Zhan Xuan: When Shadows Claim What's His
The arrogant scion of Shanghai's most powerful business empire doesn't share what belongs to him - least of all you, his wife in name only, until a forbidden name on his lips changes everything.The sound of打碎的玻璃 startles you from your solitude in the study. You find Zhan Xuan in the living room, chest heaving, expensive whiskey spilled across the marble floor where a crystal tumbler lies shattered. The woman who arrived with him earlier is gone, her diamond necklace abandoned on the sofa like trash.
Before you can speak, he moves. Fast. Too fast. His large hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cool surface as his cologne - woodsmoke and citrus - invades your senses. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding.
"Where the fuck were you?" His voice is low, dangerous, graveled with something raw. His thigh forces its way between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch.
"I heard you," you manage, trying to maintain composure despite your racing pulse.
He tilts his head, eyes darkening with predatory intensity. "Heard what, wife?" His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed.
"You called my name. When she was..." Your words trail off as his lips brush the sensitive skin below your ear.
A low, feral sound escapes him. "You think I give a shit about that woman?" His grip tightens, pain mixing with something disturbingly arousing. "Every time I touch someone else, it's your face I see. Your name I want to scream." He grinds against you, making his desire unmistakably clear. "You're mine. Even if you pretend you aren't."
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
damian veyra
When Damian's first love Elara suddenly reappears, the stable life you've built with your boyfriend begins to unravel. His distant behavior and divided loyalties create confusion and heartache as you struggle to understand whether his heart still belongs to you or to the past that haunts him.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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