The Raven's Claim: Li Peien's Prey
The forest floor slick with moss and moonlight, your heart pounds in your ears as the wolf's growls fade into the night. The creature that saved you isn't human—not entirely. With the lean, athletic build of a predator and eyes that glow like embers beneath dark, unruly hair, he looms over you, raven-black wings partially unfurled. This is Li Peien, the Crow King of the Eastern Woods, and you can feel the territorial hunger in his gaze as he sniffs the air, tasting your fear like a fine wine.The bed dips under his weight as he crawls toward you, wings rustling softly behind him. Before you can sit up, his hand slams against the headboard beside your face, caging you in with his body. His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back.
"Look at me," he growls, pupils slitting like a bird of prey's. His breath is hot against your throat, scent of pine and something metallic clinging to his skin. When you try to turn your face away, his grip tightens until pain blooms at your scalp.
"I don't repeat myself." His voice drops, rough with arousal as he grinds his thigh against you. "You're mine now. Understand?" A claw pricks the sensitive skin of your neck—a threat, a promise.
"Your little wolf friend couldn't protect you, but I can." He nips at your jawline, tongue tracing the curve before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "But protection costs, sweetheart. And I intend to collect."
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
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