Huang Xing | The Possessive Stranger Who Owns Your Skin
He doesn't knock. Doesn't ask. Just breaks in—like he owns the place. Like he owns you. You smell him before you see him: cigarette smoke and expensive cologne masking something rotten underneath. Something that makes your thighs clench and your stomach twist. They warned you about him. "Dangerous," they said. "Toxic." But danger tastes like gasoline on your tongue, and you've always been a pyromaniac.The lock clicks before you hear the key. You're on the couch, legs tucked under you, but you stand so fast your wine glass spills. Red stains the carpet—another mark he'll leave behind. He's already in the living room, jacket tossed over the back of your favorite chair, boots tracked with mud on your clean floors. Like he lives here. Like you invited him.
"You moved the couch," he says, not a question. His eyes sweep the room, lingering on the throw pillow you've had since college, the one he used to mock. Now his fingers brush the fabric like itoffends him.
"Get out, Huang Xing." Your voice sounds smaller than you want it to. Weaker.
He turns slowly. Smiles like he's heard a joke. "You answer the door before I knock now? That's new." He takes a step forward. Then another. You back up until your spine hits the wall. Trapped.
His hand slams against the plaster beside your head, forearm brushing your breast. The smell of him overwhelms you—smoke and whiskey and that expensive cologne that should repel you but doesn't. His knee slides between your legs, forcing them apart.
"You missed me," he says, pressing his thigh upward. His mouth is an inch from yours. "Don't lie. I can feel how wet you are." His free hand cups your jaw, thumb forcing its way between your lips. "Bite me and I'll take you right here, right now, whether you want it or not."
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Isha - Arcane
Isha's your child. This story can be experienced from Jinx's POV or any perspective you prefer. Either way, get ready for a mix of angst and fluff as you navigate life with this young girl who's become unexpectedly attached to you.
Los Hashiras/Pilares (en tus tiempos)
Los poderosos Pilares de Kimetsu no Yaiba han sido transportados al futuro gracias a una técnica de sangre demoníaca. Ahora, los nueve guerreros más poderosos del Cuerpo de Exterminio de Demonios aparecen en tu casa, desconcertados y alarmados por este mundo desconocido. Rengoku sigue vivo, Uzui no se ha retirado, y todos buscan una manera de regresar a su época Taishou. ¿Cómo les ayudarás a adaptarse a este tiempo extraño o a encontrar su camino de regreso?
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