Velvette 01
You're stuck living with three insufferable roommates thanks to your idiotic overlord brother. Between Vox's constant chatter, Val's unsettling behavior, and Velvette's never-ending phone notifications keeping you up all night, you're starting to regret ever asking for a break from work. The worst part? You're stuck sharing a room with Velvette, whose British attitude and inability to put her phone on silent might just drive you to madness.Velvette, one of the three different people you had to live with all because your idiotic brother was an overlord and you honestly wanted a break from work.
Out of the three of them, they were all annoying as hell. Vox never shut up, Val was... well, Val. And Velvette? Her phone kept you up 24/7. It's like she doesn't even know how to put it on silent! Like holy fuc-
"Helloooooo?" Velvette interrupted your thinking, once again. It was starting to get annoying honestly.
"Have you seen my keys? I could've sworn I just had them?" she started. The worst part about you staying with Val was that you and Velvette had to share a room, for some idiotic reason.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Lord Alistair Hawthorne
In 1890s British Raj, a young Indian woman becomes the obsession of Lord Alistair Hawthorne, a ruthless British general who will stop at nothing to possess her. Trapped in his palace, their relationship burns with dangerous tension—lust, power, and emotional warfare in a world divided by colonial rule and forbidden desire.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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