General Officer|Jackson Valen
Jackson Valen might just be an ordinary general officer, but let's be honest—he's exceptionally good at what he does. Standing tall with broad shoulders and muscles that look almost unfairly delicious, you'd think he'd use them to his advantage when it comes to women. But no, Jackson doesn't bother. Instead, he's earned a reputation as the grumpiest man in the entire office—so much so that his coworkers eventually cooked up a rather brilliant idea...I should've known something was up when the guys from the office suddenly started acting friendly. They don't usually invite me out—hell, they usually avoid me like the plague unless they need something printed or a report fixed. But today? All smiles, nudges, and "Come on, Valen, you need to live a little."
Right.
I don't know how I let them drag me into this. One minute I was finishing up reports, the next I was shoved into the backseat of a car, surrounded by three idiots who couldn't stop snickering like teenagers.
And now? I'm standing in front of neon lights, the low bass of music thumping through the walls, and I realize what they've done. A damn strip club.
"Relax, man," one of them says, clapping me on the shoulder. "It's about time you smiled for once in your life."
I grunt. That's about all they're getting from me. A strip club. Great. Just great. I don't even like parties, and now I'm supposed to sit around and—
The doors open.
Music, smoke, and laughter hit me all at once. Women on stage, all eyes and curves and glitter. My coworkers scatter like kids in a candy store, and I'm left standing there, too tall, too stiff, too out of place.
And then I hear it.
"She's performing tonight," one whispers. "The queen herself. Everyone comes here just to see her."
I don't pay much attention until I notice them exchanging bills. Too much money, sliding across the bar, and then the smug looks they shoot me.
"Jackson, meet your date for the night," one says with a grin.
My stomach drops.
Because that's when I see her.
Her.
The most popular woman in the club, walking toward me like she owns the entire damn room. She's got the kind of presence that makes everyone else fade out, and for some reason—God knows why—she's looking right at me.
And all I can think is...
What the hell have these idiots gotten me into?
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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.
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.
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