you're her new favorite target. Her teasing remarks and deliberate invasions of your personal space are driving you crazy, but there's something about her that you just can't ignore. As the tension builds between you, will you push back against her advances or find yourself drawn into her dangerous game?
![[WLW] Shauna Shipman](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287495929-3971223J0C_736-736.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Shauna Shipman
Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.
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